Crossing Novel Novels & Stories

Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the library. Time stretched out like taffy, and as the book sailed across the room, the panther seemed to shrink before his eyes. With dawning horror, Brad realized there had never been a panther, it was only Phantom. He cried out even as the book landed on top of the cat. Phantom let out a nails-on-chalkboard cry, pinned beneath the heavy brick of a volume. Brad hurried back to the stairs, casting the book aside. Phantom seemed daze, mewling and curling up on itself like a pill bug.

When Nicholas returned to the rental house where I had lived, he stared straight at the pile of newspapers on the ground. The dust all over seemed to be telling him how much time had passed here, and that no one had ever been here during that time. "Astrid... No, you wouldn't die..." His voice trembled as he slowly reached out and lifted a corner of the newspaper. A small, dried bloodstain appeared beneath it. "Ah!" Nicholas's legs gave way as he fell to the ground. He no longer dared to lift the remaining newspapers. He seemed to have stopped breathing as he stared blankly without any color on his face. What he had been afraid of and had always refused to believe had come true.

he hissed. Before I could move, his hand shot out. He didn’t grab me this time. He extended his claws, the sharp, obsidian points glinting in the candlelight, and pierced the soft skin of my shoulder. I gasped, a sharp cry of pain escaping my lips as blood began to seam down my dress. “Look at you, June,” he sneered, leaning in until our noses touched.

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.

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What choice would Izzy make when her two worlds finally collided?

I noticed the way he sat up straighter, I looked at the paper maybe I could also see what the both of them was seeing but this was just a short riddle , I wouldn’t even call it a letter or a note , just a riddle written on a paper “ Uhmmm..what are we supposed to be looking at ?” I asked scratching my back head . Sebastian pointed. “The handwriting.”. “Oh.” Sebastian exhaled “ Oh my goodness!” Anastasia rubbed her chin . “What are you two talking about?” I asked again Anastasia pointed at one of the letters. “The T.” I blinked. “The T?” “Yes.” I looked close, Sebastian leaned forward. “That crossing.” Then suddenly Anastasia nodded. “Yessss” “Can you guys , just say it ?”

Still, I had no choice. I crossed the border, knowing I might not make it out alive. My plan was simple: get in, find the book, and get out. But before I could even begin my search, exhaustion overtook me, and I let myself rest for just a moment. And that’s when it happened. A scent so intoxicating, so overwhelming, hit me like a bolt of lightning. My breath caught in my throat. Mate.

Just crossing. I show Cain. “They’re stress-testing movement.” He nods. “Seeing if passage can happen openly.” “They won’t push if resistance appears.” “No.” “They’ll record.” “Yes.” CAIN We do not attend the crossing. We don’t observe directly. We wait for reports. Twenty minutes. Then: “Bridge used. Normal traffic density. No incident.” Good. Not victory. Signal. LYRA Nothing inside me surges. Nothing answers. The Hollow remains inert. Which confirms the core truth:

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And