How to use Xander in a sentence
He suspected she was expecting Xander to want to see her, too.
Xander said my powers will build slowly.
He sensed a great deal in what Xander wasn't saying about his purpose in the mortal realm.
Xander didn't move like she expected a man his size to move.
Xander stepped back to the door beside Jenn.Advertisement
Xander gave a quick bow in response before meeting her gaze with a look that warned her she wouldn't like what Jonny had just told him to do.
The instincts that warned her Jonny wasn't as naïve as he seemed were confirmed when she stepped into the gym and saw Xander standing in the doorway, watching her.
She whipped around, weapon pointed at Xander as he appeared through the doorway.
Xander held up a hand, catching the bullets and then tossing them.
Except for Xander here, who seems immune to just about everything.Advertisement
Xander, find me somewhere safe above ground.
Xander held out his hand.
Xander stepped aside and Jonny walked through the front door.
Xander, however, was a complication she'd never before run across.
She didn't know what Xander was, but he'd said one thing that struck her hard.Advertisement
The two spoke for a few moments before Xander bowed his head and walked away.
Xander visited you, didn't he?
If you find Xander, you must tell me where he is.
She rose, having slept fully clothed out of fear Xander would attack her in her sleep.
One was plainly Xander by his size, and the profile of the second was familiar to her.Advertisement
Xander faced him and crossed his arms, waiting.
He didn't remember Xander, but Xander remembered him.
Xander had seemed curious, the opposite of what Jule expected from the father to the creatures Jule regularly killed.
Powerful motivation, Xander said, amused.
There was a pause, then Xander purred, "You know I do nothing for free."Advertisement
Xander considered him and then stepped away, thoughtful.
Jule stepped forward and motioned for Xander to follow.
Xander approached the woman from one side and Jule from the other.
Xander took the first shot.
Jule looked up at Xander, who stood near the Other, waiting.
Power flowed from Xander and Jule, through her toward the Other, pinning him against the pillar behind him.
Xander raised the Other over his head and snapped his back over one knee.
Xander, what are you?
I landed here, Xander replied.
Xander was too powerful to care what went on around him.
Xander seemed like nothing more than a bored guest.
Your name is Xander.
Xander's face faded in and out of focus, and his thoughts kept drifting away.
They waited for Xander to return with the three vamps trailing him.
To her surprise, Xander stepped between her and the two pissed-off vamps waiting for her.
Xander motioned the two vamps away.
Xander drew his weapons and crossed to the two vamps, chopping them down.
He limped to Xander.
Her instincts on high alarm, she met Xander's gaze.
She accepted Jonny's hand rather than Xander's and closed her eyes to the cold sensations of Transporting.
What do you want, Xander?
Neither of those things would matter when dealing with Xander.
He needed to find a vamp named Xander.
Xander's voice was quiet.
Xander's eyes glinted as he gazed down at Jonny.
I'm not afraid of you, Xander.
Half a head shorter than Xander, Jule was speaking quietly to the vamp, whose arms were crossed and head tilted in consideration.
Xander's attention was caught first by Darian.
He indicated the body of the Other at Xander's feet.
There was more to Xander than Damian could pinpoint.
Xander's lip curled with a growl.
Xander crossed his arms, his head tilted in interest as he listened.
Leave me alone, Xander.
She didn't have to ask him to know he didn't dare confront Xander about it.
What do you fear, Xander? she asked over her shoulder.
After her conversation with Xander, she couldn't help wondering if there was something more that made Darian seek her out or made her willing to humor him.
Xander took my door off a week ago.
I think Xander tries to control you.
And if it is Xander, maybe the Others want something from Xander that Xander himself doesn't know he can do for them.
She'd been planting hints for days that Xander couldn't be trusted.
She'd never met anything like Xander, who was not deterred by even a god's powers.
Maybe. But between Xander and me, he's got more power than you and I combined.
Jonny didn't seem to know her fate, which meant Xander hadn't told her secret, that she was intended to mate with the Grey God.
They were passive aggressive with her, hazing her when the Black God and Xander weren't around.
Xander was in the gym whenever she was, no matter what time of day or night she went.
I'm not here to entertain you, Xander.
Jenn joined Xander in the ring.
Xander deflected and attacked.
