Crossing Book Novels & Stories

I wouldn't have known this kind of happiness existed. THE END. AUTHOR’S NOTE: Helloooooooooo. And book two has come to an end. Whew, what a journey. Thank you so much for sticking with me till this point. Thank you greatly for unlocking more chapters. You guys mean the world to me! Thank you once again, and I hope you stay for Kross’s story as well. A little spoiler; Kross’s story will be a little heavy and deep, but fret not, it’ll get better. Thank you once again! ^^

Nothing looked unusual. My bicycle was where I had left it that morning. I unlocked it the same way I always did, pulling the key from the front pocket of my backpack without even looking down. I swung my leg over it and started pedaling towards the main gate. I had only made it…maybe ten feets before the bicycle jerked violently beneath me. The handlebar twisted and the front wheel gave out from under me. Before I could understand what was happening, the bicycle tipped over and took me with it.

Chapter Forty The Keeper Beneath the Crossing The floor opened. Not cracked. Not broke. Opened. The road of light beneath Emmy’s boots folded apart as neatly as two halves of a door, revealing darkness below. There was no bottom. No stars. No worlds. No doors. Only a keyhole large enough to swallow a castle. And something on the other side was turning it. “Move!” Ignisvath roared. Emmy ran. The Crossing vanished behind her one piece at a time.

"She's such a pretty young girl, but she just had to be stubborn. Now look—Master Lucas won't let her off. At the very least, she'll lose a finger." "This is too cruel. I can't even bear to watch." The maids and servants chattered among themselves by the pond, whispering and gossiping. But I could barely hear them anymore. The intense pain in my hand made me struggle wildly. The small canopy boat was old and poorly maintained. Under my frantic movements, it rocked violently, bumping against the water with hollow thuds. The scene suddenly mirrored the accident my parents had suffered at sea years ago. The deep-seated fear buried in my heart was instantly dragged to the surface.

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events and places is purely coincidental. Emiliana

Then it made a sound I had never heard before. Small. Broken. Almost childlike. Its hand rose, trembling, and pressed against the glass. “Red,” it whispered. “Yes,” I said. “Red River Crossing.” The golden eyes widened. Its breathing grew uneven. I turned the page to the woman in the blue shawl. Subject One’s claws scraped the floor once. “Mama.” Caleb looked down. Daniel turned his face away. My own throat tightened so hard I had to wait before speaking. “We found your sketchbook.”

His heart raced as he shut his eyes, concentrating on the image of fire in his palm. For a moment, nothing happened. He could feel the curious stares of the other students, and his nervousness grew. But then, just as doubt crept in—he felt something sudden. Warmth. The heat grew, spreading from his chest down his arm and into his hand. It wasn’t painful, but intense. Slowly, Damon opened his eyes—and to his shock, there was a small, flickering flame hovering above his palm. It wavered slightly in the wind—but it was real.

"A young woman vanishes without a trace. No evidence. No leads. As if she simply... ceased to exist." "The story fascinated me. I dug deeper, trying to find the truth behind the disappearance — until I came across a novel." My body went rigid. "What did you just say? A novel?" "The world we're in right now — it's a novel. I stumbled into it the same way you did. That's when I realized you didn't just disappear. You crossed over, just like me." "I've been watching you for a while. Everything about you confirmed it — you're the woman who vanished."

My fingertips hover just above his stubbled jawline and I poke his cheek repeatedly with unsteady fingers. The alcohol still clouding my judgment, I let out a small, inappropriate giggle. "Hey, hey you. Wake up. Stop pretending," I slur slightly, poking him again. "Mission accomplished, okay? You can go report back that you successfully scared the hell out of me." But as I turned to leave, a strong hand suddenly grabbed my wrist. The unexpected contact sends me off-balance, my body betraying me as I topple forward without grace. I landed against his chest, my free hand instinctively bracing against his solid shoulder.