Xander Hawthorne Novels & Stories

“Then what is it?” Xander fiddled with his hair, looking tormented. "Come on, Sir! I am Xander! Xander William!" Xander said tiredly, this time his gaze was fixed on Crystal. “It is not that I want to demean your daughter, but I am too good, almost like a God really, to even enter a contest just for a spoiled brat like her."

She sipped her white wine and then she decided to ask Xander some personal questions. Clearing her throat she asked " will you mind telling me about yourself and family?". He nodded his head" of course not". I'm Xander. Xander Ethelwulf, I'm 27 years old, I was raised by My very strict single father after we lost my mother to an accident and I have no siblings, he lied. Clara notices the change in his expression at the mention of his mom's death and she feels bad for bringing up painful memories,and she tries to apologize.

Two days had passed after my interaction with Xander, but it seemed like he hadn't gotten in touch with me recently. I'm starting to worry, yet I know that fretting will never help. In addition to Xander, Auster wrote me a letter and, strangely, he gave me the names of guests that are exclusive to the imperial household. I'm amazed that he can accomplish this for someone like him. Now that I give it some thought, Xander is a vampire. Does that mean Auster is also a vampire? Maybe he exploited his vampire prowess to obtain these lists.

Hannah Hey, Hannah. It’s Caroline. If you’re reading this, it means you survived the journey back. I found out from a friend that Xander had frozen time back on your land. But time remains as it was in the underworld. I hope things aren’t too weird for you there. I’m not sure how much time has passed for you. But don’t worry! Things can be undone, but it’s not going to be easy. I was told that his power source is coming from a heart. A heart that he doesn’t keep with him. He put it somewhere and I’m not sure where it is. But if the heart is destroyed, then Xander will have no power. He will be vulnerable, and he can be destroyed once and for all. I’m not entirely sure what powers this heart

Alpha Wyatt nods in confirmation, “We were on our morning checks.” He is a man of few words. Even in the meeting, I had with Ollie. He wasn’t this tense. I felt sad for Zander. If this was his life growing up … no one to talk to, no father figure to guide him through life … living up to the expectations of being the Alpha’s son and the perfect pact member. “Anyways, we should get going now,” Zander says, dropping his arm from my waist and tugging on my hand, leading me away from the training area back to the parking lot as Alpha Wyatt watches us.

Instead, I smiled. "Karen Hunter, Mr Wilde's new assistance." I introduced myself, and he smiled. " Robert Wilson, Wilde's stylist," he said and shook my hand. "I love your haircut. It suits your face. I hope we get to hang out sometime?" Robert winked, handed me his card and he walked away. I hurried to Oscar's office to wait for him. Unfortunately for me, he was already there, and he wasn't pleased to see me. "You are late, Hunter," He said in a very condescending tone.

“When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.” I couldn’t imagine someone or something being so evil as to trap someone’s soul so they could never move on and be at peace. The vampire and human servant I watched and listened to seemed like an average couple. They didn’t interact with people except for their one maid and a delivery man sometimes. And that was only the woman, Victoria. She wa

A long wooden table covered in maps and tactical pawns dominates the room. Six men sit or stand at various points along the table. My Goddess-damned mind will only focus on one. At the far end of the table from his father, Xander looks up as we walk in. His auburn hair is braided back away from his face like all Tansy Beach men, revealing sharp cheekbones and lips I have held between my teeth. Vividly red lips. Far redder than I remember. In fact, he looks pale, like he’s spent every second of these last three weeks inside without sleeping.

“Sir, I am not thinking of anything. I do not have any place in your life enough to meddle in it. There is no need to explain your relationship to me. That is absurd.” “And I have decided that I want to, and I have to make things clear to you.” His persistence was beginning to irritate Nina. She held his gaze with a stern look in her eyes. “I just told you now. I Am. Not. Interested.” She emphasized. Xander acted like he had gone deaf and leaned towards her instead. “I don’t intend to back down until you hear me out. I am not dating Dawn. She is a long-time friend I have known before I ever met you. And she can be extra sometimes. She came by my house saying her dress had been stained and ne

Benjamin and Grace looked up. To their surprise, they saw Xander standing there. He wore a black coat and looked dashing in the bustling atmosphere. Grace instinctively stood up and asked, "Xander, why did you come here?" Xander didn't answer her. Instead, he spoke to Benjamin. "Mr. Hawkins, you're in the way." Benjamin's long legs were stretched out, blocking Xander's path. He didn't retract them immediately. His presence was just as imposing as Xander's.