Xander Fire Emblem Fates Novels & Stories

Sparkles asked, not taking her eyes off the approaching girl about her age. Xander contemplated, staring at the beasts approaching them. Then, he thought of Aiden and the reason they were fighting. “Of course, I'm not scared. I still want to fight.” He said, though, within him, he meant the opposite. “Good boy." Sparkles grinned. “However, I think you need to write your wish to die down because I'm not ready to explain to anyone how your head got disentangled from your body.” “Very funny.” Xander went ahead to battle with the creature he knew he could handle.

more than I did, but I knew they wouldn't risk their ability to protect me while I was kept in the Fire kingdom. I nodded to the guard who had escorted to the dungeon, letting him know it was safe to release my men. "Xaviar," I said as the guard unlocked the cell door, "I know you would prefer to stay, but I think you're the only one that can convey the urgency of this summit to my father in my stead. As soon as you have eaten, I need you to leave for our kingdom." Xaviar nodded curtly. He was not happy at being ordered away. He had been like a brother to me my entire life, our bond only surpassed by the bond I had with my twin, but he knew that his status as my intended match would hold mo

"Dad, Mom, I'm the youngest in the family. I shouldn't only think about my own comfort and abandon you when the company is at its hardest." That familiar voice yanked me out of the terrifying darkness. I opened my eyes to a scene I knew all too well. My sister, Mona Ramsey, was clutching our father's sleeve, crying as she spoke. My parents' faces were filled with hesitation and pain. I had been reborn. And Mona had made a different choice than in my last life.

Xander nodded and released my arm to hold both of my palms in his, “maybe I do not know exactly what it's like, but I understand this passion for revenge. That's why I will do whatever I can to help you get the revenge you want - to help you grow.” I shook my head not wanting to believe him. Why was he willing to help him? Why the sudden change? Xander has been the coldest one since I came here so why does he suddenly care? As if he could read the questions out of my head - or maybe he felt my confusion from our mate bond - he smiled, a strange yet beautiful sight and leaned down to whisper, “like you said, you are my mate. So whatever you wish is my command.” I stepped back, dropping my arm

The air around him was distorting, and it felt like anytime from now that it would snap at its seams. "I am the Author! I have the power to rewrite everything," Xander screamed, standing up and slamming his hand onto the book, "If you won't play your parts, then I'll burn the theatre!" He grabbed a heavy glass inkwell and raised it above the book. "If I spill this, the Deletion completes. There will be no past. There will be no future. Just nothing." "Darius, the book!" I lunged, but Xander flicked his quill, and a wall of solid black ink erupted from the floor, throwing me back against a crumbling bookshelf.

“Just like the mate bond between the Sun God and the Moon Goddess… even the Three Fates were unaware of it until the gods revealed it themselves. And Lady Xanthea is destined for godhood. So perhaps…” “If that’s true,” Yandor interjected coldly, “then her fated god should have claimed her by now. Maybe it’s because of her soul-pact with the demons that he hesitates. That’s why you must form this bond with her and cleanse her soul…” The burn in my chest sharpened, searing deeper as the Three Fates tried harder to force the bond on me. “… we’ll see what happens when her fated God shows up…” Their conversation became a distant whisper to me.

Xander laughed wryly. I leaned back. I had warned him about Azalea's real face, and apparently now he had seen it. Xander turned to me. The pulse in his jaw popped out. "Even to the ends of the earth I will find Jasmine again. Because she is my daughter." The seriousness of his words was reflected in Xander's red eyes as our gazes locked. Even without a mating bond, I could tell that by now Xander's anger was nothing but bubbling up in the air. However he knew better that there was no point in throwing a tantrum, he used his common sense and went to face me to admit his failure.

“You're my mate?" I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. The entire hall watched in stunned silence. Then he did the unthinkable. Xander reached out, gripping my chin between his fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze. The moment our skin touched, a jolt of electricity surged through me, setting every nerve in my body on fire. But his touch was not tender—it was cruel, punishing. His eyes bore into mine, filled with nothing but loathing. “This is a mistake," he murmured, his voice dangerously low." The Fates have played a sick joke on me."

As I stood at the crossroads of destiny, the weight of responsibility heavy upon my shoulders, I knew that my choices would not only shape my own fate but also the destiny of Xander, our families, and the world we had come to cherish. With newfound resolve, I turned to Xander, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and concern. "We stand on the precipice of an extraordinary journey, Xander. Together, we will face the challenges that lie ahead, for love, truth, and the strength of our bond will guide us through the darkest of times."

My revelations keep her quiet before a small smile breaks across from her face. “We have been waiting for him to come home, you know?” The doctor asks, me taking my hands in a gentle squeeze. I don’t ask for clarification, because I already know who she is talking about; Xander. The first-born son of a fated pair, and the rightful inheritance of Willowa. Until he is killed, beaten, or officially relinquishes that hold.