Xayne Xavier The Ironclad Protector Novels & Stories

Xienma felt her heart race as they advanced, the air thickening with their dark energy. “Xavier! We need to protect Cassie while she summons more allies!” Xienma yelled, her instincts kicking in. “On it!” Xavier replied, rushing to Cassie’s side. Drawing on the earth’s energy, he stomped his feet, and the ground beneath them responded. Cracks formed in the earth, and from them, protective barriers began to rise, forming walls that shielded Cassie and the water figures as they prepared for battle. “Focus on your creations, Cassie! We’ll hold them off!” Xavier shouted, his voice resonating with determination as he stood firm against the oncoming tide of monstrous shadows.

He must be busy killing enemies and fulfilling his blood thirst oath. " Your majesty, standing outside is harmful for your health," another protective guy saw me . Commander Xavier Sade is weirdly over protective of me that he guards outside of my palace with royal knights and Black knights. He has been guarding my palace for the past five months. Every night instead of returning to the castle, he stays outside of my palace. I looked down at him, his right eye glowed red under the moonlight. He was such a handsome knight, bad for him he lost his left eye and had to wear the blindfold.

The curtains moving in the direction of the wind and stood still, including the cup he held in his hand had halted into space. He gently stood up and ran his fingers on his coat, before he could move Simon appeared from behind him. "True to your proficiency, she has a boy." He reported. "What for?" "He has the power of duplication, but one is an illusion. She's working with Xavier." "Rare talent," Dominic commented. He picks up the glass of wine from thin air and takes a sip. "Under who?" "He's on his own. He's an orphan wandering on his own and was manipulated by Mrs. Hamish."

He walked over and he was in front of me in a second. "Who are you?" His voice was deep and intimidating, far from what he looks like. I whimpered, "Xanthe..." The guy's forehead creased. "How do you know my name? I'm Sandy, and I'm asking," He took a step forward. "Who are you?" "Xanthe." I placed a hand on my chest. "Yes? What is it? Does your chest hurt?" I shook my head. "No, Xanthe is Xanthe." I tapped my chest twice while looking at his eyes.

I begin feeding her , while still talking to her. “My queen…” I hear the voice that I had been dying to hear ever since I woke up from my unconscious state. My head snaps to the entrance to see a very dirty and sweaty Xavier. Though his face and hands were covered in dirt , and his clothes were soaked with perspiration , I could not help but feel attracted to him. I feel my eyes are latched on to him , it felt so hard to tear them away. I noticed every single detail about him – from the way his chest rose and fell from his rapid breathing , to the tiny droplets of sweat that dripped from the tip of his hair. He was simply a sight for sore eyes , though dirty.

He transfers his attention to my other breast as he gently lowers me onto his bed without his lips breaking contact. I want to feel his naked skin against me. I need to touch him. “You have too many clothes on Xander…” I complain as I try to undo his shirt buttons. He lifts his head and grins, shirt buttons go flying everywhere as he pulls his shirt apart to reveal his tanned perfectly sculpted chest….I reach out to touch him, I’ve never seen a man with a body like this before. He has a tribal tattoo covering his left bicep and chest and as my fingers touch his skin I feel his raw muscled strength. He looks at me as I run my finger over his nipple and down his chest over his six pack abdomen

He proceeded to take Ariel from the guard, but Damien's voice stopped him. "Leave, Alex . Leave." Damien said in his wolf voice. He raised his head and looked at Alex with his wolfish eyes. Alex knew what that meant, so he backed away from Ariel . The guard started hitting her again and he just couldn't take it, so he left the room immediately, but not before looking into Ariel 's eyes. He could see how hurt and betrayed she felt. His heart really breaks for Ariel .

On the third day after giving birth to my pup, my Alpha mate, Lucien, had his nursemaid, Lisa, make me a bowl of soup. But when I woke up, my pup, the moonstone necklace that symbolized my status as Luna, and the letters Lucien had sent me were all gone. I dragged my bloodied body to Moonshadow Pack, only to be thrown out. "Luna has already returned with the pup. Get lost, you bum! "Do you think you can bully Luna just because Alpha has lost his memory? Not a chance!" I ended up freezing to death in the wilderness. After I died, my soul watched as Lisa became the revered Luna, while my own son spent thirty years showing filial devotion to the shewolf who had murdered his mother. When

I raised my hands up in front of me, feeling my nails just as sharp as my teeth, ready to pounce on her once again, but someone’s voice stopped me. “Anika!” It was Gustav. He was holding Axton’s body close to him as blood flowed out to darken his light green shirt to a matted brown. “Don’t do it! Don’t become like her! You have to save Axton!” That snapped me back to my senses almost immediately. The red haze subsided to leave me drained as I looked around the room at the three people who needed immediate medical attention. My hands were trembling badly as I met Gustav’s eyes helplessly.

"I have to finish my meeting here. Go. My men will ensure nobody stands in your way." ​The walk to his luxury SUV felt different from before. Flanked by two massive, stone-faced security guards in black suits, I felt a cold, quiet wave of confidence washing over me. In my first life, I had walked into the Sinclair mansion like a stray dog begging for scraps. Tonight, Xavier’s contract gave me an invisible shield. For the first time since my rebirth, I felt powerful. ​The heavy front doors of the Sinclair mansion clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing loudly in the grand marble foyer. Xavier’s two bodyguards stepped in right behind me, their heavy, synchronized footsteps shattering the qui