Xander Wilde Gotham Novels & Stories

Xander said as he put his hands up and looked at the guns in horror. "Why are you here?" I asked. "This is my hometown." He said and I know that but out of London, why would he come here? "We're going then." I said and started to walk but he stopped me causing all my guards to put their guns right in front of his face. "Athena, I just want to talk!" He started to freak out. "There's nothing to talk about so.. enjoy the ferris wheel." I said coldly. "Please.. I want to talk. I just want to apologize." I didn't expect that. I gestured to my guards to put the gun down and I looked around the London eye area a little worried but all the surroundings were already secured by my guards.

As for Yulene, she had been targeted by someone else, as Hogan Walton seemed to have offended somebody. Xander’s goal was to become the richest man in Clouspring—at least that was what Logan had disclosed. Kayson then made him spill Xander’s dirty laundry, frowning as he listened. The latter was a classic example of someone resorting to anything for money. By the time Logan was done, Kayson finished him with a palm strike.

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."

She caught the stories, too—each petition, confession, offer of fealty or revenge—and carried them inside until her bones ached with the weight. Xander was everywhere and nowhere, running the black markets that sprouted overnight: vending cartridges of pure starter to the curious, the ambitious, the already half-ruined. He spoke less, now, eyes fixed on the horizon, as if searching for the next challenge. Sometimes he’d appear on deck, face cut with a new scar, carrying bags of stolen fruit or medicine, toss them to the twins and vanish without another word.

She didn't want to have the same awful experience I had while healing those wounds. "She's not dead, and until that feeling dies in my head, we're going to leave and find her." I snapped at Amelia, cautioning her on her next choice of words. "I'm Xander, the Alpha of Wasteland Village. I've come to seek guidance and help against fighting the lady monster that took the lives of my loved ones, and I want to have its head; that's the only way I can find peace," he roared, attracting the attention of everyone. Lord Lucifer said,

" The Sordid Reality Xander found an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city by following the coordinates. As he entered, the weak light barely pierced the shadows around him, and the air was heavy with anxiety. "Natalie?" he exclaimed. Out of the shadows came a figure—Natalie, wearing all black, her face pinched and pallid. "You ought not to have attended." "You sent for me, but why?" Xander enquired in a circumspect tone. Her eyes were intense as she took a step closer. Something is important for you to know. Alexander was managing more than simply a criminal empire. There are deeper links than you may have thought. He wasn't at the summit of the hierarchy.

I assured Red. Actually, Xander is a hybrid. He has more vampire than wolf because his crazy late vampire father had given him out most times he was little to be experimented on by wild scientists who paid him well and those experiments almost killed his wolf but fortunately he survived and killed his father after he attempted to poison his mate. Almost being killed by his previous alpha, I had saved him and brought him to our pack with his mother and he became a member of the Black Moon Pack after rejecting his previous pack.

I gasped at my reflection when I looked at the mirror by the sink. There was a mark on my collarbone like a tattoo. It was the shape of a wolf with a crescent moon. Below it were the letters K and X, with a heart in the middle. It was lovely. I touched it and felt myself shudder. He placed me on the bathtub and joined me. While he was putting conditioner on my hair, I turned to him. "Xanthe loves you, Killy..." I whispered. He looked so happy and proud, he grabbed my head and smashed our lips together.

It would be their first meeting after a long year of waiting. She offered Veronica to pick up her son, who was coming from Rome. She had heard rumors that Xander was a ladykiller and he always managed to get any woman he wanted into his bed. She was very curious about the real Xander. She was challenged to conquer him. She thought a guy with an ego as big as Xander's would be a huge catch. “Mr. Whithold?” Xander stopped and turned to face the caller. His right hand was carrying a briefcase and a gray jacket was draped over his left arm. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. A pair of sunglasses were perched on his nose to cover his tired eyes.