Cross Roads Novels & Stories

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter031: Power II The big day for Spencer and Kara keeps drawing close, Spencer travels to Columbus for the conference he has prepared for without the knowledge of anyone except Dave and Sofia. The conference went well and Spencer got what he always wanted, he flew to Cleveland to meet Sofia who was eagerly waiting for him. He went to her house, knocked on the door, and immediately Sofia opened the door with excitement, she hugged Spencer and they both went to the house to discuss.

Revulsion took its place. At the same moment, Brett's face suddenly changed. He stopped his advances and quickly got up, running to the bathroom. Heather listened calmly to the sound of him retching. This wasn't the first time. It wouldn't wound her pride anymore. Half a year ago, Brett had taken her on a motorcycle ride. They had been in an accident on the road. He had skillfully escaped unharmed, but the heavy bike had crushed her beneath it. It had crushed her "down there."

** Crossroads** The summer sun was high in the sky, casting a golden glow over Seabreeze as the town bustled with the energy of tourists and locals alike. Claire and Ethan’s expanded business was thriving, and the second location had quickly become a favorite spot for those seeking unique, handcrafted items that celebrated the artistry of the coastal region. The response had been overwhelmingly positive, and Claire and Ethan felt as though they were riding a wave of success that they never could have imagined when they first set out on this journey.

“So? You are gonna give me a rundown, or are you just gonna let me figure it out as I go?” Alexander smirked, crossing his arms. “Oh, I know you love a challenge, but since I’m feeling generous…” He turned slightly, gesturing toward the stretch of road ahead. “This track loops through different terrains, smooth asphalt, a few winding curves, a long straight stretch for speed, and a final hairpin turn before the finish line.” He pointed toward a distant spot, where floodlights illuminated a makeshift marker. “That’s where you’ll need to cross.” Sarah’s gaze followed the path he laid out, mentally mapping it.

The Crossbearer. Fuck.

Three days later, they reached Three Crosses, the last neutral town before the border split. It was a messy, loud place, built where three roads met, no one pack’s law holding full sway. Traders yelled over carts of wool and iron, and dried fruit. Dogs slept in the dust. Children chased each other between barrels. No one bowed. No one moved out of the way unless you almost ran them over. It was the closest thing to normal any of them had seen in months.

"Until we know otherwise. She goes in alive." He nodded. Relaxed slightly. "That's acceptable. Thank you Alpha Manuel." "Stop thanking me and get your coat. We're leaving in ten minutes." "Nine minutes and thirty seconds would be more efficient—" "Ten minutes Mitch." "Understood. Alpha Manuel." I didn't answer and Just started walking. But part of me hoped he was right. Part of me needed to know she'd survived. I hated that part of me. The Crossroads sat right on the border of Riverside land between three pack territories. A Neutral ground.

The landscape mirrored their internal state – battered, exposed, waiting for the next storm. Two hours later, Winters slowed, turning onto an overgrown track barely visible in the gloom. It wound through dense, dripping forest before opening into a clearing dominated by a crumbling, gothic-looking stone building – part manor house, part decaying hospital. A faded red cross was barely visible on a boarded-up window. ‘The Crossroads’ looked less like a sanctuary and more like a set for a horror film. Winters killed the engine. The silence was profound, broken only by the drumming rain and Reynolds’s labored breathing. **<< Wait. >>** He slipped out, vanishing into the shadows around the buildi

I said finally, “If he doesn’t find me - ” Jake cut in, his eyes still fixed on the road. “We’re almost there.” I blinked. “Almost where, Jake?” He didn’t answer right away. He just pressed his foot slightly harder on the gas. I turned to the window again, watching darkness blur past. Then we pulled up to a crossroads. There was not a single streetlight in sight. Every direction looked the same - pitch black, silent, still. Jake slowed the car to a stop. My fingers curled tightly around the edge of the seat.

As she approached, he helped her into the saddle, then climbed onto his own. The moment their mounts galloped beyond the sanctuary gates, the fog seemed to recoil. But the woods beyond remained treacherous. As they rode, Catherine whispered enchantments to cloak their presence, while Father Emmanuel—now riding with them—recited protective scriptures beneath his breath. They were not simply traveling through land anymore. They were crossing into the spiritual battlefield. They reached the river crossing by dawn. The old bridge had collapsed under mysterious circumstances, as if clawed by something massive. Catherine knelt by the splintered wood. “This wasn’t rot. Look at the burn marks.”