Novel & Cerita Xander Buffy The Vampire Slayer

"Master, nothing is wrong, I'm just bothered that you have not given Xander and me your blessings. We truly love each other," pleaded Iris, her voice trembling with emotion. I watched with bated breath, my curiosity piqued as I wondered who this mysterious Xander could be. As the scene unfolded before me, I found myself drawn into a world of forbidden love and divine opposition. It turns out Xander is a Vampire Warrior, the first of his kind and the right hand of the moon goddess. Iris and Xander are in love and wish to be together but the moon goddess opposes without a reason.

They haven't seen each other for four years and she admits he's way too handsome compared to their last meeting. How could she forget that Vampire Prince who had an angelic face and a gentle voice? He always teased her and love pulling out her ponytail. Xander had white short hair and had a rose tattoo on his neck. His eyes changed colors from grey to red. When it's grey, it glittered like a star with the light of the moon. But when his fangs appeared, they changed into bloody red color. "Hello, princess. Did you miss me?" Xander smirked.

I remembered that I used to love when my mother would make mashed potatoes and the apples that she picked from our tree before we ran from the city. The vampires talked among one another as they ate, each one looking astoundingly perfect in every way. Humans often envied vampires for their looks, as did I when I was younger. I stood silently next to Master, as did some of the other slaves and pets. A few vampires kept their pets on their lap, such as the vampire sitting next to Master. Xander is what I came to find out his name was. He seemed to be a good friend of Masters since he's the only one I've seen Master talk to this entire time.

“Xander –“ He bit me and my vision went white.

Today was the day Xander died. I bashed his head once, then twice, then on the third time, I felt a hard blow like a hammer slamming into my side. I was sent reeling by the pain to the floor. In my peripheral vision, I saw someone drag Xander’s limp body away. I looked up and came face to face with a young woman. I recognized this one. This was Sophia, Sophia’s best friend, brother to Xander. She was dragon blood too.

I felt exhausted, but reminded myself that this is just the tip of an iceberg in my revenge journey. I woke up with a throbbing headache, still reeling from the drama of the previous night. Turning to my left, beside me, Xander slept peacefully, his face radiant, eyes closed, and chiseled features relaxed. His ruffled hair added to his endearing appearance. He was perfect.

At night, Vale watched the city with the sleepless, predatory patience only the born-lupine possessed. Xander left the city at the end of the third winter, called up to the airborne border squads with a handshake from the High Alpha herself. He packed his battered kit and held Carolina longer than necessary. They said nothing—she, never one for goodbyes; he, knowing it was just space, not an ending. For weeks afterwards, Carolina woke to the echo of his arm around her ribs, the pillow still dented in his shape.

I scream at him as I wipe my tears. "Little flower, we are not ashamed of you. You just took our reaction wrong" Xander says in a voice that is deeper than normal. I squint through the last of my blurry vision and realize that his golden human eyes aren't apparent. His eyes are now slitted and the color runs like a golden river. I find them confusing but it doesn't stop my tirade. "I took nothing wrong. I felt how your body stiffened when he wanted to know where I was from. I saw the panicked look on your face when you couldn't answer." I yell as I step closer.

“I’m a magic wielder,” I stated with certainty. Xander looked perplexed. He knew that in our world, there were only three types of beings: shifters, wielders, and humans. I was a wielder, plain and simple. Despite his confusion, Xander went to the bathroom to examine the bite mark on his shoulder once again. “We need to investigate this further. I’ve never heard of anything like this happening,” he said, his voice serious. “Was your mother a wielder as well?”

I smirked as I pulled out my silver throwing knife and slowly dragging into his chest and did my symbol. That shows that is the handy work of Xavier the black death. It's what they call me now. Even if I'm only eighteen, they're scared of me. Everyone fears me, so I was pretty famous in the supernatural world as a jack of the trades and a hunter. I'm a human, not any of those phenomenal 100% human, no, mistake. But don't underestimate me. That will be the last thing you'll ever do, and I wasn't feared for nothing, you know.