Fire Emblem Xander Novels & Stories

If I wasn't evil before then I was the devil now. X smiled widely, “I knew you were fierce, it runs in the family. My name is Xander by the way, you can call me that. And I see the way he is now, acting all changed but don't be fooled, he is a cunning bastard. But in case you waver, I want this document to be a reminder of what he has done” He pulled out a file from his suitcase and passed it to me.

She stands in as Beta Female as well since Uncle Zuko has no mate. They have a son, Xander. Xander is six years older than me. He will be seventeen soon. He already shifted when he was sixteen, ranked wolf! He is the closest I have to a sibling. Xander really is like my big brother. He is so funny and gentle, but also strong and skilled fighter like his dad. Xander is tall, about 6’2”, and has a lean yet muscular frame. He has dark blond hair, blue eyes and perfectly tanned skin, a real jock!

Sharriah said, watching as he frowned immediately at her words, her words might have hurt his ego, "I'm not a little lad, I'm fifteen, eight months, three weeks and six days old, I'm entering sixteen, and in three month, I turn to a full fledged hunter, but I kill rabbits and squirrels and other animals. So! Am not a little lad." The little lad said again, and she was surprised at how fast he spoke, "What's your name then?" Sharriah asked, wondering the kind of names dragons bear, maybe, something ancient, "My name is Xander, who are you, and what do you come here looking for."

Ivanna knew there was no going back, she was doomed. But she also knew he wasn't gonna kill her when he already knew her originality. But the young master Xander is erratic. Ivanna carefully turned around, her fingers squeezing tight to the scared Sarah. They were both doomed. "Young Master Xander," They both bent their heads, Ivanna out of confusion. Her shaky fingers weren't hidden from the young master's eyes, causing his smirk to grow further.

Xander replied in annoyance. Everyone close to Xander knew his personality well. Xander was as cold as ice, and he was also a man of few words. Usually, he preferred to be left alone, and only a handful of people could talk to him among the disciples of the same realm, such as Omar and the others. However, none had a good relationship with him, and it was even impossible to get his interest. Yet, Xander was like a different person today. Not only that, he fed Caspian the Qi Replenishing Fluid he was keeping to break through the Holy Land Realm.

she began, her lip trembling. "Your daddy was remembering an old world," Xander said, stepping forward. He looked haggard, his clothes torn and his Sovereign authority stripped away, yet there was a new, grounded strength in the way he moved. He knelt in the mud so he was eye-level with her. "In this world, we don't trade lions and scales. We trade help." Xander reached into Julian’s discarded pack and pulled out a dented tin of emergency rations—compressed crackers and dried fruit. He opened it and handed her a piece. The girl snatched it, devouring the dry bread with a desperation that made my chest ache.

With rage filling his voice, he screamed, "You won't win against me!" Lira took advantage of the opportunity. In a last, frantic attempt, she summoned a huge fireball and threw it towards Xander. The flames crashed into his shield, erupting in a flash of brilliance and warmth. Xander cried out in pain as his dark aura vanished in the explosion. There was a moment of silence. The defenders observed Xander stumbling, his figure wavering like a fading fire. However, Xander had not been vanquished. Lifting his hand, he summoned the shadows to gather again, creating a large and intimidating form. "Still ongoing!" he yelled loudly, his booming voice resonating.

Her gaze landed on a tall, enigmatic figure standing in the shadows, his piercing green eyes seeming to bore straight into her soul. "Show yourself!" Lyra demanded, clenching her fists at her sides. The figure stepped forward, revealing a lean, muscular build cloaked in dark, mysterious clothing. His jet-black hair was styled in an edgy, tousled way, framing his striking features. "I am Xander," he said, his tone cold and unyielding. "This land is not meant for outsiders." Just as Lyra was about to protest, another voice chimed in, soothing and melodious. "Now, now, let's not be hasty," the voice said.

Hearing that, Emily wagged her tail. "Cool!" "Good job, girls." Xander approached us with a cunning smile. I glanced in the opposite direction. He had on a black t-shirt that showed off his biceps in all the right places. It wasn't a distraction when we were practicing, but seeing him in front of me, I felt my face heat up for no reason. He ruffled Jasmine's hair. "In no time, you will soon be able to kick some ass. Make the boys paid." I turned my head. "What boys?"

"Iris!" I and Iris simultaneously turned to the owner of the voice. This should be Xander, he stood before us, a vision of strength and power cloaked in the shadows of the night. His tall, lean frame exuded an aura of quiet intensity, his piercing gaze betraying centuries of wisdom and experience. With tousled ebony hair cascading around his angular features, he bore the mark of a warrior forged in the crucible of battle. Dressed in dark, form-fitting attire that accentuated his muscular physique, Xander moved with a grace and poise that belied his supernatural origins. Every movement was purposeful, every gesture imbued with a silent confidence that commanded attention.