Cross Sans Human Novels & Stories

They fall into formation to form a protective circle around our vehicles and run with us. Glancing out the window, I see that the figure is keeping up with us in the trees. However, when we move through the barrier wards, the figure stops, as it cannot move through the wards as we can. “We are safe and home now kitten, welcome to the pack lands” I whisper in her ear before kissing her neck. The pack lands are Max’s territory. Our lands and mansions are all connected by an invisible border on each side. They are rested at the highest part of the cities.

Gorius and the other women around me are puzzled for my request. "I'm the only one here who isn't a werewolf. I'm human—" and part Phoenix, for my advantage, "I can defeat them." I raise a claim. Gorius turns to one of his attendants and they seem to have a grip on my crossbow. They fetch my equipment in no time. The bike inside the garage holds a few very hundred of the needle like crossbow shoots. Highly effective. But they're silver alloy and will put a dent on one's wallet. The crossbow and the needles are dropped to the ground for me as the metal clinking sounds satisfy my ears.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

Despite her reassurance, I can't shake off the unsettling feeling in my chest, although it's not solely because of her speed. As we ride through the vast landscape, I compel myself to relax, but an uneasy feeling persists until I catch sight of the border signaling our entry into Human Land. The border between the human and supernatural worlds is like a mysterious bridge where ordinary and paranormal things meet. As Katarina and I approach, Damon and Matthias, who are waiting on us before the bridge shifts back into their human form. “Let’s get them some clothes,” Katarina says to me and I nod, reluctantly pulling my eyes away from Damon’s back frame.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

Agent Tran finally says in a perfect customer service tone that makes me want to reach straight through the phone. "As far as your further involvement, Tran........it isn't needed. In fact, if I were you, I would go into hiding. Not only do I plan to bury the SNCA in paperwork, but I also plan to locate my mate. By whatever means necessary, Agent Tran. If I were you, I would alert your superiors to the rampage I am about to unleash on the unsuspecting human population. One of my pack females has already been a victim of my mating fever, Tran..... I don't plan on having another werewolf victim," I threaten before slamming my office phone down on its receiver.

“I won’t—I won’t ask again—” “You won’t,” Marcus agreed. The word landed like a door slamming shut. Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Suffocating. The morning traffic continued around them, but it felt distant, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them on that crosswalk. Marcus leaned in just enough that his voice dropped even lower—private, dangerous, the kind of calm that promised worse things if ignored. “I could make you disappear,” he said evenly. “And no one would ask questions.”

His blade sliced cleanly through the creature's dark aura. The wolf let out a deafening howl before dissolving into black mist. Kael lowered his sword. "They're appearing already." He looked toward the sky. "I don't have much time." Nearly an hour later, Kael finally reached the outskirts of Ashbrook. He immediately realized how different this world was. Strange metal machines sped along smooth roads. People walked while staring at glowing devices in their hands. Tall buildings stood where forests should have been. Everything fascinated him. He had studied the Human Realm through ancient records, but reading about it and experiencing it were completely different.

“The sun?” “Do you not know the legends?” Xander explained. “The Caladrius heals people by taking their pain and sickness and releasing it to the sun. In exchange for healing others, they turn blind and can only see by taking in more pain.” He looked at Benette and smiled once more. “How about you?” he asked, “What does healing others take from you?” “Does it matter?” Benette gave him a sorrowful smile. “As long as I am of use, then I am satisfied.”

Xavion nods with a slight leading look, so I take that as my cue to leave and take a step back and wave. "See you in a bit," I greet him before turning around and walking towards the porch. I keep myself rooted to the spot on the porch as the large group of people disappear into the treeline and return as wolves. I can't help but stare in awe as they file in formation and start jogging away. Each and every wolf is unique in terms of colour and size, but Koray stands out with his pitch-black coat and large physique. "You're drooling," Tasia's teasing voice interrupts my sightseeing and I turn to look at her with a sheepish look.