Crossing Lines Novels & Stories

Heavier. Like we’d crossed a line without meaning to. A line we weren’t supposed to cross. A line Ivy had already noticed. And she wasn’t done.

Jules stopped, her hand slowly dropping from his face, and she stepped back. It was one thing to love an honest murderer and another thing to trust a secret one. “Jules—” “Don’t.” Her voice cracked. “Don’t say my name.” Pain flashed across Nolan’s face. “I always knew you were up to something,” she whispered. “But I never thought you’d go this far.” “Jules, please—” “Mr Cross,” one of the officers interrupted sharply, stepping inside with his gun raised. “Put your hands behind your back.”

Predators. Paintings. Sculptures. Sharp lines and darker tones. Lions mid-pounce. Wolves with their eyes locked forward. Even the smallest decorative pieces carried a sense of pursuit. I swallowed. Figures. “Guess you’re an animal guy,” I muttered to no one. I finished the last bite of my banana, tossed the peel, and headed for the stairs—only to stop halfway up, Tristain’s voice echoing in my head. Don’t touch the locked closet. My foot slowly lowered back to the floor.

The forest welcomed her with quiet reverence—not submission, not awe, but recognition. She padded toward the old boundary stones, the ones worn smooth by generations of paws and feet crossing them. Beyond lay coalition land. She stopped short of crossing, standing between worlds. *You are thinking about lines,* the white wolf observed. “Yes.” *Lines exist because someone agreed to respect them.* “And when respect disappears?” *Then lines become cages.* Rose breathed in deep, cool air. “What happens when they try to cage me?” she asked. The wolf was silent for a long moment.

“Would you care to share your thoughts?” “On what?” A few students snickered. “On the discussion we’ve been having for the last five minutes.” Right. That. I leaned back slightly in my chair. “Boundaries,” I said. “That’s the topic, right?” “Yes.” “People cross them.” “And?” “And sometimes they don’t mean to.” Finally, he nodded once. “A simplistic interpretation,” he said calmly, “but not entirely correct. " I gave a small shrug. The lecture moved on.But every now and then I caught Ward glancing in my direction. Which, honestly, made the whole thing more entertaining.

The route shuddered as if that distinction itself burned. The route creature dragged itself forward another inch, all stolen mouths trembling with effort. “First crossing joins scent to memory,” it whispered. “Second crossing joins memory to future. Third crossing makes the pair a road.” Its grey eyes fixed on us with wet, fascinated hunger. “The old line failed because it could never force both hearts to open at once. But you…” It shivered. “You keep reaching for each other voluntarily.” “That is the least seductive sales pitch I have ever heard,” I said.

He was thrilled to stand at the door, to have the wind slap through his hair and clothes while feasting on the sights outside. Soon, the train slowed down and came to a stop. Dev looked around. They were parked at some desolate place with nothing but tall grass around. He glanced at his watch. Three minutes had passed. “Are we at a station or something?” he asked the balding man. “Not really,” he answered. “There’s a crossing here. The express train is due any minute.” He paused to listen. “Talk about the devil. Here it comes.” A BLARE closed in fast and SLAPPED past.

Conri growls… “Cr-crossbreeds…You a-are in-indeed a c-catastrophe…Y-you must vanish or else…I must inform them-“ “Do you know what? Why crossbreeds remain legends?” “Yo-“ “It’s because…no one has ever lived after seeing them.” “Ug----kkk!” Conri pulls the ice bow from the Lighten’s knee and watches him slowly losing his breath. "Con, is it not done yet?" Royu flashes in front him like a flowing soundless lightning. "Yeah, let's go. Where is everyone?" Conri asks. "Matt is already cleaning the mess. What should we do after this?"

After that, Lina immersed herself in social networks, posting photos and videos of food in turn. Of course, Lina also did not forget to send a message to the secretary, asking him to prepare some afternoon tea. There is a crossroad ahead, probably because the location is relatively remote, there are no traffic lights ahead. Dyan paid special attention to vehicles passing by, and stepped on the gas when he saw no vehicles. “Lina, you… be careful!” As he crossed the intersection, Dyan also looked left and right, then saw a scene that caught him off guard.