Crossovers Shows Novels & Stories

Before the woman could even react, Patrick shoved her aside impatiently. "Enough already. Get lost. You're just here to leech off the traffic from my livestream." Straightening his tailored suit with an exaggerated poise, he turned back to the camera. "Everything's clear now. This woman bought her ticket from some no-name lottery shack in some backwater village. Obviously, she got scammed." His words did not spark relief among our classmates and lecturers. Instead, they looked regretful.

but-- There was someone standing in the center of the village. Covered with a cloak, she walks forward to the ends of the blue flame village as her shadow covered the darkness... In ancient times, there was an existing being who was considered a pure curse that wields the power of calamity. If one bears this cursed child, it must be killed in instant or the world will be in a dire catastrophe. A child of opposite races –a Lighten and a Darken child, a Lighten and a Mortal Child, and, a Darken and a Mortal child. They are called- The Crossbreeds.

Damon crossed the floor, running a critical eye over every detail; the lighting, the projection angles, the placement of the CrossTech insignia. Everything was under control. Just as he liked it. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought remained. ShadowByte is out there. And when Damon Cross wanted something, it was only a matter of time.

He placed a tablet on the desk and backed away like it might explode. The screen was a wall of thumbnails. Clips from news shows, gossip accounts, a polished segment from a financial network with a tasteful lower-third: Cross Family Announces Heiress; Market Reacts. Damon stabbed one at random. A panel of earnest faces blinked awake. “…and that’s the story economy at work,” the woman in the middle said. “The Crosses don’t need to litigate in public. They post warmth, they post family, and suddenly any brand seen as punishing Mya is toxic. Investors are prudent. They’re looking at optionality.”

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

She crossed one of her legs over the other. "It's time for her to know the true definition of her daughter. I'll make her see through me whether she likes it or not." I chuckled delightfully, positively imagining the supposed successful outcome of Sally's idea.

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…

I wanted to say something — to protect her, maybe — but she was already moving toward the exit, professional mask firmly in place. Tyler’s warning echoed in my head: Be careful. That night, back at the apartment, the silence pressed in like gravity. Tyler’s room was empty now, the extra sneakers by the door gone until next weekend. The space always felt larger without him — quieter, lonelier. I opened my laptop, scrolling through the online articles about the clinic. Every headline was the same: ETHAN COLE RETURNS — THE COMEBACK CONTINUES From Scandal to Second Chances: The New Face of Redemption

“I won’t—I won’t ask again—” “You won’t,” Marcus agreed. The word landed like a door slamming shut. Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Suffocating. The morning traffic continued around them, but it felt distant, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them on that crosswalk. Marcus leaned in just enough that his voice dropped even lower—private, dangerous, the kind of calm that promised worse things if ignored. “I could make you disappear,” he said evenly. “And no one would ask questions.”

She felt it in her bones. Naomi had urged her to leave it alone, to wait for Adrian to come forward. But Amara’s heart ached with a truth she could no longer deny. if she waited for Adrian, she would be waiting forever. He would protect her with silence until there was nothing left between them but walls. And Amara Collins was done living in shadows. Adrian’s phone buzzed on his desk, jolting him from his spiraling thoughts. A message from his head of security lit the screen: Cross spotted leaving a private club in Mayfair. Accompanied by two unknowns. Photos to follow.