Xander Fire Emblem Fates Novels & Stories

I teased. “No, it’s not.” I stared at him as he almost seemed to glisten in the sun. I couldn’t help but reach out and run my fingers across his cheek. “I am sorry you’ve had to see so much death.” I hated the idea of him fighting in some sort of battle, but had a feeling I would have to get used to it. “It’ll get better now that I have my mate.” He says leaning closer to plant a small kiss on my lips. “You haven’t even explained what that is yet.”

Precious. Xander leaned back slowly, never taking his eyes off the window. “You can run,” he murmured. “But I will find you.” Because fate had finally given him something worth fighting for. And he would not lose her. Not to fear. Not to the past. Not even to herself.

His shirt was torn, soaked in blood, some his, most not. “They retreated south,” he reported. “Again.” Of course, they did. I clenched my jaw, flexing my fingers to fight the frustration crawling under my skin. My wolf was restless, and so was I. “This is the fourth attack this month,” Jaxon continued. “They aren’t trying to take territory. They’re trying to slow you down.” I didn’t need him to tell me that. I already knew. They knew about her. They knew that the moment I found my mate, the curse would be broken, and I would become more powerful than ever before.

I tell my alternate self, "isn't that I'm stronger or better. It's that I'm willing to be wrong. To change. To grow." The Sword of Unmaking materializes before me, its blade made of pure possibility. Meanwhile, Xander faces his trial in the Maze of What-Could-Be. Through our connection, I feel him reliving key moments of his past—but this time, he must make different choices. I watch as he chooses love over duty, mercy over justice, understanding over control. Each decision reshapes his timeline, showing him paths not taken. "The Crown requires balance," the maze's guardian tells him. "Between what was done and what could have been done. Between leadership and tyranny."

Saph POV Everything happened so fast. Yaya is white with shock as Artemis bleeds out. Asher’s large wolf tackles Grizz to the ground, not giving Grizz a chance to shift and defend himself. With Artemis gone, any magic that was affecting Brickland wears off. Brickland shifts mid-air aiming for Foster. Foster shoves Yaya away, shifting in time to meet Brickland’s wolf. I struggle and roll on the ground, trying to break free from the ropes that are rubbing my skin raw.

It would be the perfect fucking environment for someone like him. My mind was positively reeling with how much bigger everything was than we had even been able to comprehend. If a God was behind this… “The pendant has ancient magic. Wearing it will allow you to access the blue flames. Apparently, when her blessing was activated, it sent a message to the Fae Gods because she’s like a sister to them. It said that her blue phoenix was her only hope. When the flames erupt then it will destroy her chains,” Ziyah said. Then she got out of her seat and knelt in front of my girl. There was pride shining brightly in her eyes. She grabbed Imeela’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

One of the warriors approached me from behind, coughing to get my attention. “That was very brave of you, Miss Snow. You have a warrior's heart, and you are made for greatness.” He commended me. I smiled sadly and whispered my thanks for the compliment. “Thank you, General Harold. I’ll leave you to oversee their safe travel to the lycan dungeon. I need to get ready to head back home, I want to break this exciting news to my father. The rogues are finally defeated and now I’m ready to take my place as King,” Xander let out proudly, leaning to drop a peck on my forehead. I noticed a certain look on the general's face, but it disappeared before I could read meanings into it, and I wondered what

“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.”

, now you see my fate, he said with every sense of remorse. I could barely hold myself, I was so caught up in both emotions and pity for him. “Dont worry Alexander, I will ensure I keep to the dictates of this deal with everything I have got, be rest assured this is yours and won't escape you”, I assured him as I raised his head up to look into my face as I made this promise. This felt like a torrent of emotion ran through us, we could barely hold our self.

“What we are doing isn’t wrong. But what I did was. I shouldn’t have told him I would marry him without being sure first.” “Are you sure now?” “Yes,” she kissed into both his palms. He felt a whoosh of tense air exhale from his lungs. “It’s going to be fine.” *** Once they were far enough from the North Kingdom, Xander turned his horse and geared it towards the forest. He was going to hide and watch until it was time for him to carry out his plan. ***