Cross Sans Human Novels & Stories

"Volaris has everything. Pets, seafood markets, fish, crabs. Who knows what crawled out changed." He added, "It could be human too. If so, it's already gone insane." That sound from the call surfaced in his mind. No human throat could make noise like that. Kenneth laughed. "Doesn't matter what it is. The three of us together can handle it." "Exactly," Cyrus said. "If we work as a unit, nothing there should pose a real threat." Kenneth nodded once. "Then let's move." "Let's go." Cyrus and Thorgan climbed into the snow crawler. Kenneth mounted the snowmobile Cyrus had given him.

No one should look this fuckable. "N-No," I screamed, startling myself. "No, I'm not-" Cyrus arched his brow but it didn’t take long before he frowned again and tightened his hand around my neck, reminding me he had the upper hand here. His eyes glowed from black and switched to a deep gold. I gulped, remembering the man before me wasn't entirely human. "What's wrong, Cross? It's just a little secret. I won't tell anyone," he mocked me with that smirk and those eyes that made me appear like a prey.

The wild card here was the humans. They were everywhere, unnervingly eager in their fervor. Dressed largely in civilian clothing accentuated with leather and spikes, Xavier recognized them as some of the disturbingly plentiful gangs of human renegades that had cropped up recently, seemingly just to create problems for the supernatural community. And that was exactly what it looked like they were doing, gleefully picking off whatever furred and clawed figure they could. A snarling, furred mass launched itself at their armored SUV with enough force that a hair-thin crack fractured the glass of the windshield. Xavier’s radio crackled to life as Craig’s voice came through.

He didn’t trust anybody to do it right according to him. Croix has his shirt removed showing his olive toned skin matted with ink. He is a big man with wide shoulders and an impressive build even compared to his other friends except Sigh who looks just like him in build. He has slick abs and a defined V-line that disappears into the black baggy trousers that hang low on his hips.

Banshee muttered, "is that they are too race-centric. Lacroix seems to employ humans, but he doesn't utilize them. And the lack of weres or other major magical creatures is a weakness." "So you've mentioned," Shamira replied flatly. "Doesn't explain how we're getting around these ones. These guys are all human, right? So we can't hurt them?" Banshee shook her head. "No, we can hurt them. We just can't be noisy about this, and we should at least try and avoid casualties. Human guards are not great threats to Shane, but murder investigations could be." She put the binoculars down. "So, you and Clara are getting serious, correct?"

I was only around Kera, Nick and. Oh shit! "Can hugging make me smell like a wolf?" "Yup" she answered, popping the ‘p’ and confirming my thoughts. "We all have a scent that only wolves can smell. Even humans have scents but you wouldn't know. If a wolf rubs himself on you, you'll smell like them" Emma hugged me this morning before I left, rubbing herself on me in the process since Lincoln was stopping in their town before he dropped me here. She gave me a pointed look as she slyly smiled. "Have you found your wolves?"

As soon as Edward saw the ring, he froze. He staggered back while staring at me. "You… How can you be this heartless?" "Mr. Miles, what I mean is that you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not the Vanessa you're talking about. My name is Donna, and my identity here can be verified. If you keep approaching me like this or attempt anything improper… Please remember I have a license to carry a firearm." I made a two-finger gesture toward my temple. Edward quickly stepped back.

he sighed. “ You know I do.” Cole walked off closing the door behind him. Turstin began to ask himself questions as he walked to answer his father's call, Turstin couldn't help but wonder why his father was calling and he hoped and prayed to the moon goddess that the great sage had not found out about the Human. Tustin's heart trembled at the fact that a werewolf can sense every other creature except humans unless he was in his wolf form. A pool of questions swirls through his head as he makes his way to the throne room.

Just the ghost of his mouth on my skin, the echo of his name in my chest, and the undeniable truth of it all: Nathan Cross fucked like a weapon. But when he said come home? It wasn’t a command. It was a confession.

But the sight of those two words sent something fierce and warm through his chest. He didn’t text back. He didn’t have to. He just looked out at the city and let himself feel; not the control he’d spent his life perfecting, but the quiet, imperfect peace of being human. And for the first time in years, Damon Cross smiled without restraint.