Fire Emblem Xander Novels & Stories

"Hello, but can you help me catch him? I can't fly, and I want to get back at him for scaring me to death. "Sorry, Princess, but we cannot help you. We cannot match with Prince Amir's powers. " One of them said. I glared at Amir, floating in the air with his annoying smile plastered on his lips. I sighed. I don't want to indulge him with his childish act. I faced everyone and smiled at them. "I want to join your training. Can someone help me? I want to learn how to fight to protect myself.? " "I can help you, Princess. I am Xander. I'm the head of the warriors."

If he did, then I was going to be in deep trouble. “Do you think he can handle the animal?” I asked, when I was safely on the large rock. ‘He’s trained for war. You should be worried about us, not him. He looks so mad that I think we should run.’ “Xander won't hurt me.” I said, watching the fight, with my face knitted in anxiety. I watched the panther leap at Xander with its jaws and claws outstretched. Xander held the panther’s neck with both hands, staggering backwards, as the panther lodged deep marks into his chest.

Xander's pov Sliding different swords of mine into different parts of my wear for the day, I turned my palm into a fist and gazed into the mirror in anger. **** The forest floor trembled beneath the weight of my fury. Bark tore from ancient oaks, ripped away by the sheer force of my rage. I, Alpha Xander, the protector, the leader, the embodiment of strength, was now a whirlwind of claws and teeth, fueled by a burning injustice.

“My boyfriend, Xander—he’s the commander of the rescue squad. The strongest warrior in all of Silvermoon Tribe. He never fails a mission. Find him. He’ll save me.” “Xander? I know him!” Holly’s eyes lit up. “We’ll find him right away!” The two pups carefully leapt away, weaving around falling ice as they headed for safety. I watched them go, filled with a fragile hope. Xander… you’re amazing. You’ll find me in 24 hours. I know you will. I prayed. Then, light returned to the ice cave, warm and blinding. Through it, I saw a figure I knew by heart.

The kindling had been dry, so the fire caught quickly and soon engulfed the bodies, crackling lazily and sending small, still-glowing pieces of ash into the sky. Xander detached himself from me and moved to his father’s blazing pier. He pulled on the Kestrel ring on his middle finger and threw it on top of the fire. I knew what Xander was going through was tough. He let go of who he should have been and embraced his true self instead. A Peregrine, a shifter… a Lycan King. He was working hard to keep a straight face, but I could feel his emotions spinning and constantly changing through our bond. I stayed behind, wanting to give him time to cope with his loss. When he was ready, he turned aro

The Luna queen calms him down. * * Xander stands in the middle of the training field… He cracks his fingers and brings out his claws. He turns to his fighters… Scanning them… Looking for who's strong enough to fight with him. “You!” He points at a guy. Though the guy is taller than Xander… He's standing at 6ft7 (2.01 meters).. But the moment Xander points at him… his legs starts shaking and fear appears in his eyes. “M-me…?” He stutters.

Xander approached me dangerously. “Xander,” I stretched out my hand for a hand shake. Surprisingly, he took my hand. “Jamal,” he responded. I then realized that he was not drunk at all, just one bottle was surely nothing for a dragon blood. Then what gave him red eyes? “Your children,” Xander said. My heart paused on hearing their names. “Methis is their mother.” He had found out. I did not know how but he had found out. “You are a dead man.” Xander smashed the bottle in his hand against my head used the shard to stab me three times in my throat.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

“If you were strong, you wouldn’t need chains and blades to prove it.” Nyla’s lips curled into a cruel smirk. “Fine. If blood won’t break you, I have something better.” The heavy door groaned open. Boots echoed across the chamber floor. Xander. He stepped into the torchlight, his broad frame casting shadows along the stone walls. His expression was dark, unreadable, his gaze fixed on me with that hunger I despised. Nyla’s smile widened. She spread her hand toward me like a gift. “I promised you a little surprise, didn’t I? Here she is. She’s all yours.”

“Because this world hunts my kind. Because Ironclad taught me that survival meant becoming what you respect.” Morrex raised a hand, silencing the room. “You are an abomination,” he said coldly. “A flaw masquerading as strength.” Before Zade could respond, a new voice cut through the chamber like a blade. “Wrong.” All heads turned. Xander Vale stood at the edge of the platform, having forced his way past the guards, eyes blazing, Alpha presence unleashed without restraint. “He’s the strongest person in this room,” Xander said, voice echoing. “And you’re terrified of him.”