Dangerous Crossing Book Novels & Stories

Samaira looked ahead as she covered her ears with both her hands, unable to bear the noise, her eyes widened in horror as she looked ahead, Siddharth was heading towards a large tree “NOOO,” before she could say anymore, he had sped up and banged the car with full strength on the tree, into a head on collision,” Dangerous Love.. does it even exist?, Oh Yes! it does.. All Hearts !!

Whatever they wanted, it was contained within the boundaries of the towns. When Andrea asked Leo what these Beasts looked like, Leo withdrew a sketchbook from her things. She smiled as her thumb traced over the worn edges. “My passion.” A touch of wickedness crept into her smile as she handed the book over. “I do a lot more in the swamps than chase snakes.” Practically falling apart, the book fell open in Andrea’s lap to a drawing that looked all too familiar. She gasped. “This is the carving in the stone at the pass to Mathin’s citadel!”

“But I can’t read the title. It’s too far.” The shadow-spiders came back, scaling the glowing threads like ladders. They started eating the words in old chapters. When they devoured Chapter 1: The Beginning, Maya got dizzy. “They’re eating our past!” Julian yelled. “If they finish those chapters, we’ll disappear before the end!” The Dangerous Climb “We have to climb,” Maya said. She eyed the skinny thread for Chapter 61, as narrow as a tightrope. “Maya, you’re human in this world,” Julian said, worried. He grabbed her shoulder. “If you fall from here, there’s no ‘Undo’ button. You’ll die.”

Years of imagining the moment I finally looked Damien Cross in the eyes before taking everything from him. My phone vibrated again. A new message: Proceed carefully. Do not underestimate him. I scoffed. Underestimate him? That was the reason I was still alive. Because unlike everyone else, I knew exactly what Damien Cross was capable of. The dangerous part wasn’t killing him. The dangerous part was getting close enough. I grabbed my keys from the counter and headed for the door. For the first time in a very long time, I could feel it. The end was finally approaching.

No matter how hard I fought the creeping paralysis, I couldn't move. Everything felt surreal. The store, the robbers, me. It was like l'd floated out of my body and was watching the scene play out as an invisible third party. The masked man neared. Closer. Closer. My pulse reached deafening levels and drowned out everything except the heavy, ominous thud of his boots. I should be focused on how to escape my current situation, but time flipped back with every footfall. My first camping trip with my family. Walking across the graduation stage at Columbia. Meeting Dante.

--- 11:25 AM — D Sector, Palehook Crossing The bridge was not new—but new-acknowledged. A weaving of polyroot crossing that curved but did not snap underfoot. Kids crossed it unhesitantly. The elders crossed it slowly, some for the first time in years. Elira crossed it carefully, hand tracing the balustrade. Caelan, on the opposite side, shouted, "Still certain about your weight?" "I'm counting on the threads," she shouted back, "and on the hands that bound them."

" 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

“Down at the crossing. Real trouble.” She followed, boots crunching grit, heartbeat surging at the prospect of a fresh adrenaline. The city had always run on simple principles—might, memory, and whoever was crazed enough to outlast the storm. But with each day under Carolina’s rule, the rules seemed less like scripture and more like a game that desperately needed breaking. The “crossing” was two blocks of no-man’s land where the old subway spat out into the surface. Briony waited by the crumbling mouth, one hand jammed in her pocket, the other clutching a battered radio against her shoulder.

Chapter 3 Nicole. I can't believe I'm cuddling with a stranger, and I feel reluctant to wake up and leave like it was supposed to happen. His body is so warm and hard. The manly scent together with the cologne he used makes me snuggle impossibly closer to him. The way his big arms engulf my body like a blanket makes this the safest and most comfortable place I have ever been in all my life. "We have to go" I mumble, drawing mindless circles on his bare chest but not making any effort to get up and do like I just proposed.

You are wanted. He touched his swollen lips again. The fear was paralyzing, a cold serpent coiling in his gut. But beneath it, warming him against the chill, was a treacherous, stubborn ember of defiance. Silas had crossed the Rubicon. Leo had followed. There was no going back to the way things were. The cage door hadn’t opened, but the lock had been picked. The question wasn't *if* it would happen again; the terrifying, exhilarating question burning in Leo’s chest was *when*, and *how* they would survive it. The line wasn't just crossed; it was erased. They were in uncharted, deadly territory, and the only compass they had was the dangerous, undeniable pull towards each other.