Crossroads Novels & Stories

"The bush is a common sight all across the great mountains of the east. However, here in our newly founded territories, I have only seen it grow in one place. "There is something very wrong with it. It is a place devoid of God Himself…" God? Lyda replayed the unknown name in her head. "The place knows no balance. It is a domain of the pagan spirits. I have heard the people of this mysterious tribe call it many names - the Spring, the Oasis, the Abyss, and the Well of Horns, or simply just the Well. The first time I saw it, I described it as more like a Well of Teeth. Now I have only one name for it. The Crossing."

"Let's go quickly! We're already behind." Said Sandro then turned and walked. Rene followed the man's long strides from behind, they took a winding road and crossed several stone bridges in a city full of bridges and canals. This area has no vehicles that can pass, like other areas, because this location is located on small islands that are joined by stone bridges to cross. There were several gondolas passing by the canal under the stone bridge they crossed. A beautiful and romantic city, unfortunately they have to hurry and are haunted by an Alpha Tomas.

Different from everyone else who had ever crossed toward the founding ground. Not the pull of the wrong-assessed — Cleo had not been wrong-assessed. She had been informally designated as the bridge holder for the central crossing point between Harren and Mourne territories, which was a role that the current system had no name for and which she had been performing with the specific competence of someone who did not need a name to do the work.

, he placed two coffee cups and a paper bag, that I now only notice he was holding on the counter in front of me “At 5am?” “Yeah, there's this coffee shop a couple of miles from here that sells the most exquisite coffee I've ever tasted in my life, what is its name again?”, he snapped his fingers together, trying to remember “Roco's” He grinned. “Yeah Roco's, and I recently just found out they make the most awesome donuts and croissants. So I figured I better get them while they still hot and fresh”, he pushed the paper bag towards me. “I thought you would love some, and some freshly brewed coffee”

The Crossroads were a place where you used to become an adult. It was off territory and only the big kids got to go because they were allowed to leave the territory. For a long time, it was a mythical place that the young kids fantasized about going. Over the past ten years though, Jackson had grown from a small town to more of a city. Now, that was the place where you could go to hang out if you were old enough to be off territory without your parents. The Crossroads became the thing of the past.

" He accelerated. The engine roared, eating up the desolate miles. I touched the pocket of my cargo pants. The notebook was still there. The Valravn, I thought. They know the terrain. They are probably watching us right now. I scanned the tree line. Nothing but gray bark and snow. But I knew better. Predators didn't let themselves be seen until it was too late. THE CROSSING Dead Man's Drop was a geological scar a massive ravine that separated the pack territories from the unregulated North. A single bridge spanned the gap. It was an old steel truss structure, rusted and groaning in the wind. Damian stopped the truck at the entrance to the bridge. "Checkpoint," he said, pointing ahead. There

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.”

Knox and Cass load sniper rifles onto their bikes as Phoenix sets up mobile communication equipment. Within twenty minutes, we're riding toward the Crossroads. The truck stop appears in the pre-dawn darkness—exactly what it sounds like. Three highways intersecting, a massive parking lot, a 24-hour diner, and a gas station that's seen better decades. Neutral territory by treaty. No pack can claim it, no alpha can enforce laws here. It's where rogues meet, where illegal deals go down, where wolves come when they need to be anonymous. Perfect for a secret meeting or a perfect ambush.

The Story Continues in: Crossroads Eternally Yours, #2 END OF VOLUME 1

He laughed to himself and steeled himself even more. After what felt like a few years of walking to him he finally saw it. The crossroad. The roads were dusty yellow with a few cracks travelling through them. The man stood on the left side of the road where at the edge of it stood an old wooden sign post that threatened to fall at any moment. The signs were pointing towards a direction with the names on them. The forwards, left, right arrows read ‘NOWHERE’, while the last arrow which pointed towards the road that he came from read, ‘MAYBE SOMEWHERE’.