Cross X Killer Novels & Stories

I don’t know how much power those souls can give, but it has to be a lot if he thinks it will give him a shot. Instantly, Phoenix and my dad are on his heels, prepared to kill. My dad’s wolf crashes into Xavier, making his face slam into the glass chamber and as Xavier body slides to the ground, my dad’s wolf puts his throat in his mouth. Still aware of everything going on, the wolf looks up to Phoenix, waiting for Phoenix to confirm the death. Phoenix presses his lips together and gives him a single nod, confirming the kill. Without hesitation, his wolf’s teeth pierces through Xavier’s neck and rips it out. It’s like the weight in the room is lifted as this death officially ended Xavier Bla

My breath hitched. There, in bold print, was a clear photo: Xavier leaning in, kissing the cheek of a woman inside a car. WHO IS THAT WOMAN TO XAVIER CROSS? the headline screamed. The cup trembled in my hand, coffee rippling close to the edge.

But two years ago, I discovered the truth. The truck that killed my parents belonged to the Callaghan family's company. And it was no accident—it was a deliberate act under Florence's command.

Adaeze's team was jamming the signal from three different locations. Cross spat blood. "You cannot stop all of them. One will get through." Zara pressed the gun to his temple. "Then you call it off. Now." Cross laughed. "I cannot. The trigger is already pulled. The files are with a network producer in Atlanta. The story drops in one hour if I do not send the kill code. And I will not send it." Damien's claws sank deeper into Cross's shoulder. "Then you die here." Zara stopped him. "No. We need the kill code. We need the producer's name."

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.

“ I can’t. I don’t think I can make it down from up here, I’m too sore. Could you help me please?” That makes him glare at Kyle even harder, “You stay where you are" he says to Kyle in warning and I let out an undignified yelp as Xander bends down slightly and throws me over his shoulder as if I weigh nothing. He places one hand on my ass and the other he uses to bunch up the ropes surrounding our side of the boxing ring to effortlessly jump over with me over his shoulder. As sore as I am, I’m also turned on and so soo horny to be against his bare skin with all that masculinity that is him. I look up to see Kyle grinning at me with a thumbs up sign and I realise making Xander jealous was hi