Alex Cross Novels & Stories

Alpha Cyrus said and that angered the young boy. He attacked him once more but Cyrus just used his arm as a shield and he could not even move an inch closer. He was again thrown across the room leaving cracks on the walls and when he was about to get up, Alpha Cyrus stepped on his chest, with so much pressure that he is now barely breathing.

Alexander Cross turned as she entered, a polite, almost unreadable smile gracing his lips. “Olivia,” Professor Hayes greeted her, gesturing for her to take a seat. “Mr. Cross has expressed interest in offering you a unique opportunity.” Alexander’s gaze settled on her, intense yet unreadable. “Thank you for meeting with me, Olivia,” he said, his voice just as smooth and commanding as she remembered. “I’ve been keeping an eye on some of the top students here, and your name came up. I was impressed by your academic record and dedication. There aren’t many who have the discipline I saw in you yesterday.”

53 Alex As the car glided through the bustling city streets, Elena turned to me, her expression soft yet probing. “Alex,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. “I know you’re grateful I dragged you out today, but this—this isn’t enough. You can’t just bury yourself in your room forever. What’s really going on?”

Akeem said, his tone matter-of-fact. For a moment, Cana was too stunned to respond. Seeing Axel’s face sent a chill racing down her spine, memories flashing unbidden in her mind. She forced herself to look up, schooling her expression into one of calm indifference. “Yes, I know him,” she admitted cautiously. “Is there a problem?” “As you may know,” Akeem began, slipping his phone back into his pocket, “Axel is a very influential man. Almost untouchable. But we believe he’s responsible for multiple murders. We need your help to bring him to justice.”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

' Alexia took a deep breath and crossed her arms. "Well, you better pay up big time—because the broomstick just found more problems."

I replied and he smiled, I waved and went away ****************** School closed and Alexander's men had picked up both Alexander and Alicia with the white Rolls-Royce "Alex wait a little, let me adjust my hand" Alicia said to Alex who kept his head on her lap in the car "should we stop at the bakery shop ? You want some chicken burgers? Or maybe cakes? Soft drinks" he asked her as he looked up at her "uhhhm.. OK then.. I will just take some soft drinks and I will take something for silver too" she replied "ohhh OK that's right" he responded with his head still on her lap

Alpha Nicholas I close my eyes and focus on taking slow deep breaths but every time I open them I still see red as that prick of a doctor continues to exist. I'm in my head and in this moment I just want to end him plain and simple. Just rip his heart out and be done with it but I can't, I can't for a lot of reasons one being the fact that he has information that we need, information that could be the answer to all our questions and a way to end this nightmare and two, well, the second reason is simple really, he needs to suffer for what he's done and not just get a quick and easy death.

I stood in the center of the room, the decoy flash drive in my pocket, my heart pounding. Webb's voice came through the earpiece. "Cross is approaching. Two vehicles. Six men. He's with them." I took a deep breath. "Copy that." The door opened. Alexander Cross walked in like he owned the place. He was older than I expected—late sixties, with silver hair and cold, calculating eyes. He was dressed in a dark suit, his posture straight, his movements deliberate. He stopped a few feet away from me, his eyes sweeping the room.

“You moved fast, Mr. George. Faster than I expected.” Alex sat up. “Who is this?” “The Benefactor,” the voice said. Simple. No flourish. Alicia’s breath caught. “You’re not in Geneva,” Alex said. “You’re in Texas.” A small laugh. “You’re learning. Good. It will make this more interesting.” “What do you want?” Alicia asked. “What I’ve always wanted,” the voice said. “The Dickson line. Unbroken. Untainted. And you, Ms. Dickson, are trying to break it.”