Cross Sans Human Novels & Stories

Carson had his eyes wide open as sweat entered his eyes burning and reddening them, afraid to miss something, especially with the flickering lights. Reaching his short but long destination, Carson pulled back the machine with all his strength. That was when he saw it. “Ahhh!” He screamed out loud and backed up until he tripped on an object and fell. Anderson was right. It was a rodent. A huge rat the size of a football. Its black fur glowing with lights. It stopped what it was munching on and looked up threateningly with its red eyes at the intruder that had just ruined its meal.

My breath caught. The Borderland Scouts. An organization that officially shouldn't exist anymore. An organization everyone once believed consisted entirely of humans. Ordinary humans. Nothing more. Nothing less. Until reports started appearing. Reports of impossible strength. Reports of humans accomplishing things no human should have been capable of accomplishing. My hand fell away from the scratches. A cold shiver traveled down my spine. Because if this symbol truly belonged to the Borderland Scouts... Then whoever left it here wasn't just trying to contact me. They were trying to tell me something. And whatever that message was...

Slowly, from the darkness of the woods, two humans came out walking with nothing in their hands but guns. I don’t know how they use that tool, but I have read in my books that people from Earth mostly use that from killing. I admit I am afraid, and it’s frustrating because I used to be the reason of someone else’s fear. But at the same time, I’m relieved since I think heavens heard again my prayers. I will die! “What a beautiful horse it is.” I shivered upon hearing the lady’s voice and the language she just used. It’s Audravan, the language of Audravarians! Galing ba kami sa iisang mundo?

Kall howls a piercing sound and Xavier rushes out with Dante. Cassie is the only one who remains human and she glues herself to me, I look to the side and Ro finishes shifting into the majestic wolf he is and I know he is ready for battle. I told him, I gave him the encouragement to let go, and I see him almost enjoying this. How can I help when I can't feel a direct attack on me? All I can feel is this nauseating feeling provoked, maybe, by the strange smell. "Cass… what is that smell?"

“Every bounce. Every shadow.” “Yes, sir,” Marcus replied immediately. Alexander closed his eyes for exactly one second. Then he opened them. “No negotiations,” he said. “We find her.” The Cross machine surged into motion around him, vast and relentless. And somewhere, in the dark space between leverage and consequence, the people who thought they could take something from Alexander Cross had just made the most expensive mistake of their lives.

“You're injured so badly yet you say it's nothing? Even the wound on your lips screams pain. Let's go treat your injuries.” **** I used to think Nathan and Nora were dating, but come to think of it, she wouldn't be clinging to Sky in his presence. What exactly was their relationship? Close friends… perhaps since childhood? We borrowed a first aid kit from a teacher's office to treat Nathan's injured knuckles. Sky clearly didn't want to follow us around, but Nora kept dragging him along. I didn't understand why he even listened to her. A simple resistance would have worked. “Let's stay in this lecture room. It's closer to the office if we want to return the kit,” I said.

“And where does the Cross organization fit into this? They’re not just her puppets. They’ve got their own agenda. They’ve been hunting us long before she decided to play queen.” Alexander nodded slowly. “The human hunters. The virus. The policy side. The politicians who like having a monster under their bed that only eats who they point at.” I grunted. “Cross is a cancer that thinks it’s chemotherapy. They justify everything by calling us the disease.” “So we show their own people what the treatment actually does,” Lucas said. “We make their secrets public. Video, files, testimonies. Expose the labs, the torture, the deals with vampyres. Humans hate feeling like livestock.”

A law that probated any creature from the fantasy realm to set foot in the human world. La Croix had said that there could be an exception for some species if he thinks those are good for the human society and if they are willing to participate in a, what he called a cleansing program to get rid of the "animalistics" but as it has turned out that cleansing Programme that he had started did not clense anything! Some wolves were found dead afterwards and thrown into the woods and some others had completely gone feral and were either murdered by a special task force that was also introduced by La Croix, or they became rogues.

Something dangerous. Something that could destroy them all.

All the years he had known him, he hadn't seen him this confused and disordered. “How about you go out for a ride alone, you know. Clear your head or feed?” He suggested. “I stopped feeding directly from humans a few years ago,” Lucien said. “Except when necessary, of course,” he added. Darius looked confused. “You survive on what? blood banks?” “Yeah. And bad people's blood.” Lucien had worked hard to reduce his intake of human blood because it controlled him. Whenever he fed on humans, he couldn't stop till he killed them.