Xander Fire Emblem Fates Novels & Stories

Gabriel says. “As unlikely as this is, if she tries to confront him-” Damien inputs. “He will kill her.” Zak finishes, wiping a hand across his face. My heart picked up its pace as yet another person wanted me dead just for existing. “He won’t even give her a chance to explain. He’ll assume she just wants to take over his pack.” “The only way for her to transform is through the Lycan ceremony. Only Alpha Killian can perform it.” Damien says. “Would he not want a successor? He’s not named anyone yet and a Lycan would be an ideal pick for him.” Luke adds.

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.

Her amusement traveled the bond as she watched his ridiculous emotional display. I turned my neck so that he could see my rose. His eyes widened in disbelief. “How?! You’re a wolf. You’re nothing!” Imeela’s claws came out, and she dragged them across his face for what he had said about me. I broke his nose for how he looked at her. We made quite the pair, having each other’s backs no matter what. “Fate deemed him worthy because he is an amazing man. It’s not his fault that fate deemed you a pussy,” she deadpanned the last part.

, 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. ***

He was validating the little girl who thought she would never be loved. "I will not let her past be forgotten, and I will not let it remain in the ruins," Xander vowed fiercely, stepping up to the blazing forge. "I will bind it in silver. I will temper it in fire. And I will place it upon her hand, so that every time she looks down, she will know that she is visible. She is cherished. And she is eternal."

Liam, Bhakti, and Lily use a red paste and paint red crescents on Xander’s hands and feet to lead him directly to the Goddess, warding away any other gods who would want to have such a formidable warrior on their side. Sandra and Diego place the feathers of a white owl around Xander’s head, to wing his thoughts to his new home with the Mother. Xander’s mother leans over and kisses her son’s cheek one last time, tears coating her face. Devin stands by the pyre, one hand holding Xander’s. He looks at Xander’s still, pale face, as if memorizing every line. “You guys go ahead. I’m going to wait for Arya.” He doesn’t look at us while he talks, and all we can do is respect his wishes.