Xander Knight Novels & Stories

The Luna queen calms him down. * * Xander stands in the middle of the training field… He cracks his fingers and brings out his claws. He turns to his fighters… Scanning them… Looking for who's strong enough to fight with him. “You!” He points at a guy. Though the guy is taller than Xander… He's standing at 6ft7 (2.01 meters).. But the moment Xander points at him… his legs starts shaking and fear appears in his eyes. “M-me…?” He stutters.

I'll have to think a lot over what he said. I didn't do anything after I reached home. We have each other's number, but we don't text. I wanted to ask him about what he said and why. But it was useless. If he wants to lie, he'll lie. What can I do? I can only see that tomorrow, I'll read his face expressions. I'm an observer, right!? INTRODUCING - Xander Name : Xander Smith Age : 18 years Father : Robert Smith Mother : Lily Smith

It is Xander. He is the king of Lycans. One of the most powerful men in the world. He ended lives with just a flick of his wrist. He was known for being ruthless. But this same man had smiled and told me I did a good job when I destroyed his room. Then he renovated it. He pops up in his room randomly, which he pretty much gave up for me, just to check up on me. And so far, he hasn’t done anything I didn’t like.

Sharriah said, watching as he frowned immediately at her words, her words might have hurt his ego, "I'm not a little lad, I'm fifteen, eight months, three weeks and six days old, I'm entering sixteen, and in three month, I turn to a full fledged hunter, but I kill rabbits and squirrels and other animals. So! Am not a little lad." The little lad said again, and she was surprised at how fast he spoke, "What's your name then?" Sharriah asked, wondering the kind of names dragons bear, maybe, something ancient, "My name is Xander, who are you, and what do you come here looking for."

Alpha Kyle's voice drifted into my ears and I couldn't help but shiver. Before I could react, I was taken away and thrown into the dungeon. But then this time, I care less about anything. I was going to escape tonight. I had already decided, I was sure that getting out of the dungeon was going to be a hard thing. Thinking about this, I sat upright as I began to map out a plan. Over the years, I had known the pack like the back of my hand so I had begun formulating a plan. But then my biggest obstacle was how I was going to get out of the dungeon.

"Xander, ~Now that you know the truth… As your savior, I could only wish one thing… … Please, let me go!~ -Hannah"

I opened my mouth to speak, to say something, anything but stopped myself. He wasn’t looking at me. He didn’t want to hear me. “Maybe in my next life,” Xander said, “I will be a footballer.” Chris laughed. “Yeah, man. If you are up for it, we could take a vacation in Rome. Kick a ball around.” Xander shook his head. “We are not going to Rome for fun. This is life and death. My life. I can’t wait to get it back.” he growled. "Even if I have to kill that fucking Mason to get it back, I will."

His father, Nicodemus Robert Saint, was a highly respected business man in Harlowe who owned half the town's properties, and it's been said he had ties to the mafia and had the police, government officials, and the town's people all in his pocket, although no one knows for sure but Xander uses his father's power to influence people. Xander is the heartthrob of campus with his dark wavy brown hair, emerald green eyes that hint mischief, strong, broad shoulders, a chiseled jawline that could cut you, and a sculpted eight-pack abs which shows through the tight-fitting uniform shirts he wears with a 'V' indent that leads downward. I have seen him with his shirt off plenty of times at Nate's. Aft

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." ***

Xander had his two hands raised up in surrender, but he kept his eyes fixed on Richard, watching his every move. “Call off your men, and lay down your weapons before my feet.” He let out proudly, feeling victorious. Xander glared at him, refusing to do as he asked. I know he’s watching closely, waiting for a chance to strike and rescue me from Richard. He was only being careful because my life was at stake. One wrong move from him and Richard would snap my neck and run off into the woods, trying to get away from him.