Cross X Dream Novels & Stories

The Cross machine didn’t roar to life. It hummed. Quiet calls. Encrypted messages. Old favors cashed in without fanfare. Adrian traced shell companies and burner phones with surgical precision. Alexander mapped pressure points—who supplied money, who enforced, who benefited. Cameron sat in the middle of it all, jaw tight, heart heavier than any stage he’d ever stood on. He wasn’t here as a Cross. He was here as a man who loved a woman and refused to let her past eat her alive. * Jayla didn’t sleep much that night.

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

It was old and heavy and inside was a piece of the cross that Emma had poured her magic into it. “Now this is what Daniel wants. He needs this piece and the other ones to make the cross whole again. But there is something you need to know. You are the sixth male in our line that has been said to wheel more magic than Daniel will. If you put the cross together and use it against him, you can send him back to hell for good.” Thomas looked at the crystal in confusion, but when he picked it up, he could feel the warmth that started radiating from the center of it.

She went to her bed and crawled under the covers. “I keep seeing you…” she whispered as she closed her eyes. I frowned, unsure of what she meant. I thought maybe it was just her fever speaking. “You keep appearing in my dreams. I saw you with that bad man… that scary man.” She must have been talking about Xander. Raya had mentioned that Wren keeps having these nightmares about Xander coming to get me. “I’m okay,” I breathed to her. “I promise, I’m not going anywhere anymore. I’m so sorry I haven’t been here…”

“By the way, we just recently found that Win Raynold’s son was still alive.” Xander’s eyes widened. “I’m getting that bastard.” “Did you mark your mate?” Reid asked. “In our mind… through our dreams,” Xander answered as he removed the bandage around his head. “What did you see?” “A lot of nasty things.” Xander gritted his teeth. “It wasn’t vivid but… I’ll cut that bastard’s dick.” “Sure,” Reid said. “Spend time with your mate then… and your mom.” Xander nodded as he got up and they headed to the main house. Xander went directly to his bedroom and took a long bath. He put on some clothes and checked himself in the mirror. He messed up his hair just to look sexy in front of Grace.

"We need to move tonight." "Dante," I said. "I'll call him," Victor said. "Get the documents together. All three letters, the property records, the Graves connection to the patriarch's address. Everything." A beat. "Xena. This is what Cross died for. Don't let it sit." I looked at the desk. Cross's third letter on the laptop screen. His handwriting at the bottom of the original — the familiar slope of it, the way he formed his f's, that I'd been looking at for three weeks without letting myself look at directly.

He is now free of his guilt after facing the truth and only the truth. "For my last question, do you still dream of the same dream?" Xander is constantly dreaming of the same content and that is Gabbie and his child. They are a happy family in that dream of his, camping in high mountains, relaxing in a field full of tulips, and going to beaches together. Even though it looks like a good dream, since it is constant without sparing a single night, it became problematic. "No, I don't dream of it anymore two months ago," he honestly answered and the doctor smiled widely.

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.