Who Should Play Xaden In Fourth Wing Novels & Stories

When I turned around, finding that familiar and handsome man staring vicious daggers at the pair behind me, I fought the urge to smirk. Xaden stood with his arms crossed; his shirt smooth and tucked into his dark slacks. His black hair was slicked back, away, and cleared from his face. His green eyes narrowed on Damien. “She has one beast, and it’s me. So why don’t you, manage your wand and your…” Xaden gives a vicious smirk, “What is it, Girlfriend? Friend? Or have you finally divulged into fuck buddies?”

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

VERALIN Drelia smiled, nervous. “Of course! We’ve prepared the east wing for you. I had it decorated myself. Lavender sheets, your favorite—” “I don’t like lavender,” Xaden cut in. “I like interest rates.” Silence again as drelia's mouth opened, then closed. She sparked - mauve wolf glowing under her skin but Xaden didn’t even blink at her. Cade leaned forward, observing. Those eyes that once looked at me like home now studied Xaden like a chess piece. “Speak plainly, alpha”

Ravi didn't care about their past, but such disrespect was unacceptable. Thunderous laughter erupted from Adrian. He advanced closer to Ravi, who refused to divert his gaze from the intense eyes of the silver-haired man. Adrian's wings spread wide, failing to intimidate Ravi into fear. Instead, Ravi stepped forward and growled, "You better do what you want soon; I'm truly disgusted by looking at you."

He would fly ahead of her and that way he wouldn’t look at her. Xander dropped Adalia’s arm and took a couple of steps behind until his back was up against the old stone walls. With the little space he had he ran as fast as he could to gain momentum. He leapt over Adalia’s head and into the night sky. Xander let himself drop a few feet before his wings sprang out. He listened to the gentle flap, feeling the wind that he was creating around him. After a couple of loops he came back to the balcony where Adalia stood watching him.

Cardan and I said in unison, a unified front that felt both powerful and natural. Xaden looked at Cardan, a grudging respect in his eyes. "You have the cure, you have the Weaver, and you have an army of mages. I will send every able warrior I have with you. We will fight for your world, because if the Tiger King wins, we will never get our revenge too.” The next twenty-four hours were a blur of intense preparation. Xaden’s warriors, grim-faced and disciplined, lined up outside the village. The Chief selected his best mages, a small, highly skilled group of ten men and women who immediately set to work strengthening the portal’s boundaries.

Xaden had placed his father’s head on a spike as he pulled off his heavy hood to show his identity . The gesture was watched in silence, and all the soldiers from the Bluestone forces had already given up fighting. Their heads lifted in surprise when they realized that the one holding their Alpha’s head was none other than their former chief’s son. His presence was a sign of hope. One by one, they lowered their weapons. Xaden’s face showed all the strife and suffering he had endured—all caused by his father. He then raised the spike, showing his father’s head to the world, proving that the terror known as Korak was finally gone.

“You see that launch? Precision strike. That was tactical.” “She’s a war general,” Amaya chimed in, eyes gleaming. “Tactical and fabulous. Look at her, she’s not even winded.” “She has the heart of a lion,” Xenia added solemnly, crouching down to scratch Spitfire under the chin like she hadn’t just gone full feline assassin in defense of our dignity.

Not when they can have girls like Lina and Sylvia who seemed to be having a much better time than I would have imagined, drinking and eating from their spot on their men’s laps. “Gentlemen? I’d like your attention for a final remark please.” Xaden said several minutes later, rising and stepping out in front of the crowd. Conversation dropped to a murmur, all eyes fixing to him at once. “First I’d like all the lovely ladies who’ve served us so wonderfully to come back up to the stage.” My heart sank and continued to thud rapidly. I forced my legs towards the stage like the others, dreading what was about to happen. This was it. He was going to offer us to them and Mordric would be the one to

But Xaden's eyes were already on me. "Come out here, Zina," he called, his voice smooth and coaxing. "You don't need him. We both know that." I flinched, tightening my hold on Asher. Jared stepped closer to him. "You don't talk to her. You don't even look at her." Xaden's smirk vanished, and his eyes darkened. "Move." "Not a chance." The tension snapped like a rubber band. Xaden lunged, and Jared swung first.