Dangerous Crossing Book Novels & Stories

Few had traveled it in centuries. The Gorge loomed before us. Jagged cliffs plunged into a chasm that swallowed sound. Fog obscured the path. The only way across was the old stone bridge cracked, half fallen. The Council’s scouts warned it might not hold. We dismounted. The wolves padded ahead to inspect. The bridge creaked underfoot. One slip would mean falling into that emptiness. But we crossed. Slowly. Carefully. Each step is a prayer. Each heartbeat thrumming the bond.

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

I hear breathing behind me, my hair being touched. Fear explodes in my belly, and I almost pee myself. He has found me again. It has to be him. I don’t turn. I don’t fight either. I try to scream, to run. But a cloth is pressed hard against my mouth and nose. Strong arms wrap around my chest, pinning me in place. I struggle, muffled cries escaping me, until the world blurs. Then darkness takes me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yet now, just like her mother, she chose Luther over me. Leaning against the headboard, Luther smiled and picked Naomi up in his arms. "You're really my sweet girl, aren't you, Naomi?" Willow immediately stepped forward with concern. "How are you feeling? Is your head still spinning?" What a perfect picture of a family of three. A cold laugh escaped my throat as I shook my head, forcing down the dull ache in my chest. Once I picked up my ID and passport, I turned to leave. … After booking my flight, I stared at my phone. The screen showed a departure three days away. I looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky, and my thoughts began to drift.

It was sad his grandparents could not see the dangers of their silence. "Where are we going to?" Mike said, and I knew I did not want to linger in Dome. "Prep the chopper, Mike; we are going home," I ordered, and we walked silently.

I saw the huge sign with warnings, one standing out the most– DO NOT CROSS THE BOUNDARY WITHOUT PERMISSION. Yet I had every intention of crossing but before I did, I looked back at the path I had been walking. There was no one in sight but that didn't stop me from muttering, “I, Aurelia, daughter of my dead mother, reject you, Alpha Raiden Flockhart of the Dark Moon Pack as my mate and Alpha.” As those words left my mouth, traveling with the air, I crossed the boundary with a sad smile and a dead heart… unaware of the dangers that lay ahead in my lonely journey.

I breathe out, pulling myself out of my trance. “I don’t know Damien; I was hearing my name,” I said. He sighed. “We have to be careful in the library. It may be enticing, but it’s dangerous, so we will look for the book together. We can take our time,” he said. I looked out the window, and I don’t know, but I feel something is there. You may be wondering, Why was I scared of falling through the window? Well, this is no ordinary window. It is clouded with clouds, and I feel like if I fall through, I am going to fall to my death because I don’t know where it leads.

“Come back to us. Don’t cross that border. There’s a dangerous pack over there. They’ll kill you.” As if I would believe them? Besides, what choice did I have? The entire world was full of beasts. But I was safer across the border than I was allowing those men to catch me. I turned and continued to bolt, hastily crossing the boundary into the other pack’s territory. Another quick glance told me my pursuers hadn’t followed. I finally relaxed and took a breath. Then I pressed on with my stomach growling, my muscles aching, and my body’s strength waning. If that weren’t enough, my head began to ache, as well. I clutched my dress over my belly, reminding myself that I’d done this for my children

Toward Wildroot Pack. “How about we stop for a moment? Eat, at least?” I asked, noticing the way Bridget’s shoulders sagged with every step. “No.” She didn’t slow. “We have to keep moving. I don’t feel safe anywhere here if we stop again.” I nodded. She was right. We were crossing into the most dangerous stretch of land now—the fringes of the Northern Rogues’ settlement. Dusk swallowed the forest whole. Bats poured from unseen caves, their wings slicing through the air above us as we pressed forward, boots sinking slightly into damp, cold soil.

" and why not?" "because it's not safe." "yeah and leaving me alone on the streets at age 13 was safe. I'm 21 now. I have trained my entire life. I think it's safe enough for someone like me." "no" "why??" "just because." "just because why?" "because I don't trust you" "you couldn't find a dumber reason." "your so stubborn" "I learned from the best, aka you" "your not joining"