Cross Ange Characters Novels & Stories

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.

I mumbled. "I need to know what Ace did or said to Angel's father to let him allow them to get married this way," I said. it felt too easy to me like this marriage was just a simple one. I know how Angel's father behaves like, so it felt like a set-up. one the white Cross gang isn't a New York gang, their leader stays in Mexico, which means they were sent here. "Ace told me it was Angel's doing, maybe she cried to her Dad about it, you have noticed she doesn't even talk to anyone except him" Dad mumbled with a sigh.

Damon crossed the floor, running a critical eye over every detail; the lighting, the projection angles, the placement of the CrossTech insignia. Everything was under control. Just as he liked it. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought remained. ShadowByte is out there. And when Damon Cross wanted something, it was only a matter of time.

I want to hear everything. Then I opened my laptop, cursor blinking against the white screen, and started a new document. The title came easily this time. “Crossing the Line: When Love and Ambition Learn to Breathe Together.” I wrote the first line slowly, smiling to myself. Some stories don’t end when you close the chapter. They just learn how to keep going. That night, when Ethan’s face filled my screen — tired but smiling — I realized it wasn’t the distance that defined us anymore. It was the choice to keep showing up.

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

“Says the guy who has his girl’s name tattooed across his heart.” “Hey!” Theo points toward Brock. “I’m not the only one, have you seen Brock’s tat on his ribs lately?” Jax’s eyes fly wide as his head snaps toward Brock. “You didn’t…” Brock leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn right I did.” He grabs for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up to reveal a tattoo inked on his side. It’s a detailed piece with a forest treeline and a wolf howling to the moon, and sure as shit, running through the middle of it is his mate’s name: Astrid. The forest design and the letter A look a little faded, but the rest of Astrid’s name is a shade darker, like it’s a fresh addition.

she explained. “Still confused here,” Hades admitted. We were on the same page. She sighed, sitting up a little. “I think the name Ava is a combination of my two names, Autumn and Valentia, but I don’t know who gave me those names. I think my full name is Autumn Valentia Cross, but I go by Ava Hunt.” None of us had expected that response, and it had me even more curious about her past. “See? You think I’m insane.”

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr