Xander Beyblade Burst Novels & Stories

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

Xander places a hand on my shoulder, and I let him take over, albeit reluctantly. "Fine. You win, Xay. Tell us what's stressing you? This is unlike you. Unlike Beverions." "Nooo," he whines, obviously high up in the clouds, "You're my favourite. Don’t nag and act pregnant like he does—" "Xay, we don't do drugs." Xander’s face is hard stern that you'll almost think he's way older than us. "Think about your health." Xaden bites his bottom lip. His tongue's tip darts out impatiently as he hides his hands in the pockets of his hood sweater.

Our Luna excused herself and led him out of Xander's face before he says or do anything to annoy the lycan prince. “The omega is one of our finest, Prince Xander, and she is all yours to do with as you please. If you don’t mind, my prince, please proceed to the high table, the ceremony is about to begin. A seat has been prepared for you, right next to mine, please come along with me.” Alpha Blake told Xander, then he turned around and walked towards the high table, hoping that Xander would follow him immediately. But he first turned to me and pulled me close, holding me close to his heart as he said, “Don’t go too far, Butterfly. Daddy wants to look at you all night, I want to feed my eyes w

“Come on in now, hot drinks are ready.” “Not yet, Mommy! Daddy is bullying me, I am going to bury him in the snow, where no one will find him” Xander says, glaring at me, his chubby cheeks making him look even cuter and his pouty lips pursed as he throws another snowball at me. “Let’s call it a draw?” Zaia suggests, the wind blowing her hair. The urge to go over and brush it back is strong, but instead, I raise my hands.

His father, Nicodemus Robert Saint, was a highly respected business man in Harlowe who owned half the town's properties, and it's been said he had ties to the mafia and had the police, government officials, and the town's people all in his pocket, although no one knows for sure but Xander uses his father's power to influence people. Xander is the heartthrob of campus with his dark wavy brown hair, emerald green eyes that hint mischief, strong, broad shoulders, a chiseled jawline that could cut you, and a sculpted eight-pack abs which shows through the tight-fitting uniform shirts he wears with a 'V' indent that leads downward. I have seen him with his shirt off plenty of times at Nate's. Aft

shouting Ava ran past me and started shaking his body. The sight was breaking all the last threads that had been left. Freeing from the burden of feeling I carried with myself. Xander's eyes were murderous. He was raging to kill. And soon enough we hear Josh groaning, and even before he could open his eyes, a powerful punch lands on his face. "Where is she? " Xander shouted, tightening his hold on his collar, choking him in the process. "Bl...Blaire." ********************************* Vote Share

These two were clearly close. "Beta. Best Friend. Best Warrior. Best All Around!" Xander laughed at himself, and I couldn't help but give his carefree, and goofy disposition a huge smile. He was almost as tall as Ezra but not quite. He had sandy brown hair brown hair that was in a military cut. It didn't match his disposition at all. He was tanned, and fit. He wore a black fitted tee and blacked training pants. He was clearly dressed for working out or training. He was extremely handsome, not in the greek god way like Ezra, but he was good looking for sure. To tie him together were a set of green eyes that I could tell held a lot of happiness, but could also cut you in half during battle. He

Xander kept pushing with all of his strength for another second before it finally exploded. Three seconds! Another formation burst, and Xander strode forward. "B*stard! Sh*t!" The demon fox was so furious that it trembled. Buzz — At this moment, Xander felt a sudden tremor in the air in front of him. Then, a large ball of flame gushed out like a beam of light, violently impacting his chest. The intense pain spread everywhere, but Xander gritted his teeth and moved forward again. "It's the last distance! I absolutely can't fall!"

Trista saw them and excused herself from Victoria and Wynn to meet them halfway. "Alpha Xander," she said, her voice just loud enough for him to hear. Xander stopped. Seeing it was her, he gave a slight nod and handed over the gift. The cream paper bag was embossed with the Blade Pack crest—a silver longsword embedded in stone. "Happy Birthday," he said, his voice deep and steady. Then he glanced back at Penelope, who was hiding slightly behind him, and knit his brows. "Where are your manners?" Penelope looked no more than sixteen or seventeen, still carrying a bit of teenage baby fat.

Chapter Eight: Invitations and intentions The living room glowed with the sharp flicker of a PS5 screen, the sound of digital cleats pounding turf filling the Savage residence. Xander leaned forward on the couch, jaw tight, thumbs moving with aggressive precision on the controller. Wendy sprawled beside him, legs tucked beneath her, eyes glued to the match but her mouth moving nonstop. “I still can’t believe him,” she snapped, crashing her virtual player into Xander’s. “Just swooping in like some hero. Carrying her like she’s some damsel in distress.”