Deadly Cross Novels & Stories

A young boy was holding onto a large silver crucifix on his chest. The dark Qi was being channeled through the silver cross and the energy was being placed into the youth’s body. Blake looked over at Mrs. Hemingway and then to the youth inside the box and back again. The features of the boy were white hair and a pale complexion with ruby lips. He seemed to be sleeping soundly, gathering the energy from the mystic item. Legends said that the crucifix and cross were deadly to their kind, but that was a myth and held no actual bearing. The race of Vampires is not immortal; even though they can live for quite a long time, their life force does wain after a certain time when they are not able to

"Fifteen nights left. And I'm going to make sure we both survive them." I want to believe him. But Richard Cross's threat echoes in my head. Accidents happen. And I know—with terrible certainty—that this war just became deadly.

I couldn't feel his pulse. He was dead. Nicholas Cross was dead.

Barely able to stand. "Cross is caught?" "Yes." "Good. Then I can die knowing it's finished." "You're not dying yet." "Soon. Days maybe. The cancer is winning." Aria took his hand. "Thank you. For everything. For testifying. For trying to make it right." "I'll never make it right. But at least I tried." That evening, Santos called with updates. "Daniel's drives are gold. Twelve murders Cross ordered. All documented. Audio. Video. Dates. Names. Everything."

Where it had struck Alexander, his skin was smoking. "Alexander!" I scrambled toward him, but he held up a hand, his eyes fixed on the broken window. "Stay back." "Your shoulder—" "It will heal." But his voice was strained. "Don't touch the cross. The silver—it's poisoned. For my kind." I stared at the object on the floor, my heart pounding. A cross. Through the window. Someone had thrown a cross into Alexander's bedroom. Someone knew what he was. Someone wanted him dead. "Who—" I started.

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

Inside, standing in the center of the room under a single flickering light, was him. Darian Cross. He looked exactly as I remembered. Cold eyes, sharp features, holding a silver dagger in his hand. He saw me and didn't look surprised. Instead, he smiled—a cruel, mocking smile. "Well," Cross drawled, his voice raspy. "I must say, Alpha Elion... I am impressed. You should be dead. The bullets were laced with enough wolfsbane to kill ten Alphas. Yet here you are, walking and talking." He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing.

While dead I was certain he wasn’t going to hurt me again. He wasn’t asleep anymore. He was on his feet, backing me with his phone in his ears. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with you and my wife” I stopped walking toward him as I listened. “I think she will be in for confession,” he said and I silently scoffed. It was no doubt he was speaking with the church's reverend father. He wanted me to confess my sins while he wallowed in his? Was this man even sane? He saw himself as all holy while he did evil things, yet I was the sinner.

Katherine's eyes sparkled as she looked upon the Pont Neuf, the oldest standing bridge in Paris. She took out her cell phone to take pictures of herself, after a few selfie, she glanced at them and pouts her lips. A full body picture will be nice, it’s such an awesome sight. She turned to ask Alexander to take a shoot of her, but when she turned to share her thoughts, she found him engrossed in his phone, oblivious to the breathtaking view before him.

Jett asked, his tone sharp, defensive. Cross didn’t answer right away. He let out a slow breath, then said the words that made the ground feel like it was slipping from under me. “Wolves are dying.” “Dying?” Talon’s voice was low, but his eyes had gone hard. “How? Is it a plague?" “The same way that boy did,” Cross said grimly. “One by one. Their wolves are collapsing from the inside. And it isn’t stopping here. It’s spreading. Through the pack link." he said before turning to Talon. "It's not a plague. "