Xander's elbow smashed into her face.
When Xander didn't look away, she began to suspect she'd found a weak point.
She'd stopped trying to figure out why Xander tormented her every day.
She rose and gasped, not sensing the silent Xander, who stood in the doorway to the living room.
I don't care, Xander.
As she hacked at a young tree, she thought of Xander's words.
For an Original Being, Xander has no discretion.
Dammit, Xander, Sofi muttered.
A small part of her suspected Damian knew what Xander knew.
Xander can't even stop them!
If Jonny got you, then what did Damian … Xander.
The vamps only try shit when Jonny and Xander aren't around.
If it's not them, it was Xander kicking my ass in the gym.
He had no sense of his own mortality and fighting skill that rivaled Xander's.
Xander had promised Jule to behave, an oath Jule said he couldn't break, since it was Original-to-Original.
I'll keep your secrets, Xander.
I've Seen all your possible fates, Xander.
Sofi doubted Pierre would be living if Xander hadn't made a promise.
Xander would never help another without some sort of leverage.
She hesitated, aware she never should've told Damian, let alone allowed Xander to pry the answer out of her when they'd met.
Xander had gone so far to tell Jenn.
Sofi, any reason why I shouldn't take Xander with me?
Basically, he trusts me fifty percent of the time, Xander fifty percent of the time, and no one else.
I take it you and Xander don't necessarily see eye-to-eye.
He'd taken Xander with him twice.
She wasn't going down the path Xander said was hers.
Where Xander used brute force to subdue an opponent, Darian was wily.
Jenn adjusted her stance, keeping more of a distance from him than she would Xander to give her more time to react.
Xander taught me how to use my body.
Xander didn't pull punches, Darian.
Not only was an Other there, but so was Damian, the messenger he'd sent, Jonny, Jenn, and Xander.
Xander shifted from across the room, his red eyes punctuating the darkness.
Pretty sure that's a rule, too, right, Xander?
Jonny waited for Xander to go before he, too, disappeared.
Xander told me everything.
Now, read my entry from the day I met Xander, four weeks ago today.
This time, Xander says Darian's fate is not the same as his predecessor.
Xander says they can't kill him, but maybe they can keep him from destroying our world.
They didn't talk down to me like they did when Xander was at our meetings.
They used mind manipulation to control you, which wasn't possible with Xander there to protect you.
Xander can still do it.
I'd rather face ten guardsmen than one Xander.
She couldn't sense them as she did when her magic was free, but she could dance the way Darian and Xander taught her.
You're talking about Xander, right?
Jenn asked, startled as the Oracle pushed her aside to stand before Xander.
Xander's bite hadn't been gentle.
The woman radiated cold power, her eyes brighter than even Xander's.
Xander stared at her.
Jenn touched Xander's arm.
After the exchange in the immortal world, she knew Sofi was on no good terms with Xander.
Xander snatched her arm, and she closed her eyes.
His magic filled the air, shoving between Bianca and Xander and pushing her away.
I felt it this time, Xander.
Whatever the exchange between him and Xander meant, he'd showed how strong he'd grown.
Xander materialized and leaned against a tree, watching.
Darian looked at Xander, unable to determine what game the Original Being played.
Darian strode forward, Xander forgotten as he focused on the two women.
He didn't look back but tagged Xander on the arm as he passed.
Xander watched her approach, seemingly at ease while the world went to shit around him.
Xander's red eyes went to the unconscious god.
Xander bent and hefted Darian over his shoulder.
She needed to know what happened to Darian, if Xander followed through and delivered the Grey God home.
Bianca and Sofi shared a look before Sofi said grudgingly, "Xander brought you."
Masked and hooded to hide his deformity, Xander relied on his special senses, the ones that no one else possessed.
Xander was forced to learn to use his special skills to steal from the market's patrons rather than beg with the rest of the kids.
Xander yanked the door open and froze.
Her kidskin boots alone were worth more than everything Xander had ever stolen combined.
They were pale green with silver rings that seemed to liquefy and swirl as Xander watched.
Xander's surprise turned to concern for his mother.
Xander crossed to his mother and knelt, wary of the stranger.
Xander's eyes were glued to his mother.
Xander held his mother's hand and lifted his gaze.
