Cross Ange Characters Novels & Stories

Their parents used to dress them alike with Xzander. Charles Arroyo: An unofficial Resistance leader of an outpost. His species is human. He has curly brown hair, that is shoulder length. Light peppered freckles that are hidden by his glasses. Lavender eyes. He was found heavily guarded. He has alliances with trolls & vampires from the resistance. He wears Constellation leggings & a charm bracelet with magic powers. It was given to him by his adopted mother, a troll. He has fake vampire teeth & scent to disguise himself as a vampire but it didn't fly past the Nero family. He was raised by trolls. His boots are shredded & old. He keeps his hair tied up in a messy bun. His wrists are scared wi

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

She only blushed. She shook her head. “I’m not having a baby Charlie!!” “Yet.” Ace said with a smirk. He came down with a half-way buttoned up shirt, it was black which matched them all since everyone was wearing a black shirt. He had his hair a little bit wet and his tats on his neck made him irresistible. Plus his smell made her toes curl. Alex, Charlie and Sarah noticed how hot she was becoming as she was looking at her mate to which they only winked at each other.

“Every bounce. Every shadow.” “Yes, sir,” Marcus replied immediately. Alexander closed his eyes for exactly one second. Then he opened them. “No negotiations,” he said. “We find her.” The Cross machine surged into motion around him, vast and relentless. And somewhere, in the dark space between leverage and consequence, the people who thought they could take something from Alexander Cross had just made the most expensive mistake of their lives.

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

I have scraped up knees and bruised palms to show for it. My sister adapts quicker to roaming in the forest than I do, learning where to put her feet, and how not to snap as many twigs, but I won’t allow myself to consider what the wolf said about her is true. CeCe is human. She doesn’t change into a monster beneath the full moon. And this monster who drags us through places humans weren’t meant to go, isn’t her father, our daddy is Jack Allen Cross. A computer analysist who has a bad sweet tooth and likes documentaries about how things are made and likes to cook everything on a grill and likes to laugh over bad jokes and is the only one who can make Mom smile on her bad nights and who loves

"Imogen, why are you pretending not to know me?" He pouted, a look of grievance on his face. From his tone, it sounded like they were quite familiar with each other, and all eyes turned toward them. Those volunteers wrinkled their noses, looking disgusted, while I waited quietly for the drama to unfold. Imogen blinked, genuine confusion clouding her features. "Who are you?" Thomas's hopeful expression cracked, replaced by disbelief. "You don't recognize me?" Imogen scratched her head, taking a hesitant step back. "I don't think we've met. Are you from one of our subsidiary companies?"

Ace chose that moment to clear his throat while slinging an arm over my shoulder, "Hate to break up the fucking reunion but introductions are needed." "You're rude," I chastised under my breath. "You love it," the tip of his tongue darted out of the corner of his mouth and his heated gaze dipped to my lips. "Everyone, this is Odette," Jericho introduced, forcing my attention back to him, then pointed to each of us and said, "Ace, Miranda, Quinn, and Gunnar." "Nice to meet you all," Odette beamed.

Marcel: She weighed less than she should have. That was the first thing I noticed as I carried her through the gates, how light she felt in my arms, how wrong it was for someone with Alpha blood to be reduced to bone, muscle, and stubborn will. Her pulse fluttered against my wrist, fast but steady enough to tell me she wasn’t slipping away. At least, not yet. The territory lights cut through the trees as I crossed the perimeter. My men straightened the moment they caught my scent, and then hers. Confusion rippled through the ranks. I ignored it. I didn’t slow.