Cross Ange Characters Novels & Stories

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.

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

Relief washed over her the moment she recognized the familiar, glossy pelts of her pack members. There were Layon and Reebah with their almost matching jet-black pelts, Tyson with his charcoal grey, Dallas with his pale grey, and a few brown ones to mix it up. Then right in the lead was Angel with her striking red pelt that made her stick out no matter where she was. And the flash in her green eyes told Lara that nobody would be able to stand in her way as she moved to face the other wolves that were charging after them. “Lara, come on!”

Drifting my gaze from in my half shifted position, I was able to spot the figures and saw the two men who I never expected. Acker and Mikael stood side by side, both looking furious and intimidating even from the corner of my vision. Their figures loomed like dark, dangerous shadows. “Hello, Acker Madden. Mikael Serrano,” Cross sneered at the men. “Do you want this poor girl’s head blown the fuck off? If not, then get out of this place at once.”

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

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.”

I cleared my throat, and wrapping my arm around Aurora, I smiled at the woman. “I am Dante D’Angelo” I said introducing myself. “Natalie Brooke” she said, nodding at me. I looked down at Aurora and kissed her temple, smirking when I caught sight of the woman who had her eyes on us. “I’ll be leaving you alone with the ladies, yeah?” I whispered to her, noticing that a few women were approaching. “Alright, just try staying away from trouble, okay?” She asked, looking me in the eye. I nodded and motioned for Leonardo to come and follow me, and understanding where I was going, Leonardo gulped down his scotch before walking toward the lounge where our fathers were sitting.

Ronan ordered the bar hoe who was serving another customer by literally taking a sip of the drink he ordered and then spitting it in his mouth. Some people have really sick fantasies. Thinking about fantasies made me wonder if Amelia has any fantasies. I am sure they would be shy just like herself. “Wait, is that your chick?” Zane asked his eyes following to the booth behind the glass door. My breath hitched in my throat as I whiffed my head and saw the same woman I saw the other day I was here. Even then I thought it was her. But right now her face was clearly visible as she sat on one of the customers lap, facing the glass door and rode his dick cowgirl style.