Fan Fiction Xena Novels & Stories

Thankfully, Tania had gotten me out in time because Xena had no control over her magic. When Xena had turned four, air and fire both decided to make an appearance. On her fourth birthday, when it came to blowing out the candles on her cake, Xena accidentally lit the entire cake on fire instead with the power of pure will. Her reaction was quick for a four-year-old, holding her hands out and sucking all the oxygen from the fire so it would extinguish—she had seen many wolves in my pack as well as fae do this at this point so she somehow knew it would work even at the age of four. It was as if magic came naturally to her and she barely needed training for it. "Daddy," Xena's soft voice pulled

I said calmly, “let’s get back to the point.” I looked at Brian. “Do you know what Xena is planning?” Brian blinked slowly, then tilted his head. “Who’s Xena?” My stomach turned. “She’s the one who made you,” I told him. “Her name is Xena.” He frowned. “Oh,” he shrugged. “She never told us much. Only her inner circle knew anything real. She said we didn’t need to know the plan. Just that we’d be part of something greater. That we’d rule.”

Xena let out a soft laugh, as if enjoying a private joke. “Once you’re dead, I’ll marry Sean with my child in tow. The entire Xander family will rely on me to keep their status afloat.” Her voice dropped into a whisper. “It won’t be long before they forget they ever had a daughter named Layla.” She clicked her tongue in mock pity. “You really are hard to kill, though. Surviving those two lowlifes and still making it back here? I have to admit, I didn’t see that coming.”

"She disappeared without a word. Typical of her. Don't worry about it. She's always been wild. She might've gone back to her family overseas. I tried calling her once, but I couldn't get through." Felix couldn't resist teasing her. "So, does this count as our first official date?" For once, a rare blush crept across Xena's face as she nodded lightly. For a moment, she seemed softer, showing a glimpse of femininity. After the movie, Felix drove Xena home before heading back home himself. Despite the lingering effects of the strange force left in his body by Madam Spring, he knew better than to rush things. First, he genuinely cared about Xena. Second, he believed in respecting her boundaries.

That was the day she became a dark witch. Xena was a seer, a white witch. Xena had flawless fair skin and red fiery hair. Her eyes, however, were silver, showing she had gifts. She came from Norway and so the Vikings would seek her guidance, even though she was a child of only 13 years old. The Vikings favoured good fortune in battle, but Xena was never wrong with her omens and gifts. I came across Xena when she was a child in the forest that surrounded her village in Norway. I was in my wolf’s form at the time. She was healing a wounded stag. She wasn’t frightened at the fact that the stag could have gorged her, or that I was watching her. All she said to me was. “I’ve been waiting for you,

Xena was taken aback at first but then put her hands on her hips and shouted to the people behind her, "That's right, she's the mistress! Otherwise, how would she know my name?" Before I could react, Xena slapped me across the face. Having stayed up for days handling the funeral arrangements, I immediately saw stars and fell to the ground. Seeing this, Xena screamed and lunged at me, grabbing my collar. "My boyfriend isn’t even here yet, and you’re already pretending to be weak, you shameless woman!" With that, she slapped me again, her sharp nails cutting the corner of my eye, causing blood to flow. Not fully understanding what was happening and having been inexplicably beaten, my anger fla

“This is what you wanted, right? For me to understand that I should hate my mother, not myself. So... I do. I hate my mother. Like I should. Like you want me to.” She was slowly slipping towards the edge of insanity, and the only thing that was keeping her grounded to reality was — me? Even when I wasn’t by her side? My eyes widened in realization. Icifer, who had been clawing to take over me for the last five days, was now eerily silent. ‘Xanthea didn’t destroy the flowerpot because she finally understood she should hate her mother, not herself. No… she did it to lure us here. To end her isolation,’ Icifer’s voice echoed in my mind.

I say back to him, confusing him once again. "I am Xena, reborn and back to fix what has been broken. The girl you have known as Jeannie is no more. I can feel the mate bond, I can feel the love but I need you to know that I came back from the past to save my people. The people you want to kill, no thanks to your upbringing." I speak. "I am trying my best to stay in this room. Just being around them and hearing them right outside my door is not helping." Damian says to me in frustration.

There was no point in being dishonest. Xena scoffed and shook her head. She pushed herself off the wall and walked towards me. “Let’s do this again some other time,” she whispered. I frowned in shock. “Do not worry, I still hate you but I don’t mind getting naked with you again.” I shook my head in disbelief. “There will not be a next time,” I said firmly. “We’ll see,” Xena whispered and opened the door for me, not caring if anyone was going to see her naked. “Thank you so much for opening the doors,” she added tauntingly.

It was on Xena and a final decision that I would not look for my mate. Xena was going to die one way or the other— I did promise her protection but that was if she had given in to the end of the deal and since she could not— it wasn't like she chose the gender of the child but a deal was a deal. And she didn't stick to it, so keeping her alive was her every day Christmas.