It was not a warm smile, like Xander's mother gave him, but a kind of smile that left Xander scared, without knowing why.
Xander barely resisted the urge to touch the finely woven garment with a fur lining that was certain to be the softest thing in the world.
Xander was instantly fascinated by the sensation of downy fur and cotton spun so finely, it was like silk.
The question drew Xander from his wonder.
Xander braced himself, waiting for the rejection he knew would come.
Xander stroked the cloak draped over his mother's arm.
She observed Xander's fangs as they grew.
This woman's blood didn't smell like any blood Xander had drunk.
Hunger pulsed through Xander.
Shaking his head, Xander knelt beside her.
She withdrew, and Xander was shocked to feel the hunger gone after so short a drink.
Xander sat back on his heels, guilty and uncertain about what he'd done.
Xander hesitated then nodded.
Xander swallowed hard with a nod.
I hate him, Xander said.
She loves you with all she is, Xander.
Xander was unable to grasp how something like that might come to be.
The stranger's face softened with the warmth of pity, a sight Xander was accustomed to.
Something within Xander shivered at the thought.
Xander stared after her then crept closer to his mother.
Xander touched the soft skin of his mother's face.
Xander pushed himself up, eyes on her blue lips and white skin.
He rarely thought of the man he didn't remember, but since the stranger's visit, Xander wasn't able to get his father out of his mind.
Xander arranged her dress and hair with care.
Xander gingerly pulled the necklace free and rearranged her hair.
Xander tied the necklace around his belt and stood.
His mother never held a grudge against his father, and suddenly, Xander didn't understand why not.
Xander's eyes settled on the mask and hood he dropped near the door when he arrived the day before.
Xander engaged his senses and trotted through the nearly vacant streets.
The stranger turned, her bright eyes on Xander.
Aware of his dirty appearance, Xander wiped his hands on his worn breeches.
Xander reached up slowly.
The rage stirred and with it, Xander's fangs.
They emerged into the morning sun, and Xander shielded his delicate eyes from the brightness.
From this point, Xander was able to see most of the city, including the white dome of the palace at its center that marked the home of one of the three Gods that ruled the immortal realm.
Xander gazed up at the stranger.
Xander focused on the dome.
Nothing can stand between Xander and victory.
Nothing will stand between Xander and turning the worlds into this level of destruction.
You're threatening my Xander?
You have no idea what Xander is.
She knew what Xander was; after all, she was the one who taught him war and bloodlust.
Their armies thought they were mother and son, and she stopped denying Xander was anything else.
Inside was the red gem, Xander's only belonging, that he'd kept once his mother died.
There were two things capable of keeping Xander from falling completely to his nature.
Eden sensed she would only get one warning from any of the immortals who now wanted her Xander dead.
If not for the attachment she let grow to Xander, she wouldn't be concerned about tomorrow at all.
Xander's honeyed growl was low and rich.
Xander came into her line of sight then.
Xander stopped speaking and was pacing restlessly, as if ready to fight again already.
Xander continued, not hearing her.
It would only cost her Xander.
Xander had long ago become her son.
No matter what happened this day and the next, Xander was going to be safe.
With Xander incensed, he wasn't aware of the trickle of power she pushed into the red gem in her hand.
The spark of fire in the rough ruby was enough to draw Xander from his musings.
Will you do something for me, Xander?
Xander's eyes went from the gem to her, the only person in either world that he trusted.
Xander staggered and dropped to the rooftop, his body convulsing.
His eyes went to Xander, who writhed in pain on the other side of the roof.
Xander made his way through the rave.
Xander spotted the woman he was tracking.
Xander pushed into the mind of Ingrid to plant thoughts that would leave him free of her.
Xander knew the effect he had on women; they tended to be compelled towards him then melted when he touched them.
Xander didn't wait for them to leave before he Traveled.
Xander didn't want any of them in his territory.
What're you doing here, Xander?
I don't need your permission anyway, Xander.
Xander saw brown hair and a young face.
Unable to enter his mind without tipping him off, Xander shifted forward.
Jonny snapped, referring to the time Xander spent training the Black God to do his job.
In the time Xander spent with the kid, Jonny never killed a girl under eighteen, and never a brunette.
Xander tilted his head to the side, following the teenaged God with his senses.
