Cross Roads Novels & Stories

And I shudder at the thought. The law in this county as well as the Feds have created a roadblock in and out of Waycross, where Bale slaughtered eight humans only hours before. They aren’t making our job any easier as their closure has made traffic a standstill and pretty much blocked our access to the town. Not that we need to get right to the crime scene, as Grady has kept us in the loop, but if we don’t get close enough to get our noses to the ground, we can’t pick up the rogue and the girl’s scents.

Benjamin gushed as he drove. “Yeah well, I’m just glad we now have him as an ally. Now, our pack will have more ways than one to defeat those rogues.” I answered my hands sliding over my dagger. “Hey, you know what, how about we check out that crossroad. You know the one where we share with the Lycans.” He asked, making my eyes widen in shock. Was he out of his mind? The crossroad was a common ground where neither werewolves nor Lycans had power over, it was the one thing the witches made clear they both could not own in any way. It was also the place where meetings were held when necessary.

Knox and Cass load sniper rifles onto their bikes as Phoenix sets up mobile communication equipment. Within twenty minutes, we're riding toward the Crossroads. The truck stop appears in the pre-dawn darkness—exactly what it sounds like. Three highways intersecting, a massive parking lot, a 24-hour diner, and a gas station that's seen better decades. Neutral territory by treaty. No pack can claim it, no alpha can enforce laws here. It's where rogues meet, where illegal deals go down, where wolves come when they need to be anonymous. Perfect for a secret meeting or a perfect ambush.

Surely there must be something else that she could do. She had to cross over a bridge that spanned a large fork of Muddy Creek and through a wooded area behind her house. Though Lamar was being settled fairly rapidly, the area right behind the Pike house had yet to be occupied, mostly because of the creek and the fear of flooding. Still, it was easier for Cordia to make her way from Susannah’s house through this little scenic area than to stick to the city streets. The little narrow footbridge that crossed the creek here was one of only four bridges that spanned this waterway that encircled the town from the northwest. There was one more just as narrow a few miles down the stream and then tw

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Celeste laughed, low and delighted. The road narrowed until the trees scraped paint. Then it opened into a clearing that shouldn’t fit between two pines. A single streetlamp flickered in the center. Under it stood a crossroads sign made of bone and rusted iron. Four directions: NORTH: Where the Veil was born SOUTH: Where the dead still vote EAST: Where the sun lost a bet WEST: Where Coyote keeps his best lies A chalkboard leaned against the post: PARK HERE. WALK THE REST.

Everywhere was dark in the illuminating moonlight. The crescendo moon smiling widely, yet the smile faded at the horn of a car speeding to him. Smoke lingered around, blurring the vision. Ryan’s eyes were swollen and so red it seemed someone punched him hard. Rubbing them dry, he did not consider the oncoming danger he might have. He was crossing the road with no knowledge of his surrounding. The wide road spread across the long deserted road, with a few cars seldom crossing the street.

He feared what he would find once he reached the chaos. As he reached the crosswalk leading from the business section of Washington Street to the downtown area on the other side of Washington Street, people poured out of the small strip of stores, running as fast as they could, jerking their gazes over their shoulders to make sure nothing pursued them. In the intersection of Washington and Main, several cars sat twisted together, fiberglass bumpers shattered, metal caved in and twisted. Traffic backed up in both directions, some cars abandoned as people either fled or stood and gawked trying to figure out what freaked everyone out.

"We abandon the mounts at the split, send them down the main road, and go on foot through the track." I felt it click. "So kade's men follow the horses." "For long enough," he said. "Do it," Rylan said. That was the end of the conversation. The thirty minutes felt like ten. The crossroads appeared through the tree line, two dirt paths cutting through the forest, the left one wide and well-worn, the right one barely visible, its entrance half-eaten by overgrowth and weed. The branches on the right path looked like they'd been trying to close that door for years.