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.

I paused sharing a look with Angela who seemed to have understood my situation. "Yes we should be on our way home" Angela backs up She nods trying to figure out something between me and Angela. A call came through Angela's phone compelling her to excuse herself. I let out a curse under my breath. "I don't know what Sage or any of the Mickleson's saw in you to have you into their family or their pack but you don't belong ther" she snarled her eyes glistering with hate almost like she wasn't the same person feigning sweetness a while ago.

“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.

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.

He prepared everything; he even instructed Dillon and Lilac to take care of everything. A victory party will happen, but it’s a proposal behind the scenes—the grand proposal of the ruthless alpha king. Drake sat on the couch playing with his son, Zeus Calvin. His son inherited his eyes; even the mold of his facial features resembled him. His son was totally like him when he was still a kid. Zeus gets his mother’s lips; soft, red rose lips, and even her mother’s hair color. “Hey, where’s everyone?” Emily asks Drake who was playing with her son, Zeus.