Xander picked up on one of the Guardians from the local station moving towards the alley.
Xander returned to the club.
True to his word, Jonny left Xander's at the fifty-eight minute mark.
Xander received a text a minute later.
Xander used his senses to find the girl within the bright building.
Even more interested in what the Black God was doing, Xander lingered for a few minutes then left.
Xander returned to his condo and his night's entertainment.
Xander left his bedroom, irritated, and stretched his senses.
Xander rubbed his face, agitated at losing his dinner and his night of fun.
Ready to hunt down his second dinner for the night, Xander pulled off his sweater and replaced it with a t-shirt.
Some didn't, and Xander usually found them before their boss could interfere.
Xander stripped off the t-shirt and his shoes then trotted to the main floor of his condo.
Xander almost smiled, entertained by her thoughts.
She was trying to determine the best way to attack and debating the validity of her boss's assertion that the human-made weapons she carried were useless against Xander.
Xander crouched over her body, one knee in the center of her chest to keep her in place.
You get a warning from me, but Xander gets to deal with you how he wants.
Just bleed you dry, Xander assured her.
Xander reached down in response and gripped the Guardian by her neck.
Xander gave the typical warning.
Xander watched him for a short while before returning to the beach to finish his Tai Chi.
Xander asked with no real heat.
Of all the White God's brothers, Dusty was the one most likely to understand Xander's position.
Xander grunted in response.
His name is Xander.
Ashley was okay, and Jessi would do anything to keep her that way, even if it meant robbing some stranger named Xander.
California sunlight and an ocean breeze streamed in through open windows of Xander's spacious condo.
Xander rose and dressed quickly.
Jonny disappeared then re-entered Xander's territory a moment later.
Even with his belly full, Xander's senses were nearly ensnared by the scent of food.
Xander sensed the girl in the room alone.
Xander didn't like it, though he wasn't at all certain what the boy-god was doing.
Xander watched them, eyes traveling over the woman's ultra feminine shape in appreciation.
She hugged the girl and fluttered kisses across her features, until the teen protested loudly enough for Xander to hear.
Xander had to stop himself from following.
As long as this Natural didn't show up in Xander's house, he was going to let her go.
Unusually dissatisfied at the idea of releasing a potentially fun prey into the wild, Xander remained a moment longer.
Xander grunted and poured the first of many cups of coffee.
Xander took his coffee and went onto the balcony.
Xander drank his coffee in silence.
Xander glanced at her, accustomed to the near-trance she went into whenever she was online.
She didn't think he knew, but Xander loved the challenge of discovering other people's secrets.
Xander suppressed a smile.
Xander smiled at the bitterness in Ingrid's tone.
Xander stretched his senses to seek out any other minds in the condo.
Xander cracked the door for the animal to enter and pulled on a shirt.
The most patient of the White God's brothers, Jule had a calming influence on those around him, including Xander, who felt his ever-present restlessness retreat some.
With so few remaining from his time, Xander was usually pleased to see the man responsible for killing any vamps Xander created.
Xander sat down across from Jule.
Sofi, the wife of the White God, Damian, was the most powerful Oracle Xander had ever met in his long history.
Xander considered the information.
He had newly assumed his position after thousands of years without the Gatekeeper existing, since Xander killed the last Grey God.
The godling seemed surprised to see Xander last night.
He knew Jule was able to balance his alliance with the White God and his alliance with Xander.
Jule was as close as trustworthy as someone ever got in Xander's book.
Xander hated the idea of not being in control.
Xander hated - but respected – Sofi.
Xander spent another moment in pensive silence before he rose.
Xander let his instincts take him to the latest unwelcome creature to interfere with his world.
Xander wasn't the only to notice.
How long has it been, Xander, since you killed the last one?
When Xander tells the story, it was the Originals that did it.
Eden was little older than Xander, the day he was made immortal.
Xander felt her gaze and sat on a bench facing her.
Xander held Eden's gaze.
Eden had been more than a friend, assuming the role of Xander's mother when his died.
Yet Xander felt nothing negative towards her.
Xander and Eden nodded.
Xander didn't expect to see the emotion from the woman who all-but-raised him.
Xander considered for a moment.
Xander asked with a laugh.
