Xander Fire Emblem Fates Novels & Stories

Liam’s eyes glinted. “You have something on you that I need.” Xander’s fingers tightened against the table’s edge. “You have nothing on me,” Xander said. “Never say never, little one, because you would end up regretting when you find out!" Liam replied smugly. Xander felt something cold crawl under his skin. "Stop being dramatic, Liam Ratford,” he demanded. He studied Xander with a strange expression — pride, bitterness, a hint of longing he quickly masked.

I'll have to think a lot over what he said. I didn't do anything after I reached home. We have each other's number, but we don't text. I wanted to ask him about what he said and why. But it was useless. If he wants to lie, he'll lie. What can I do? I can only see that tomorrow, I'll read his face expressions. I'm an observer, right!? INTRODUCING - Xander Name : Xander Smith Age : 18 years Father : Robert Smith Mother : Lily Smith

"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.

Ethan spoke this time. Xander took in a sharp breath when he realized he was holding his breath. His eyes lowered to file as he turned the page only to flinch at the photo taken of Emma all bloodied as she was taken to hospital. "That motherfucker is a rogue, the right in command of Cezar," Xander growled. Cezar was their enemy. A fucking rogue brewing war against him. Red hot fury coursed through his veins. The war would be lethal. No one can save that bastard from him.

“Then let's make this kingdom into something more, too.” Far away, a shadow moved. Lycan Xander had returned. And he wasn't alone. “You spared me once,” he growled, eyes mad with grief. “You won't do it again.” I raised my blades. “Then let’s end what never should’ve begun.”

Unbeknownst to me, I turned into his medium. Through me, he cast spells upon my family, specifically my father. This dark magic cost me the lives of my family and mine, while he only lost some money. The moment I accepted his bank card, regardless of my willingness, the lifesteal spell was completed. That explained the moment in my past life, after I received his bank card, I immediately received a call that my father’s legs had been broken. As for myself, I didn’t end well either, as I went through one organ failure after another.

He told him. Conrad hummed. "Finn, Park, Max, Harry, you guys go home and take a rest. It's late and tomorrow you have to attend activities too". He turned to Finn but before he could answer... "They....They are free tomorrow. No Sotus. They have to resume on Monday". Jasper said again, gulping a lump in his throat. He was scared of the Alpha . Conrad turned to him with some judging gaze before he sighed. He was calm now.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

“All fire and no foresight. Hot-headed. Reckless. So eager to protect what you love, you end up destroying it instead.” The room shifted. Xander’s expression darkened. I saw it—the flicker of rage, the ghost of a man who once tore this pack apart for a woman he couldn’t keep. But Xander wasn’t his father. Not entirely. “I am nothing like him,” he said, stepping forward, his voice low and lethal. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I chose Amara. I claim her. And no matter what storm she brings with her, I will stand in it willingly.”

The kindling had been dry, so the fire caught quickly and soon engulfed the bodies, crackling lazily and sending small, still-glowing pieces of ash into the sky. Xander detached himself from me and moved to his father’s blazing pier. He pulled on the Kestrel ring on his middle finger and threw it on top of the fire. I knew what Xander was going through was tough. He let go of who he should have been and embraced his true self instead. A Peregrine, a shifter… a Lycan King. He was working hard to keep a straight face, but I could feel his emotions spinning and constantly changing through our bond. I stayed behind, wanting to give him time to cope with his loss. When he was ready, he turned aro