Xayne Xavier The Ironclad Protector Novels & Stories

To be expected really, what were the chances of meeting two possible psychopaths and both finding it in their cold hearts to free you. "No." Annie lied, her eye twitching as she did. A tell she has had since she was younger. Xavier smiled at her in an almost friendly way. Annie had noticed that Xavier's lips were always pointing up, he seemed to wear some kind of amour on his face used to disarm those around him. Annie would not fall for it, she couldn't fall for it. Annie would refuse to allow him to take away her defences, living on gaurd wasn't something Annie was used to. Even with Alexander, Annie had people around her that would look out for her, take care of her. They too werre terrif

It's been a while I watched directly from the television since my Mom stopped me from watching because of my harsh nature. Still, yet, my favorite Anime looked boring to me. It didn't take long before I decided to close my eyes for a minute and think about something else. Not a long I felt myself being lifted bodily from the couch. At first, I didn't want to imagine I am been carried but when I felt his strong arms lifting my body and throwing me over his shoulder, I knew it was Xavier. What should I do? I didn't move, nor talk, nor act like I was awake.

He would look at sometimes, his eyes searching my face for signs of pain, and then he would leave, always before I could ask him to stay. I couldn’t help but wonder, who was he really? --- One afternoon, while sitting on the terrace with Celeste, watching the sun melt into the horizon, I finally asked. “Who is he, really? Xavier… what is he?” Celeste smiled faintly, her gaze distant. “He is what he was born to be, a protector, a leader. A man far older in soul than in years.” “That’s not an answer,” I said softly, half-smiling. “Why does he seem so powerful? So… untouchable? Is he even real?”

“You already are. But my duty is to protect you. Not parade you in front of wolves who don’t yet understand what you mean to me.” She leaned into him, trembling slightly. “I’m scared.” He rested his forehead against hers. “I’m not.” Her eyes flicked up. “Xavier…” “I’m not scared,” he repeated, voice quiet but absolute. “Because nothing will take you from me. Nothing will take our child from me. I will crush this rebellion. I will burn out every traitor. I will protect our future with everything I am.” Her breath hitched, emotion tightening her throat. “You’re so certain.”

Xavier's smile was deceptively warm, but Augustine's smirk was openly hostile. "It's good to see you, Kayla,” Xavier drawled, eyes twinkling with mischief as he blatantly ignored Adrian’s hard stare. “I was beginning to think you might change your mind.” Adrian stepped forward protectively, his voice cool. “Kayla is here to get answers, not to entertain your pathetic attempts at flirting.” Xavier chuckled dryly, unfazed. “Always the protector, Adrian. But tell me, can you protect her from the truth? Or better yet, from herself?”

"Tiffany, we can't trust him. We don't know what his motives are." But Tiffany shakes her head. "You don't understand. Stef is different. He's...he's my friend." I'm torn between my desire to protect Tiffany and my growing unease about this Stefano character. Who is he, really? And what's his true agenda? I glance at Rex, who is watching the exchange with a skeptical expression. “We haven’t got such time Tiffany,” Rex says, his voice firm.

Every memory he had was being overwritten, scenes of torture and agony being stamped onto the mental photographs. Xavier let him go, dropping him to the floor with a circle of sixes burned into his forehead, smoking but soon vanishing. He stood unscathed, laughing. "You humans entertain me to no end with your arrogance. You think that by shouting some words, you can wield the power of God? That you can rain His judgment down upon me? That you, mortal men, have the ability to defeat a demigod like me? Nothing you ever do will be able to stop me. I'm the son of the Devil and a living human, do you know what means? My demon half protects me from all things physical, while my human half protects

"Leave this. Listen to me first. I will help you and in return, you will help me. I will try to protect you and you have to protect Xavier. And one thing, don't trust anyone. Not even yourself." Star quickly nodded and before he could cut the call she asked in a hurry. "Is Vina.... alright?" "Oh." Her heart sank listening to this one word. "Yes, she is." He cut the call and Star felt relieved. She was alright. .............. Xavier rubbed the back of his neck and licked his dry lips. No matter how much he was trying to control himself but all was in vain. The more frustrated thing was that it was first time he was trying not to drink blood even he had a living human in front of him.

"Raine! he bellowed, recognizing my frame through the dark. Torin wants you alive, but he didn't say anything about keeping your legs unbroken!" He didn't get to take another step. Xavier cleared the distance between them in a single, blinding blur of motion. His right obsidian blade drove straight through the enforcer’s throat, the dark fluid spraying across the frozen mud as Xavier twisted the steel and kicked the heavy body backward into the rushing water.

Xavier growled playfully, though his eyes were sparkling with a rare, relaxed warmth. "He's not wrong," Damaris teased, wrapping her arm around Selah’s shoulders and squeezing her tight. "I’ve seen this man stare down international shipping cartels without blinking, but the moment you walk into a room, Selah, he looks like a loyal guard dog waiting for a command." "I am right here," Xavier muttered, though he crossed the room, his massive frame radiating heat as he settled a heavy, comfortable hand on the small of Selah’s back.