Cross Roads Novels & Stories

They had left the farming landscape behind a couple of days ago and was now riding through a landscape full of small patches of trees that framed grassy knolls with boulders and rocks scattered around it. “How do we cross it? Is there a bridge?” Mary asked, trying to look ahead to see for herself. “No there isn’t a bridge, in about an hour we will come to a ford where we will be able to make it across” Leana explained. Mary frowned at the unknown word. “What is a ford?” she asked.

“It just makes sense that there would be with so much water around. There will likely be smaller rivers and tributaries we will have to cross, too.” “Then, we should probably stick to the road,” Rain thought aloud. Mist almost stopped as she glanced over her shoulder to look at Rain, like she couldn’t believe her friend had actually made a decision. Compelled to elaborate, Rain said, “If there are any chances of bridges being intact enough to use to cross, we will need to be on a road.” “Good point,” Mist said, turning back around. She didn’t stray from the path they were on, which made Rain wonder if she had actually made a good point--for once.

He knew he couldn't stay in the celestial realm, but stepping through this gateway would take him away from the only familiar world he had known. "What awaits me on the other side?" Alex asked, trying to brace himself for the unknown. "A realm full of opportunities, challenges, and the chance to forge your own path," Lysandra replied. "However, I must warn you that the Crossroads is a place of both wonder and danger. It is a world where various factions, some with sinister intentions, coexist." "I won't let my guard down," Alex said, determined to face whatever lay ahead.

Gazing out the window, he observed a desolate landscape, a river stretching about 50 meters ahead. "Are we at the Stewart family's estate?" Alexander inquired. Peering out, Xyla explained, her expression slightly grim. "Once we cross the river, we're nearly there. However, the road ahead is impassable for vehicles, so we'll have to proceed on foot." Exiting the cars, they joined the crowd at the riverbank where various Stewart family members had gathered. A sudden sound drew their attention as a figure dashed across an iron cable spanning the river using the Rapid Torrent Cale Crossing technique.

However, there were no ‘ifs’ in life. The car crossed the Brooklyn Bridge. Through the rain and mist, the streetlights on the bridge flickered on one by one, stretching forward like a road leading somewhere.

And in the silence of her flat, the weight of it pressed harder. That night she dreamed of two roads stretching before her. One was paved, smooth, lined with familiar voices cheering her on. The other was rugged, uncertain, shrouded in mist. She stood at the crossroads, unable to move. And when she turned around, both Liam and Darren stood behind her, waiting for her choice. She woke in a cold sweat, her sheets tangled around her legs. The dream stayed with her all day, a gnawing reminder that her decision was not finished.

He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding and sat back. “Get ready. We’re leaving now.” He stood abruptly and began pulling on his travel clothes. Outside the tent, it was still dark. The only light came from a sliver of the moon hanging low in the dawn sky, casting long, skeletal shadows across the camp. “Are you sure we should leave yet?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. “Yes. We have to cross the Fire Crossroad before night falls. Remember the Land of the Lone Wolves I told you about? We can’t be caught there in the dark.”

What if fate has planned the opposite of what I planned? Fate has the power to rearrange every arrangement, and accidents happen… right? The loud screeching of tyres and honking horns jolted me back to reality, freezing me in fear. I had just stepped into the middle of the road when the traffic light was still green! My brain screamed loudly, telling me to run, but my body failed to obey the command — my knees were weak, and before I knew it, I collapsed. It happened so fast — the screeching, the honking, my fast paced heartbeat — all silenced by a loud crash!

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

Susan could only rely on the various images from the various crossings. Thirteen Rings was said to have thirteen wonderful corners where miraculous overtakes could happen. The best part was the bridge at the end of turn five. The road was only half as wide as before, there was no way two cars could pass. When the cars arrived there, the victor was basically determined before they reached the finish line. "Quickly look! Jeanne's half a car ahead!" On the first bend, Jeanne used her liquid nitrogen. Her car shot forward like a rocket, overtaking Naomi in an instant!