Crossed Novels & Stories

I crossed the room and went straight to him. The second I was close enough, his arm slid around my waist and pulled me firmly against his side. I pressed my face into his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of the car he’d driven here in. Drake let out a bitter laugh. “Look at that. The golden boy arrives just in time.” “Touch her again and I’ll make sure you regret every second of it.” Romeo said in a bitter voice. Drake’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t move.

Pastor's Latin perfectly translates in my head, "Bless this union, Lord. May it last and glorify you for eternity." Pastor gently turns over our hands so our palms are facing down, holding the bottom end of the cross upright and I notice something like a paring knife and he swiftly glides its sharp edge over the flesh of my left ring finger and then over Dominic's. The cut is deep I flinch slightly from the pain; grateful it was quick as I watch droplets of blood drip from our fingers onto the floor.

Sand hung in the air in slow motion. Cyrus said out loud. “Full Fold”. Cyrus moved. Not once, not twice, but three overlapping impacts in a single motion. Kieran brought both his arms together into a cross to block the first; the second slipped through, catching his shoulder. The third was nailed right between his ribs. He staggered back, knees dipping. Blood in his throat. Cyrus followed up with a heel kick. Kieran barely managed to raise his guard. Even then, the tethered time made it feel like the kick happened simultaneously in three different directions.