Xander was silent, recalling how Eden always found a way to push past his defenses enough to manipulate him.
Older and wiser, Xander was aware of what she did now, just as he was starting to understand the identity crisis that caused Eden to seek him out.
Eden used Xander for her own means and yet, the Original Human's final acts of limiting Xander's power had been selfless.
She had a weapon capable of destroying the immortal realm but had chosen not to unleash Xander completely, knowing what might happen if she did.
If Eden succeeded, Xander died, a fact he didn't learn for many years after she left him writhing in agony on the roof of a tavern.
Xander rolled his eyes.
Eden's smile was genuine, the first Xander had ever seen.
The driven woman was different than Xander remembered; this Eden had no vamp-army or grandiose plan of destroying a world.
Eden, Darian, Xander said and rose.
Xander didn't exactly know why.
After the months he spent making sure no one killed the new Black God before Jonny found his footing, Xander began to think he might've …forgotten something.
You must be Xander.
Xander was in the kitchen, a few feet away, still gazing at her in a way that told her he really didn't know what to think.
Xander's low growl startled her.
Like her cousins, who took everything so seriously, something about Xander provoked her inner bully.
Xander saw the signs then, the red on her face and the slight tremble of her hands.
Except, for the first time in his existence, Xander wasn't able to read the mind of the only person who knew why.
Which meant – whatever her intentions were – she was a new kind of challenge, and Xander found himself intrigued.
Xander didn't like the idea of letting someone who was able to evade him – and possibly connected to Jonny – just leave.
Xander had the urge to follow her to her car to ensure she left and didn't hide out on the main floor, waiting for him to appear, so she could kill him.
Xander sat, and Gerry poured them both coffee, aware of his addiction for the bitter human drink.
Or hear her or smell her or sense her, unless she's standing within three feet of me, Xander said in irritation.
Gerry cleared the screen then began a broader search while Xander watched.
Which leaves Jonny, Xander mused.
Something like the Others, whose magic might give them insight into things Xander couldn't see.
Xander's initial instinct was that he wanted no one around the strange human he discovered.
Gerry was still wary, and Xander understood why.
The trainee months ago made a horrible mistake by choosing to target Ingrid, and Xander didn't think twice about lopping off his head.
Xander rose, more restless than usual.
The doorbell woke Xander the next morning.
Xander paused to sense what might be waiting for him then whipped open the door to his bedroom and strolled out.
Xander went to the porch with his coffee.
Xander's senses picked up nothing, but they wouldn't.
But Xander's enhanced eyesight was able to see one half of the strange interaction.
Xander swung his feet down and strode through the apartment and down the stairs to the ground floor, intrigued by who dared try to push their way into his apartment.
Xander was instantly interested.
Xander trailed, watching her perfect, heart-shaped ass.
Xander sat on the porch.
Xander enjoyed the show.
Xander's reflexes were faster than hers.
Xander was pissed by the time she returned, aware he'd never be able to track her down if she didn't come back of her own free will.
For the first time since meeting her, Xander felt like he had the upper hand.
Her mind kept drifting between Xander and the marks on her arm from one of Jonny's goons.
Xander's calendar was full for the week.
Is that okay with Xander?
Xander's gaze settled on her as he emerged from the direction of his room.
Xander reached around her unceremoniously and snatched it.
She didn't feel threatened around Xander like she had around Jonny.
The guy Jonny sent was half Xander's size and left a handprint on her arm.
She wasn't going to imagine what someone with Xander's strength could do.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she reached the door, ready for a distraction after the intense interaction with Xander.
Xander's low voice, with its naturally husky edge, made her flush.
Jessi stepped aside to let Xander deal with the gorgeous woman, hoping Toni made him as uncomfortable as he did her upstairs.
Within seconds, the woman was hanging off of Xander's arm, throwing herself at him.
Xander caught the movement.
You care to pose with me, Xander?
Jessi made a mental note to look up who exactly Xander was.
She didn't dare turn around, not certain she'd be able to witness Toni throwing herself at Xander without laughing at him.
Jessi led him up the stairs to the kitchen, not caring what Xander said about staying where he could see her.
She soon heard Toni's high-pitched laugh as the woman started the interview with Xander.
She's totally sitting in Xander's lap.
Almost like Xander did.