Crossroads Novels & Stories

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.

** Crossroads** The summer sun was high in the sky, casting a golden glow over Seabreeze as the town bustled with the energy of tourists and locals alike. Claire and Ethan’s expanded business was thriving, and the second location had quickly become a favorite spot for those seeking unique, handcrafted items that celebrated the artistry of the coastal region. The response had been overwhelmingly positive, and Claire and Ethan felt as though they were riding a wave of success that they never could have imagined when they first set out on this journey.

she replied and walked away. Oh! Goodness. What have I done? Maybe it had fallen close to the car or something. I just need to check. I climbed the fence and jumped back to the compound. And immediately, I started looking around. I couldn't afford to lose the treasure. I just couldn't. I searched all the way to the car. And to make it worst, I bumped into someone - The son's friend. I think his name is James. He scoffed and stared at me in shock.

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

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.

I instructed, the driver shooting me a curious glance in the rearview mirror. The Crossroads wasn't on any map, not in the human world anyway. It was a hidden bus stop, a portal between realities, a place where the veil between worlds thinned. The journey was long, the cab weaving through deserted industrial areas, before finally pulling up at a desolate bus stop bathed in an eerie, silver light. There, under the watchful gaze of a full moon, a solitary bus sat idling. Its paint was chipped, its windows glowed with an otherworldly luminescence. This was it.

My only saving grace was that the door was wide open, so I doubted he’d try anything. “Are you ok Miss Cross?” he questioned. Something clicked for me. “How do you know my name?” “It’s on the register,” he replied. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Except it says Hunt on the register.” He scratched the back of his neck, bringing my attention to his delicious arms. “Lucky guess?” There was something strange going on here, but I ignored it as I smirked, walking up to him. “Mr Cage whose full name I don’t know, you’re coming off as a stalker right now.”

“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.”

The city had never seemed so vast, so endless and so full of shadows. Kross stood at the balcony of a rundown hotel on the east end of the industrial district, staring out at the maze of alleyways, warehouses, and broken streets below. His men were already scattered, fanning out like wolves on a scent, but the quarry they hunted seemed to vanish at every turn. Rico. The boy had become more ghost than flesh.