X Fighter Novels & Stories

Xander's POV I step behind the bag to steady it for her, bracing my stance as she squares up. Then she unleashes—and holy fuck. I’m instantly grateful for the barrier between us because watching Zahra fight is like watching a goddess made of lightning and fury. Every strike lands sharp and precise, fists and feet moving in a blur. The bag jolts against my grip with every hit, the power behind her punches enough to make my arms ache just holding it steady. She’s all strength and rhythm, a Valkyrie in motion.

Xane said, his voice carrying that lazy drawl that always sounded half amused, “that you actually wasted your allowance on that busted Street Fighter machine at the arcade?” “It wasn’t busted,’ I shot back, grinning even though he couldn’t see me. ‘You just suck at it.” “I don’t suck,’ he protested. ‘I strategically lose to lure my opponent into a false sense of security.” “Sure,’ I laughed. ‘Keep telling yourself that. You button-mash like a toddler.” “I’ll have you know I’m undefeated in Mario Kart,” Xane countered, mock offense dripping from his tone. “Only because you pick Rainbow Road every time and throw everyone off the track,” I said.

I said when i finished checking him out. • We decided to go to Chick fil A before we go to the ice cream shop to eat ice cream while watching the sunset. "So..How long have you been fighting?" Hayden ask me when he stop chewing his burger. "Hm about 2 years ago or so...What about you? Aren't you like undefeated or something ?" I teased him. He coughed and say "Yeah i've been fighting on and off for about 3 years.You tell me that when your street fighter name is literally 'The Famous Alyss'." He narrowed his eyes playfully.

I remember, since we were together at school, Xander was always the first to jump into the fighting arena and he was always the winner in every fight. He took part in martial arts training in karate, muaythai, boxing, and Capoeira and all reached the highest level before graduating from high school. Xander has been extraordinarily strong since he was little and because he was predicted to become Supreme Alpha, his parents provided Xander with various kinds of training and martial arts skills by bringing in the best trainers. I read the x-ray results carefully. Luckily the injuries he suffered were not so bad. The bruises on the lungs and abdominal organs are also thin and can be treated wi

I asked one of the. Without a word, he pointed in the direction. I ran out as fast as my legs could take me. I heard the clash of metal striking metal way before I got the full sight of the ground. I stood frozen in my tracks as I got the full view of the training ground. A lot of warriors. Warriors fought in two, with skin streaming sweat, roaring so that the morning air trembled. And in the middle of them all, dominant, inaccessible was Xander. I drew breath. His body was a weapon, deadly and swift, his attacks quicker than the human eye could trace.

All these conflicting emotions are overwhelming me and making me dizzier than I already am, I’m not sure how much more I can take. Delta Xander takes a defensive posture using his body to shield mine – though I don’t know why. He pulls out a mobile phone and calls a number. I watch as Chris now fights against the other two who have now shifted as well, but he is merciless in his attacks. My eyes are focused on him as I hear the Delta’s conversation. “Xander, what’s up?” Says a happy, deep, gravelly voice on the other line.

"Dr. Valerius is non-compliant. Engaging with stasis rounds." ​They didn't see Julian move. One moment he was standing by the shattered door; the next, he was a streak of violet-black ink. ​The first mercenary didn't even have time to raise his rifle. Julian’s hand—claws of shadow extending from his fingertips—ripped through the ceramic chest plate like it was wet cardboard. There was no surgical precision here. This was the raw, brutal strength of a man who had conquered eras. ​"Julian, stop!" I screamed, crawling out of the passenger side, my hands scraping against the jagged gravel.

“For Moonrise! For your Luna! Hold!” The fight was brutal. Trees tore at skin. Roots caught boots. Blood painted the soil. It was not a war of strategy, but of grit. Xander moved like he felt no pain, though his side still bled. Every block, every strike, he fought like the den behind him was the last thing keeping him alive. When his thoughts drifted, they went to Aria. Her voice. Her strength. Her hand was on his face before he left. That memory kept him upright.

Then I felt it. From the direction of the packhouse door, Xander darted quickly towards us. During the fight, I didn't see his wolf anywhere. But now he appeared, burning with crimson rage, and drove his fist into Xavier's head. "You piece of shit!" In the blink of an eye, Xavier sidestepped the angry punch. He ducked just in time to push me aside and then delivered a counterpunch. With a racing heartbeat, I watched the two moving quickly as I felt tense.