Cross Roads Novels & Stories

He was thrilled to stand at the door, to have the wind slap through his hair and clothes while feasting on the sights outside. Soon, the train slowed down and came to a stop. Dev looked around. They were parked at some desolate place with nothing but tall grass around. He glanced at his watch. Three minutes had passed. “Are we at a station or something?” he asked the balding man. “Not really,” he answered. “There’s a crossing here. The express train is due any minute.” He paused to listen. “Talk about the devil. Here it comes.” A BLARE closed in fast and SLAPPED past.

She crossed one of her legs over the other. "It's time for her to know the true definition of her daughter. I'll make her see through me whether she likes it or not." I chuckled delightfully, positively imagining the supposed successful outcome of Sally's idea.

" He accelerated. The engine roared, eating up the desolate miles. I touched the pocket of my cargo pants. The notebook was still there. The Valravn, I thought. They know the terrain. They are probably watching us right now. I scanned the tree line. Nothing but gray bark and snow. But I knew better. Predators didn't let themselves be seen until it was too late. THE CROSSING Dead Man's Drop was a geological scar a massive ravine that separated the pack territories from the unregulated North. A single bridge spanned the gap. It was an old steel truss structure, rusted and groaning in the wind. Damian stopped the truck at the entrance to the bridge. "Checkpoint," he said, pointing ahead. There

The smile the man is wearing wavers a bit before he nods. Mr Cross wastes on time leaving from the hotel, which he instructs his driver on where to go. Not long after, we are speeding through a light traffic, over a bridge and to where the city starts to reveal a beach lined by better looking store fronts. After the car is parked, Mr Cross and I, along with two of his bodyguards, walk down a stretch of road, passing people who stare at us and hostess or store attendants trying to get us to stop by their business.

Even though it was late, there was a busy crossroad ahead of Jo, and she knew she was going to have to at least bring her bike to a low throttle, if not stop completely, in order to safely make her way across what used to be an Interstate Highway. Since the Vampires had basically claimed much of this part of town, most of the humans who lived here didn’t ever come to these parts, or if they did, they did so in the daylight. Still, no matter who or what was driving the cars up ahead, there were more of them than Jo had collectively seen in the last few minutes since this was a major artery that cut through the center of Denver, so she couldn’t rush into oncoming traffic despite the fact that

And once a leader’s image starts to crack, it doesn’t stop until the whole thing falls apart. I called for a scribe.“One word,” I said. He dipped his quill, waiting. Agreed. Two days later, I took Kyle and one other soldier and together, we headed to the meeting point. REDD CROSSING. The land stretched wide and empty under a low gray sky. The air was cold enough to sting my cheeks. Each breath came out as a pale cloud, drifting and fading into nothing. We passed bare trees stripped down to bone, their branches scratching at the sky like claws. Once, we crossed an old bridge where the boards groaned under the weight of the car. The river below moved slowly and dark, swallowing the light.

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.

“You’re going to fix it.” She almost laughed again. “Fix it? Damon, there is no fixing this. The Crosses are everywhere—media, law, finance. The only thing to do now is ride it out and pray they get bored.” But even as she said it, she didn’t believe it. The Cross family didn’t get bored. They got even.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What choice would Izzy make when her two worlds finally collided?

Back then, I had held our feverish daughter the same way, brow furrowed, racing through the night toward the hospital, coat forgotten. Willow shook off the jumble of thoughts in her head and quickly swapped into a long coat. She wrapped Naomi snugly before braving the cold night to hail a cab. However, the streets were empty. No car waited for them. Willow felt Naomi's temperature continue to climb in her arms. With it, her chest tightened with panic. She had no sense of how much time had passed before a kind stranger finally stopped their car. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.