Novel & Cerita Cross X Killer

Karma's POV I arrived home sometime around midnight. The house was completely dark. I stood outside for a moment after paying the cab driver, staring at the windows of the house. I had deliberately taken a cab instead of calling Noah. And I refused the ride offer that Helena offered me, the last thing I needed was for Noah to see Roland dropping me off again and start asking questions I couldn't answer. Tonight had already been complicated enough. Daniel Cross was dead. The surgery had gone exactly as Helena had predicted.

He sliced through Silas’s robes, drawing a line of black, oily blood across the priest’s ribs. ​Silas didn't cry out. He laughed. ​"Is that the best the Ninth Life’s killer can do?" Silas swung the scythe in a wide, punishing arc. The blade caught Julian in the side, sending him crashing into a stack of metal drums. ​"Julian!" I screamed.

"Eva Morrison. You do not know me yet. But you will. Very soon." Male voice. Smooth. Educated. American accent with hints of something else underneath. British? German? "Who is this?" "Someone who has been watching you since you were born. Someone who knew Marcus Cross better than anyone. Someone who understands that you are the most dangerous threat to my operation in thirty years." He paused. "You can call me X. It is not my real name, but names are unimportant. What matters is this—everything happening to you right now? The attacks, the revelations, the armies gathering against you? I orchestrated all of it. Every piece. Every player. Catherine thought she was leading her own revenge. Jam

He sat without speaking, and I let the silence hold us. “Did they find Cross?” I asked at last. “They did,” he said. “He’s in custody. They pulled financials linking him to a handful of seeded stories.” The word seeded landed like a stone. “So it was planted.” “It was planned,” Xander said. “The good news is Cross is sloppy. He left trails. The bad news, someone higher up is cleaning behind him.” I swallowed. “Who could be higher?” Xander’s jaw hardened. “Carter’s network runs deep. But we’ll find the nodes. We’ll trace them back here. We won’t stop.”

45 Caliber 1911 pistol which he showed me and I wondered where he got such a piece from. Clara has a Katana and can shoot guns perfectly too, he said they've both been going for combat trainings since they were kids. Clara prefers using her melee weapon than guns as she's swift and more brutal with it as Austin described. He said the infected that bite her caught her unawares when they where scanning an abandoned building to see if they can get something useful.

"You don't have everything. Cross was there from the beginning. He knows things no one else knows." "Like what?" "Like who really ordered your kidnapping. And why." My pulse quickened. "Victor ordered it." "Victor facilitated it. But someone else wanted you taken. Someone with their own agenda. Someone who's still alive." "Who?" "That's the information. Mr. Cross will reveal everything. In exchange for dying free." Rachel spoke for the first time. "Your client killed people. Ordered murders. Destroyed lives. He doesn't get to die comfortable."

Third Person As the gravity of the situation settled between them, Chassy took a deep breath, preparing to share the details that troubled her. Chassy said with a heavy heart, "There's more, Xander. During the attack, they used a crossbow, and the target targeted me but was intercepted by Rick. That’s why he's in the hospital now." Xander's eyes widened in surprise and concern. He already knows about it since Jack reported it to him, but hearing it firsthand from Chas is something else.

Aurora asked, her face displaying a large smile. “Yeah.” Xander didn’t say anything, his eyes remained on the mountain. “About the rogues, you told me you killed one of the hunters, didn’t you?” Aurora said, her eyes on Xander. I looked at Xander, dumbfounded. “You killed one of the hunters?” Xander sighed and looked at us. “Yeah, he was one of the rogues. He’s human,” Xander said, scoffing in disdain. “I want you to trace the scent. I need to find the mask behind the penetration of these filthy hunters,” Xander said and Aurora nodded.

Xavier doesn’t say a word, and when I look up, I’m confused. He’s grinning—wide, creepy, like something out of a horror movie. “Xavier?” I whisper, fear creeping into my voice. Why is he acting like this? In a flash, I catch the glint of the sun against a penknife. It’s in Xavier’s hand, pointed right at me. He’s the killer. The stalker.

James, let us see what bones you are hiding, he said quietly and tensely. James Cross's name echoed in his head, a never-ending reminder of the guy who had wounded Mimi in ways Jaxon still could not grasp. He was no longer here to play games. He was here to reveal every inch of CrossCorp's evil side and, more crucially, to locate the proof that would bring James down.