Xander Beyblade Burst Novels & Stories

Bolt Doyen moved almost instantly as he vanished from the spot and attacked Kayson with a palm strike. Kayson hopped back and avoided him easily, looking at Bolt Doyen in confusion. “Peak middle-stage pre-celestial fighter?” He was surprised that Xander actually had an expert like this around him. Xander heaved, nearly scaring himself witless just now. “Oh, you’ve got the guts to send yourself here. huh?” “Why not?” Kayson smiled. Xander did not expect him to be so brazen and cried right away, “Bolt Doyen, kill him! I want him dead without any remains!”

The beast that ruled this land. His snarl made the floor tremble beneath my feet. His eyes flicked from me to the knife, calculating, burning, furious. “Don’t move!” the assassin shouted, tightening his grip. “One step and she dies!” But Alexandro didn’t step. He didn’t need to. His power filled the room like a storm. His muscles twitched, ready to pounce. A predator moments away from tearing apart his prey. I was shaking now, tears threatening to spill. “Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, unsure whether I was pleading to the assassin or to Alexandro.

She didn't even reach one. A blur of movement, faster than the eye could track, burst through the line of thick brush, completely oblivious to the noise of the festival nearby. Xander skidded to a halt beside Reagan, his chest heaving, his jaw set in a fierce snarl as he instantly assessed the situation with predatory focus. "What's going on?" Xander roared, the sound scraping the back of his throat, his gaze landing instantly on the trembling Emerald being shielded by her cousins. But Zyan didn't even slow down enough to listen.

She had underestimated me. At that moment, Chase Xander entered, his tall, imposing figure radiating alpha authority even in casual black. Arms loaded with shopping bags, his presence dominated the room as his wolf aura radiated. He set the bags down on the coffee table and narrowed his eyes at the scene. “What happened?” His voice was steady, but his senses were alert, assessing threats, reading pack hierarchy. Faye, though composed, still had tremors of fear. She turned to me with a pleading expression. “Tracy, if you’re angry, take it out on me. Please… don’t hurt Yvonne.”

Kael snarled, his muscles bulging as he fought the restraints, the wood of the beam groaning under the pressure. “I’m going to make you watch,” Xander said, turning back toward me. He reached into the air and pulled out a long, thin blade of violet glass. “I’m going to bleed your little Witch dry while you howl.” I tried to reach for the fire, but there was nothing. Only a cold, hollow void. I was empty. Xander knelt over me, the violet blade hovering inches from my heart. “Any last words for your husband, Darius? Or should I just take the tongue first?” I looked past Xander, straight at Kael. He wasn't fighting the shadows anymore. He was staring at me, his eyes wide.

Xander lost and he was beaten to death. It was something that they had never expected! Who was Xander? He was the vice president of the Northmob Council, a big shot in his social circle who defeated countless renowned skilled fighters. He was so powerful that he could cause an earthquake with just a stamp of his foot. On the other hand, a big shot like Xander was actually beaten to death by Zayn in the meantime. Most importantly, Zayn was someone who had recently emerged over the past six months. Most people did not know him in the past.

Xander shouted, dodging a swing that cracked the stone beneath his feet. “Go for the joints!” I yelled back. “He’s armored but not invincible!” I raised my hands, focusing my energy. Light crackled between my fingers before I launched a concentrated beam at the monster’s face. It howled in fury, reeling back—but not for long. The attack had blinded one of its eyes, but the other glared at me with murder in its glow. Xander quickly took its attention from me as he attacked again.

Nova, knowing Xander's temper well, tried to shift the focus of Xander to another topic, "If that child isn't his, then that means..." Xander's eyes were red with fury as he cut him off, "I want that damn Xenon in front of me by tomorrow."

Aim for the chest! Xander quickly jumped up with a surge of velocity, pointing his sword at the glowing light in the creature's chest. The sharp edge cut through the shadows, hitting the source of the creature's strength. A blinding flash of light occurred when the creature's energy erupted, causing shockwaves in the chamber. As the creature started to break apart, the shadows that made up its form disappeared, and it let out one last, pained roar. Xander was pushed back by the explosion's impact, landing forcefully on the ground. The room became quiet as the heavy darkness disappeared.

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.