Xander Fire Emblem Novels & Stories

In order to make it easier for him to penetrate the barricade of the Beta army that was facing him. He took Xevia into his arms, carrying her very carefully because the baby in his mate's belly was very fragile. He didn't want- because of his negligence, she lost her baby again. *** "Go after him!" Xander, in his half-wolf form, ran swiftly to avoid the bullets and arrows shot by Luciad's beta troops. He hugged Xevia tightly, so that not a single arrow or bullet would touch her skin. Xander continued to dodge the weapons used by the Betas to immobilize him.

If he had found her, that means they had saved Swayer as well. “Yes but it was already too late. The entire building was burnt to the ground before we got there.” Gerald replied. “We?” Cruella asked curiously. “Yes, I'm from the fire department. I'm actually the captain. When I found you, you were burnt up and I thought you were dead but you suddenly started breathing and I knew God had given you a second chance.” “God? Who is that?” Cruella asked with a frown. “You don't know God? He is the creator. He created everyone and everything.” Gerald explained and Cruella frowned.

The closer he got to her, the harder his ribs would quake from the force of his ferociously beating heart. Xander cleared his throat and stiffened his spine when he got to her. He bowed, took her gentle soft hand and laid a kiss on it. Then he stood up straight and smiled at her. But he never saw a spark of recognition in her eyes. It seemed the longer he stood there, holding her hand, the more uncomfortable she looked. “I guess you don’t remember me,” he admitted in humiliation. “I am Alexander son of Crone.” “Crone, the dead warrior?” Instead of recognition, her voice was filled with pity.

The soldiers that had massacred the demons and devils survived through all the ordeal. Humans, elves, vampires, and dragon tamers. Dragon tamers were the unusual little groupie that was single-handedly picked by Shadow and was created a few weeks ago. They were the strong warriors that wield the power of the dragon and certainly weren’t ordinary lads. “Listen up.” All eyes collectively fixated on him. “Let’s make a very small fire, a little starting ember. Even if the fire is as small as a grain of salt, it would soon swallow a huge mountain.” Dionysus paused and glanced at them, carefully.

made him rigid and predictable. Xander let out a roar that wasn't a sound, but a Frequency. Empowered by Evangeline’s insight, he broke through the "Kneel" command. He didn't just stand; he surged. He lunged at Malakor, his golden claws glowing with a combined sapphire tint. He didn't strike at the Elder’s body; he struck at the Aetherite Robes - the source of Malakor’s connection to the Nexus. "The world isn't a script you can write, Malakor!" Xander’s voice joined with Evangeline’s in a perfect, resonant harmony. "It’s a song that belongs to everyone!"

Says the guard. Lord Xander nods his head and stands up instantly. "I want our next conversation to be better, little fire. While you wouldn't tell me your identity, I will tell you mine. I am Xander, stepbrother to the Lycan king of the Western Bridge Pack. That alone must give you a heads-up." With a smile that could cause anyone's peril, he walks out of the room, and just before he'd leave me alone with just the girl, he orders, "Keep her company, Liliana." ***

I shouted as I ran to them. Xander can't move quickly with his injured leg. The dragon rolled and breathed fire at the three of them.

The bodyguard resisted, but Leo's hand moved quickly and pressed a point on his neck, sending the tall man to the floor. "Dad! He killed Alfred!" Emiko shouted at Kano. "He's only temporarily paralyzed," Xander said calmly. "He'll wake up once this is over." "What do you mean, Mr. Xander?" Emiko asked. "Why did you bring us here?" Xander's eyebrows rose. "So you'd rather see your father apologize to me while licking my feet, in the middle of the restaurant?" Kano slapped Emiko hard on the back. "Damn brat! You should be grateful that Alpha Xander saved us from embarrassment!"

In the field, FPSG stood for First Person Shooting Game, which became bastardized, unofficial code across all branches of the military over the past hundred years for if you find a weapon, it’s yours to wreak havoc with. “We need to get those magic restraints off, first.” Knight eyed his team before he let his attention settle on Xander, who seemed way too tense. “They didn’t give you one.” “I told Lilia he was Strike Force, not an Awakaned. He’s not in our uniform. Guess she believed me for some reason,” Tanner explained before shrugging. “Guess I lied.” Xander and Kira were both Awakaned that's for sure, although he's still skeptical on what Kira's gifts is, he's sure that she has some pow

I’m just here for work. "Ah, a woman with ambition. Even better." He extended a hand. "I’m Damien." Then just before I could reply, a strong hand clutched my waist, yanking me back into a familiar heat. Xander. His large frame forced against mine in a protective embrace, his hold possessive, his deep voice dominant in the air. “She’s not interested,” Xander said flatly, his eyes darkening dangerously. Emma smirked slightly and stepped back somewhat, raising an eyebrow at Damien. "Ah. The infamous Xander Thane. Don’t be possessive, Your Majesty. I was just being friendly."