Xenoblade Chronicles 3 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"So... I'm going to be quick and I won't repeat it. So try to catch up to whatever I blurted out." Janice nodded, gesturing me to go ahead. I took a deep breath, shaking the nerves at the tip of my fingers. "Time to plug my ears shut," Eclipse muttered, blocking our connection. I started, "I planned that Eve should run away because why not? It's easy to run away and I am an expert in it so I told her I'll help her and she agreed. Then night fell and we tried to escape but Mom decided to tag along and so we made it to the borders- while deciding what was the gender of the patrolling guard- and when Eve stepped out of the border, her body swapped with Xavier. Then Xavier started saying how I'm

she said, placing her hand over mine, “that sometimes love makes us do things that push people away.” I flinched. “You think this is my fault?” “No,” she said quickly. “I think you were desperate. And someone took advantage of that.” My heart started pounding. “You think Lena did something?” “I know she did,” Xenia said calmly. I stared at her. “How can you be so sure?” “She’s powerful,” Xenia said. “And power like that doesn’t come without a price. She didn’t just take Griffin from you. She changed him.”

"I don't know what you mean. I'm just a little girl." "Are you?" Alpha Sebastian pressed, moving closer. The air between them felt electric with tension. Cecilia watched as something changed in Xenia. It wasn't a physical change. No dramatic shifting or sudden growth. But the way she carried herself completely transformed. Her back straightened. Her shoulders squared. The childish softness disappeared from her face, replaced by something old and cunning. "Three hundred years," the thing in Xenia's body said. Her voice was now deeper and more mature than any child's should be. "Three hundred years I've waited for the perfect host, the perfect moment."

The air hummed with a frequency so high it made the mercury in the Aura Gate boil, sending silver steam spiraling into the cold mountain air. I stood my ground, though every instinct screamed at me to flee. The patterns on my skin—the braided gold and silver—flared with a white-hot intensity, reacting to the presence of the Chronicler. He remained suspended above the liquid metal, his robes unruffled by the wind, his void-like eyes fixed on my children. "Debt?" I spat, the word tasting like copper. "My people have paid every debt in blood. We survived the exile you forced upon us. We survived the Director’s madness. You don't get to claim the 'Three-Fold Star' now that the fire is lit."

said, passing three glasses of Casteano down to the guys and taking a half refill of my own. “Magic is a cornerstone of this kingdom. It helps keep crops healthy and products fresh. Not to mention, there are pleasant effects of it too,” he said. I choked on a sip of the drink, but Xander patted my back until it passed. All the while, a smirk was firmly planted on his face because he was reimagining the shower bit last night. That was when it felt like a bucket of ice was tossed on me. “When can Blaze go back to Ethan, and what will happen with Phoenix?”