Crossover Crack Novels & Stories

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

There are fractures now. Cracks that let light through.​

"Oh yeah, it's a very simple item crafted with the help of runes and a simple ritual. I can pass it to you after we are done here." Croaker nodded at Erik and thanked him. "Thank you." He then retrieved a leather pouch from inside his robes and passed it to the gloved Buzzer. It was a Mokeskin pouch. Buzzer then opened the pouch and deposited the horcrux inside. She then passed the pouch back to Croaker. Director Bones was looking at everything with attention. As if predicting the question, Croaker said to her. "Don't worry Amelia, it's our job to dispose of such items."

The Crossbearer. Fuck.

Any moment now… Any – A sudden strike of pain erupted from my back, forcing me to fall forward onto my hands and knees. Okay, no – it’s going to become easie- The bones in my fingers were the next to break and reform. Shooting bouts of pain flew up my arms as my fingers grew shorter and my nails grew into claws. I gritted my teeth, trying to not scream out from the pain. They said this was going to be easy. Not painful. WHAT KIND OF FUDGING PAIN TOLERANCE DO THESE WOLVES HAVE!?!?!?

After all, it started out as a small flap, then a thud, till it became a thump, then a roar till it got to the extent where I couldn't ignore it no more like I was doing before. It was love, budding like a little flower. Fragile at first, it grew and got stronger till it could finally withstand the harsh breeze without uprooting and falling off. It sure is more than surreal this time, it's deeper and amazing than that. This time, it's euphoria. Like a drug I got addicted to. He's Silas, my drug.

Why could they possibly want my blood? Oh Goddess, am I being ritually sacrificed? My mind raced as I watched my blood drip down to the ground into the crevice before me. As he held my hand and kept squeezing to keep the blood flowing, Crystalla crouched down and started to wave her right hand back and forth over the crevice. Within seconds of her doing this, the crevice filled with a black liquid and mixed with my blood to form a stream. The stream flowed through the circular crevice and began to fill up the inner circle that surrounded me.

And I shudder at the thought. The law in this county as well as the Feds have created a roadblock in and out of Waycross, where Bale slaughtered eight humans only hours before. They aren’t making our job any easier as their closure has made traffic a standstill and pretty much blocked our access to the town. Not that we need to get right to the crime scene, as Grady has kept us in the loop, but if we don’t get close enough to get our noses to the ground, we can’t pick up the rogue and the girl’s scents.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.