Xayne Xavier The Ironclad Protector Novels & Stories

The wounds would heal, anyway. "You're lucky," Falcon had told me earlier. He was our best healer, even with his latent disinterest and dead eyes, always tired, full of dark circles. "If any of those arrows had hit your spine, I wouldn't have had much to do." And he knew very well that I would rather die than no longer be able to protect the pack. If I was incapacitated for long, some rival might appear. Someone daring enough to take advantage of the fact that I couldn't get out of bed.

***Selene*** I'm Selene and I've been cursed to protect the golden bloodline all my life. It was not an easy task as I had to fight off almost all the werewolves in the world to protect it. Our family has been cursed to be the protector of the golden bloodline and to also protect the person whom it chooses. It has been passed from one generation to another and it's my turn. It is a blessing and also a curse.

Where was the real Xavier, the one that appeared in her room? "Anyway, allow me introduce myself properly", Xavier continued and straightened to his full height. He let out a warm smile at Layla and bowed slightly. "Xavier Birmingham. A descendant of the Ancient Shades. I'm a Shadow..." "Shadow warrior",Layla whispered along with him. It wasn't an illusion. This was real. The Xavier before her was actually the one that appeared to her, but this was only his younger self. And it made her confused her all the more.

Like a memory buried too deep to name. --- The next morning, I was eating eggs and toast in the new kitchen when Xander walked in with a set of keys. "New car," he said casually. I blinked. "Excuse me?" "Fully armored. Top-tier navigation. Custom GPS I can monitor directly. And an emergency signal that only I receive." "Xander—" "I won’t apologize." I sighed. He leaned in, kissed my forehead. "I know you’re strong. But strength isn’t the same as isolation. You’re not alone anymore. Let me protect you. Even when you don’t think you need it."

I started to shake in anger. "Xavier?" I looked back to her eyes and gave her a tight smile. "Just answer my question, please." She nodded and leaned back into my chest, letting out that little content sigh that I love as sparks went throughout our skin. "Xavier, he's Lycer. Please call off the warriors." I froze as I took in what she said. So this was Lycer. I pushed my wolf down as he kept repeating that he was the guy who marked her, even if it was a protector's mark. "Please Xavier." I nodded and mind linked them all to get back to patrol.

Charles inquired to confirm, but Benny shook his head and asserted, "I didn't make a mistake in giving the report, Sir. That's actually what happened. But I still don't know the motive behind the young master doing that." Benny's answer left Charles silent. Indeed, from any perspective, no one would believe that Axel Xavier, the sole heir of the Xavier family, was working as a bodyguard! "How could there be a company that hires Axel without any work experience? Moreover, how could he be a good bodyguard?" Charles wondered, baffled by the information he had heard today.

The child’s skin felt like a void, sucking the remaining warmth from Phineas’s palms. "Phineas, look at him," Xavier said, stepping over the threshold of the medical bay. He didn't look like the confident traitor from the gala. His midnight-blue suit was charred at the cuffs. His face was pale, his eyes wide as he looked at the silent, shadow-child. "Ignatius isn't just a researcher. He’s a butcher. I saw what he did to the samples. He doesn’t want a prince. He wants a battery. If you stay here, that baby won't last an hour. His heart rate is dropping. Look!" Xavier gestured toward a nearby wall-mounted monitor that was still flickering with emergency power. A thin blue line was stuttering.

He spat, his words dripped with venom. "I won't let you harm her," Xavier stated. His tone left no doubt about his resolve to protect me. The man's face reddened, his anger was obviously boiling over. "You're protecting her?" he spluttered. Xavier nodded, his expression unyielding. "She's under my protection now," Xavier declared. "Everyone, out!" the man shouted as his face turned beet red with rage. Joseph, his name was Joseph. The room emptied, in a moment, but the yelling continued. The sound of raised voices echoed through the closed doors.

With a vicious snarl, Xavier swung his massive paw, striking me squarely in the chest. The force of the blow lifted me off my feet, throwing me backward across the floor. I crashed hard against a metal crate, the breath violently knocked out of my lungs. The iron pipe clattered uselessly away into the flames. "Emma!" Draven’s pained, frantic voice echoed in my head through the lingering connection, but his wolf couldn't rise. Xavier placed a heavy paw firmly on Draven’s chest, pinning him down once more, before turning his glowing, predatory eyes back to me.

Xavier explains. All these while I've always seen them as a threat but they've been protecting me? It sounds so surreal. But then I remember them confronting Lyra, Royane threatening Luciana, and everything seems to make sense. “Why are you protecting me? I can't seem to understand why anyone will take up the responsibility of protecting me?” Xavier frowns. “Oh we aren't doing this for free-” “We're no charity organization,” Royane adds. “-someone is paying heavily for this.”