Crossroads Novels & Stories

The further out they drove, the more rural the scenery became. Highrises and expansive freeways merged into suburban communities and shopping centers. Past the county line, they reached widespread farmland and tall groves that stretched out further than the eye could see. The plowed snow continuously thickened along the narrow roadway as Jade listened to the hum of the tires beneath them. Occasionally, she would peer through a break in the forest and catch a glimpse of ridged mountaintops in the distance. It was now miles between driveways, each defended by rod iron gates and fences.

As she approached, he helped her into the saddle, then climbed onto his own. The moment their mounts galloped beyond the sanctuary gates, the fog seemed to recoil. But the woods beyond remained treacherous. As they rode, Catherine whispered enchantments to cloak their presence, while Father Emmanuel—now riding with them—recited protective scriptures beneath his breath. They were not simply traveling through land anymore. They were crossing into the spiritual battlefield. They reached the river crossing by dawn. The old bridge had collapsed under mysterious circumstances, as if clawed by something massive. Catherine knelt by the splintered wood. “This wasn’t rot. Look at the burn marks.”

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.

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Celeste laughed, low and delighted. The road narrowed until the trees scraped paint. Then it opened into a clearing that shouldn’t fit between two pines. A single streetlamp flickered in the center. Under it stood a crossroads sign made of bone and rusted iron. Four directions: NORTH: Where the Veil was born SOUTH: Where the dead still vote EAST: Where the sun lost a bet WEST: Where Coyote keeps his best lies A chalkboard leaned against the post: PARK HERE. WALK THE REST.

Dangerous. Mark followed my gaze, his brows pulling into a small crease of confusion. “Friend of yours?” I hesitated. My mouth opened, but my tongue caught the truth before it could spill. “Mr. Cross,” I said evenly. “He owns the club I work at. Vortex.” I glanced at Mark and added, a touch too quickly, “He’s...kind of a big deal in the tech world.” Nathan approached with all the calm menace of a panther, his smirk slow and deliberate. “You make me sound so dull, Lana.”

The rules I have learned so far are as follows: o Rule One: Bridges are not allowed to use magic for self-benefit, hence why I am broke. o Rule Two: Bridges are restricted in using magic or thought to cast vengeance or harm to those they have bridged, even unintentionally. o Rule Three: Bridges must endure selected traumatic hardships to better acclimate them to various scenarios of pain, fear, hope, and despair, hence my PTSD, anxiety, and depression. o Rule 4: Bridges cannot undo, tear down, or destroy, by any means, the bridges they laid for others. This basically also plays into the no vengeance or recourse allowed rule.

Chapter 6 ***Aurora*** Oh god! Of all person's, my one-night stand is the CEO? I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. The silence that rang through the hall was deafening. Suddenly, my boss stood up. “Get out of my office, Aurora,” he ordered. I blinked. “What?” “You heard me, woman!” He seethed. “Get out this instant!” I shook my head. “Sir, I can't afford this–”

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.

Beatrix: After my shift at the café, I decided to take a walk. The restrictions had kept most of the media at bay, but I still took the back alley to avoid the reporters. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over WillowRidge, and I found myself drawn toward the community hall. The place was quiet, almost eerie in the fading light. I stepped inside, my footsteps echoing in the empty space. Memories flooded back—the laughter of children, the warmth of my father’s hand as he led me to the play area, and… Sebastian.