Cross X Killer Novels & Stories

It was a dance of death, a primal contest that stretched back through the ages. “I'm going to kill you, Zarion.” “Oh yeah?” I grinned at him. He hissed and peered deep into my soul with scorching anger in his eyes. “You fucking killed my Luna!” “I thought you banished Hestia because you no longer needed her. I chuckled without humor. “I did not kill your Luna. My Luna did. Cassidy, Goddess above, proudly declared it to me.” He looked shocked, probably unaware of the truth. “W-What…how?”

“Clear. Nobody in here.” He shut the door. Returned her to the dark. “All checked, Father!” Father. Victor. The footsteps receded. Then silence—more suffocating than the violence itself—swallowed the Moretti Mansion whole. Isabella Moretti was buried there without a headstone, with the echo of gunshots that would never stop ringing in her skull. Fifteen years later, she rose from that grave as Elena Cross—a weapon forged from the embers of grief. ✘ ✘ ✘

Where it had struck Alexander, his skin was smoking. "Alexander!" I scrambled toward him, but he held up a hand, his eyes fixed on the broken window. "Stay back." "Your shoulder—" "It will heal." But his voice was strained. "Don't touch the cross. The silver—it's poisoned. For my kind." I stared at the object on the floor, my heart pounding. A cross. Through the window. Someone had thrown a cross into Alexander's bedroom. Someone knew what he was. Someone wanted him dead. "Who—" I started.

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

Whenever, wherever. "Love?" I hummed in response. "Can you tell me why you were all bloodied when we met?" He asked, making me froze. "You don-" I cut him off. "I killed someone." Kielton stayed silent, and I decided to elaborate further. "Him— Xanthe's master. I killed master when he tried to sexually touch me." I felt his body stiffened underneath me. "I managed to escape, but master's friends found out what happened. They ran after me. They wouldn't stop until they get me." I whimpered.

They all know him, and it was a long time ago since they heard that name. Nicolas Cruzvelt, the Alpha who killed the triplet's mother, Xanthea, is here to kill them also. They think he still holds grudges to them and wants them killed. But how long he will take the fire and burn of the hearts of the wolves and mafias.

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

the stranger bent over Marcel and pulled out a golden dagger but before he could kill Marcel with it he felt something stab him from behind making him drop his weapon. “I thought they said you were one of the best" a female voice said behind him “Urgh ...what?” He tried to turn to see the face of his attacker but Marcel used the opportunity to pick up the fallen dagger and stabbed his would-be killer in the throat before pushing him with the little strength he was able to muster, he sat up and watched the man bleed to death but saw something strange in the man’s blood.

He nodded and helped me walk toward the front door. “Bea, wait, I’m coming,” Callie called out as she grabbed her things and followed after me. I could hear her muttering some angry words toward the five people still standing in the living room as she rushed after us. I paused briefly as another thought came to mind. “You know, don’t you?” I asked, turning back to look at Devon. “You know who’s trying to kill me?” Devon nodded. “Who?” “The Bianchi’s.”

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You