Cross X Killer Novels & Stories

Suddenly, I’m aware that if Xavier walks in right now, this stops being emotional. It becomes war. “Kendrick.” Xavier’s voice cuts through the room like a blade. He’s standing in the doorway, shoulders rigid, eyes locked not on his brother— But on me. His gaze drops briefly to my mouth. Then to my wrist. The red marks on my wrist were very obvious. I moved instantly creating space between Kendrick and me as soon as I saw the direction of his gaze. Something in his expression changes. Dangerously. “What is this?” Xavier asks, his voice low.

“I am not interested. Go and talk about it without me, I’m not included with you guys, anyway.” I walked. I did not mind bidding goodbye to Nikolai who was intently watching and hearing me and Clark talk. Clark followed me. “This is not a joke anymore, Xienne. Come and think about it. Two of our classmate was killed.” I looked at him. “And?” “What if someone from us is the killer.” I chortle. “You are being paranoid, Clark. Stop watching cheap horror movies. You are creating your own horror.” “I thought you are smart, Xienne. I am stating possibilities here.”

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

No matter how they pressed him, he repeated only one thing: "I need to see the Alpha . Take me to her — now." My gaze hardened. I stood and turned to Nora. "Get the car. I'm going to the scene." We pulled up to the altar. Smoke hung thick in the air, a pillar of black rising into the sky. A crowd had already gathered, but when they saw my car, they parted on instinct, clearing a narrow path for me. At the end of that path knelt a filthy male wolf, his face blackened with soot beyond recognition, held down by the guards.

None of them had gotten it right. The real thing standing in my doorway, catching the light from my hall lamp was something else entirely. It was not costume. It was not theater. It was a specific, intentional, centuries-old object, and it was being worn by a man who had chosen it the way a man chooses a signature. The Verdict Killer was standing in my living room. I want to be precise about what that meant. Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle.

The floors are covered in a luxurious thick cream carpet and a large flat screen television lies behind a wooden cabinet that opens at the flick of a button. Xander sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls me onto his lap. “I don’t know what to say to you babe. I was going crazy without you.” “I’m just glad its over. It’s so unreal, I can’t believe it actually happened. Thank you for coming for me. I knew you would.” Xander lifts my chin and looks into my eyes, “Did he hurt you? Apart from the bruises did he try anything with you?” “No Xander, he didn’t touch me. Not like that. I would have done more than a pull over manoeuvre if he had.”

" You thought you could escape from me.... Heratte?" Sera's mind went blank and that's when she looks down to find the strange tattoos on Zander's chest shining. Stuttering... looking at him in disbelief, she asks. " Who...who are you...." Zander only growls, fanning his breath on her skin. Making her shiver. His next words made her entire body go numb. " Your death" . . . " The Death Wolf." And with this Zander's incisors extend to long canines. To only root right into Sera's neck and a scream leaves her lips as her blood trails down her neck.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

I exhaled shakily. Yes… Cross was dead. Don’t lose your mind, Ari. Get yourself together. Your lover is dead!

His finger was steady on the trigger, the barrel aimed straight at the old bastard. Carl stood dripping wet on the dock with his goon beside him, his bony hand gripping the man’s shoulder for balance. Both of them looked like drowned puppies, water still pouring off their clothes. My heart clenched as I stared at Xander. “Don’t do it!” I screamed, my voice shaking. “Don’t kill him! I know you hate him right now, but don’t give in. You are a cop, Xander not a bloody killer!” But his eyes never left Carl. His jaw was tight, his body wound like a spring.