Crossing Book Novels & Stories

The book club ladies were in fine form this afternoon. Margaret Thompson sat primly on the floral couch in a rented out space close to the library, a half-empty teacup balanced on her knee, her Bible study notes open on the coffee table. The conversation had started with the latest Christian fiction novel — something about redemption and resisting temptation — but it had drifted, as it always did, into more personal territory. Gossip dressed up as prayer requests. “Speaking of temptation,” one of the women said, lowering her voice with dramatic concern, “have you heard what’s going around about that poor Thompson boy?”

"The place knows no balance. It is a domain of the pagan spirits. I have heard the people of this mysterious tribe call it many names - the Spring, the Oasis, the Abyss, and the Well of Horns, or simply just the Well. The first time I saw it, I described it as more like a Well of Teeth. Now I have only one name for it. The Crossing." Just below the last paragraph was a simple location within the book: Page 47. Already intrigued beyond control, Lyda hastily flipped through the book until she came to page 47. It was difficult to make out some of the page numbers because of how faded they were, but Lyda knew she had found the right page when she read the title of the new passage at the top: The

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

she stated crossing her arms to tell me she isn't leaving without me. I nodded about to step out of the room before I remembered I am not holding any books, I quickly closed the door and turned to Axel who was still standing there I couldn't look into his eyes so I looked down "do you have any books, I don't want...." Before I could continue speaking Axel pressed his lips against mine his hand wrapping around my waist and the other around my neck pulling me deeper into the kiss.

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Finding a new resolve, she walked closer to the circle. She walked forward and stood in front of the bloody circle. The moment she did, a blood-colored veil shot up from the circle, preventing her from taking another step. “Do not expect the entrapment to save you, demon. For today, nothing will save you from me.” She took her sword and drove it into the bloody veil in front of her. Like hot knife through butter, the knife went in without resistance. She cut downwards, creating a hole in the veil before quickly stepping through. The moment she did, the veil closed itself up again and disappeared like it never came.

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Adrian answered softly. “The Island of Crossing.” Silence. “The Ferryman never meets anyone on land.” ⸻ Before another word could be spoken— Every light inside the estate dimmed. The antique compass lying on Vittorio’s desk… Began spinning wildly. North. South. East. West. Again. Again. Again. Then suddenly… It stopped. The needle pointed… Not north. But directly toward the hidden bookshelf in the study. A loud mechanical click echoed through the room. The bookshelf slowly slid sideways.

"Sure. I'll give it a try." Her eyes lit up. Soon, she pressed her lips together, nodded, and stepped back to the counter. I took a sip, and it felt like warmth had finally settled into a part of me that had stayed cold for a very long time. Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at it; the publisher's editor had sent over a draft cover for my new book. The cover featured a gradually brightening deep blue expanse, with the title "Crossing" printed across it.

Emma also appeared at that moment, her eyes red as she accused me, "Claire, I could overlook it when you plagiarized my designs for your previous assignments… "But this graduation project, the 'Wild Roses' series, is something I created specifically for Victor's birthday. He even helped me with the revisions. How can you still claim you didn't plagiarize it?" All the cameras turned toward Victor in an instant as the reporters waited for his response. I looked at him too. Victor avoided my gaze and said to the reporters, "The 'Wild Roses' design is indeed Emma's creation. When we studied together late at night, I watched her draw the blueprints with my own eyes."