Butcher's Crossing Novel Novels & Stories

"Claire, I know you're Victor's girlfriend, but you can't force him to lie and cover for you because of that!" I was already too choked up to say anything. I blinked as I watched the two of them work together, my heart aching. Victor seemed somewhat reluctant and had just reached out toward me when Emma's words made him falter. "You even hired people to threaten me, trying to make me admit that I was the plagiarizer. If Victor hadn't testified for me today, you would have ruined my entire life..." As she raised her hand to wipe her tears, her chiffon sleeve slid to her elbow, revealing several ugly knife wounds on her arm. Victor's pupils contracted sharply as he grabbed her hand.

“No—Nova—wait—” Too late. The figure stepped forward. Not Cruz. A creature. But it was dragging something behind it—something limp, something bleeding, something— My heart stopped. It was Cruz’s jacket. Ripped. Blood-soaked. Empty. My knees buckled. A cold, hollow scream ripped from my throat. “CRUZ!” The creature holding the jacket let it drop, smirking with a mouth too full of teeth. “He won’t survive long,” it said calmly. “Not without her.”

The Judge moved his wrist, and the Cold Moon Saber drew out countless cold lights in the air, which condensed into an extremely intense net of blades, attacking the Butcher. "Huh?!" The Butcher quickly felt a terrifying killing intent enveloping him, and his pupils shrank. He knew well that he could not handle this attack with his ability! Just as he wanted to dodge, the Butcher realized that all his escape routes were blocked by the sky full of blades, and there was no way to retreat! The endless sword lights were all submerged into the Butcher's body, and the scene was calm again with only the whistling of the mountain wind. The next moment, the Butcher fell and was covered in blood.

Only then, if I told this man to fuck off, I would find myself at the bottom of a lake with a concrete block tied to my leg. Well, most likely. I say that because I somehow found myself at the mercy of the mob, and the man sitting across from me, staring at me as if I were the biggest piece of bacon and he was a starved dog, was known as The Butcher. And, he got that name honestly.

Pushing herself to her feet again, she notices a stir in the woods across the street. Her eyes study the bushes with her new sense of sight, but it turns out she doesn't happen to have x-ray vision. After a few more moments of staring at a bush, she finally decides there is nothing there and turns to head inside. Sera makes her way through the hall, her stomach growling like it never has before. Bianca Cross's humming makes it's way to her from deeper inside the house.

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I didn't understand much back then, but I recognized the smell of blood. Something was terribly wrong. However, my feet felt rooted to the ground. I was too frightened to run. Then came the heavy thud of a butcher's cleaver striking a chopping block again and again. Each blow echoed through the kitchen. I was still clutching a handful of dirt. It slipped through my fingers and pattered onto the ground. The sound was tiny. But somehow Daniel heard it. Because the chopping stopped at once. The door creaked open. Daniel stood there with a butcher's cleaver in his hand. The blade was chipped and uneven, nicked from years of use.

It wasn’t fear yet. But the animal in them sensed a predator older, darker, and infinitely more willing to ruin the world for one person. Damian moved before thought could catch him. One heartbeat the Cross men were standing—smug, breathing, existing—and in the next, they were meat. Claws tore through sternum, bone cracked like dry twigs, and Damian ripped them apart with a violence that felt… sacred. Righteous. The chamber walls were painted red before the bodies even hit the floor.

She laughed, “I just can’t believe you of all people got in trouble with the order. You are our general and the leader of our team and respected by the higher ups.” “Don’t remind me. I fucked up, and it won't happen again.” I retorted, pulling out my dagger and pulling out my sharpening stone, spitting on it before sharpening my blade on it. It was a little difficult to do with one hand, but I wanted to distract myself as we continued through the city. I glanced out of the window every once in a while, watching the buildings going by and people going about their business, completely unaware of the creatures that threatened their very existence.

With black cards and serpent seals and a single line that says everything he won’t say out loud. I slip the card into my purse, slide the note back into the envelope. The elevator dings. Penthouse. No smirk. No satisfaction. Just silence—and the weight of understanding. Because Nathan Cross didn’t give me power to be kind. He gave it to see what I’d do with it. And now? Now I know exactly how to burn him without ever striking a match. He’s not pulling me back. He’s daring me to run. And I’m not sure which of us will burn first.