Cross Ange Characters Novels & Stories

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Time Cross Academy's principal was a fearsome woman, as the archmage of the time rift who held power over an entire academy that didn't get destroyed in a dimension crack, nobody wanted to offend her. On top of that, Time Cross Academy was known for one other thing apart from its superior education. For clans and countries who are looking for potential marriage partners for their children, it was the perfect place to be. Testimonials have said that while the methods were weird, the results were fantastic. 10/10 would recommend sending their children there to find a potential mate if the family has no problems against receiving a male bride or offering a male bride. Amanda Lucifer guarantees

she croaked tauntingly. Xander got enraged to the core, shifting into his huge beast. This time, his speed and power were at their peak. Fire seemed to be roaming around him, and there were red pairs of wings spreading out from his back. He grew in size and all his muscles popped out. His eyes were burning like a lake of fire. "You are another hybrid from Lena's pack, too?" I saw the fear in Diane's eyes as she muttered those words, fluttering her eyes as she rested on Xander.

“It’s so good to see you, mate. When you called, I about fell off my chair. I couldn’t believe it. It’s been so long.” They both pull apart and continue to smile. Azazel simply waves nonchalantly. “You know how it is, mate. Sometimes a bloke needs to lay low. Especially when you live in one place for centuries. I couldn’t believe it when Mathias told me you were here.” Kell clears his throat, reminding them that we’re in the room. He shifts his face as if focusing his non-existent eyes on us. Azazel gestures to us with a wave of his hand. “Sorry, mate. This is Kell Cross and Amara Vega. She’s the Breija Mathias told you about.”

I make a self-satisfied face and brush my hair off my shoulders with one hand. I see Azael with a pool stick in hand, walking towards me, with his particular torn black jeans, a white T-shirt that makes his tattoos show through, and a leather jacket. I approach him, pissed off, shortening the space between us, and several of his friends who look similar to him, look me up and down with mischievous smiles.

Brian first introduced himself while smiling widely. "I'm Knox Ace Crowther, a Proxas and the air user," "Hi, I am Yuna Yamez, a Bervel and the ice user," "Hi! I'm Dread Andresen, a Proxas and the earth user," introduced the bad boy-looking man with a smile. "Hi, everybody. I am Rose Faharda, a Yrelia and I am the eye of the group,” "Good morning, everyone, and hi. I am the hottest chic. I am Crizel Presilya, a Gracas, and the animal manipulator," the woman introduced herself, wearing a long-sleeve fitted dress.

**Kade. Ace swirled the amber liquid in his glass, staring into its depths as if it held the answers he sought. Kade had been a part of his past, a figure who had once stood by his side during the bloodiest days of their youth. But while Ace had chosen a path that led him to power and respectability, Kade had gone another route—a route that had turned him into something else, something dark and lethal.

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

This Chase figure who I’ve gathered sneaks around here at night praying on innocent girls. “How will I know who he is? What does he look like?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one is lurking behind us, ready to silence me before I can release this information to everyone else. Charlie’s eyes widen. “Just like our Alpha. But also he is nothing like him. Dead in the eyes, crazed and insane.” Her words make my stomach turn in realisation.