Xander Beyblade Burst Novels & Stories

"If anyone refuses him, they answer to me. If anyone touches him, they answer to me. If anyone even thinks about making him bleed, I will burn this citadel to the ground and start over." The silence was absolute. Brenda’s mouth opened and closed. "Y-you can’t..." "I can," Xander said. "Because I am the strongest beast in this valley, and I am done being patient." He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. Right in front of her. "Come with me," he said. As we walked past her, he leaned in. Just for her to hear. "If you come near him again, Brenda, it won’t be a warning next time."

"I'm going to uninstall it." The Daemon let out a shriek that sounded like a thousand modems screaming in agony. It moved with a terrifying, frame-skipping speed—one moment it was thirty feet away, the next it was a blur of shadow and bone-blades hurtling toward the console. "Xander!" Xander didn't flinch. He was the ultimate Hardware. He met the creature head-on, his tactical blade clashing against the Daemon’s bone-sickle in a shower of white-hot sparks. The impact was deafening. Even with Xander’s Alpha strength, the sheer force of the blow cracked the ancient stone beneath his boots.

"If your balance is weak, your opponent doesn't need strength to defeat you." He showed it to them very slowly. "Again." The two warriors repeated the exercise. "Better." I couldn't stop watching him. This was another side of Xander. Calm. Confident. Respected. All of his commands were received to his full attention. No one asked him a question. No one ignored him. A loud voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts. "Move faster!" I faced away from the goal. There, standing tall in dark training clothes, was Luna Beatrice.

My heartbeat instantly quickened just the feeling of her delicate skin on mine. Blaine pulled her hand back forcibly, shooting me a glare. “Not yet, gorgeous.” Not yet, not now, or maybe not ever because she feels so damn good. “I’m Xandry by the way. Nice to meet you, Blaine.” I smiled and shook our hands. “I don’t care who you are, Xander.” She broke the stare, looked down at her son, and calmly said, “Come here, big guy,” “It’s Xandry. Alexander Henry.”

“Because I’m a fucking coward. Because if I admit I love her, it becomes real. And if it’s real, then she can be taken from me. Like Mom was. Like Britney.” Ethan’s face hardens. “You’re not that boy anymore, Xavier. And Audrey’s not your mother. She’s a fighter. She survived shit that would’ve broken most people.” I nod, jaw clenched. “I know. But I also know Brandon’s still out there. And my father’s breathing down my neck with this engagement bullshit. Honestly, I feel like I’m drowning in every direction.” Ethan grips both my shoulders now, forcing me to look at him. “Then stop letting them drag you under,” his voice is harsh as he speaks. “You’re Xavier fucking Kingston. You’re the best

One second, I was standing there, trying to gather my wits, watching the cursed energy coil around her fingers like smoke from hell and the next, Xander had shoved me back and taken the hit meant for me. The sound that came out of him wasn’t human. His body convulsed violently, jerking like a puppet with its strings slashed. The blast hit him dead in the chest, and he fell with a sickening thud onto the dirt-covered ground. “XANDER!” I screamed, dropping to my knees beside him. My voice cracked from the sheer agony tearing at my insides. His eyes were wide open, but they were... blank. Hollow. Like the spark of him had been pulled from his soul. His body trembled, every inch of it twitching

Xander isn’t far behind me, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. XXX

“You are hereby detained for concealment of biological classification under Article 9 of the Dominion Code.” I backed away, every instinct screaming. “You don’t understand—” “Resist, and we’ll sedate you.” A hand reached for me. And then, the world exploded. The door behind them tore clean off its hinges. Xander burst through the smoke, fury carved into every line of his body. His eyes glowed silver, wild and untamed. He didn’t speak. He didn’t hesitate. He attacked. The last thing I saw before everything went dark was the look in his eyes—rage and desperation, tangled with something far worse.

Sparks flew, and the crowd erupted, their cheers and gasps a storm around us. Xander faltered from time to time, and I couldn't help but notice how his form sloppy was now, and his arrogance was unraveling in the face of my rage. I pressed him hard, every movement fueled by the image of Lyra clutching her bleeding leg, and by the betrayal in her scream. He staggered under my assault, and I didn’t let him breathe. I swung to the left first, then a brutal swing to his right. Our blades locked, and I shoved, forcing him to his knees.

made him rigid and predictable. Xander let out a roar that wasn't a sound, but a Frequency. Empowered by Evangeline’s insight, he broke through the "Kneel" command. He didn't just stand; he surged. He lunged at Malakor, his golden claws glowing with a combined sapphire tint. He didn't strike at the Elder’s body; he struck at the Aetherite Robes - the source of Malakor’s connection to the Nexus. "The world isn't a script you can write, Malakor!" Xander’s voice joined with Evangeline’s in a perfect, resonant harmony. "It’s a song that belongs to everyone!"