Novel & Cerita Deadly Cross

I signed my name, Elena, with a strange sense of calm. After dying a gruesome death in my past life, I finally saw the truth. This man, the husband I had loved for years, had a heart of stone. He did not love me. He did not love our unborn child. Fine. I was done holding on. I would grant his wish and disappear from his world completely. I shoved the waiver back at the stunned staff member. Ignoring the glint of malice in Lily's eyes, I walked to the edge of the platform. The drop loomed beneath us, a gray abyss.

The other team led by Rodrigo left the apartment immediately the medical examiners arrived to Dicky's house only to find dead with a cross sign behind him. ******* "Boss", Red started, I found them dead". He ended it with a bow. "What?!" Eric exclaimed. The spark in His Eyes was no longer there "They were all dead with the cross sign Amelia left playfully". "But she was there throughout". "Exactly my point". "You mean there's a killer out there". "We can't say for sure but....." Tiffany added staring at Amelia and nodding her head slowly like she was taking some information in. ********* "Hello, the voice earlier said.

I replied with all the honestly I could possibly gather. The moment Aaron left, I went back to my laptop and pulled up the arms deal record again. My eyes skimmed over the transaction details, searching for something—anything—that would confirm my suspicion. Then I saw it. A small note, buried in the encryption. A single Latin phrase. “Nihil moritur.” Nothing dies. Blood rushed to my head. My hands shook. Because there was only one person who ever used that phrase. And his name was Cross.

I drove my molten fist upward, directly into the base of the obsidian cross. The heat was absolute. The void-forged metal didn't shatter; it shrieked and immediately began to melt, dripping down my arm like black wax, evaporating before it could touch my skin. The moment the cross lost its structural integrity, the Abyssal Seraph fighting Killian let out an agonizing, world-ending scream. Its six wings of dark matter crumbled into ash, and Killian drove his massive shadow-claws directly through where its heart should be, atomizing the creature mid-air.

Neither of them knew that far away, Daniel Cross had just lit the fuse that might destroy everything. And the clock on Adrian’s empire had begun to tick.

*Poppy* The air in the car felt heavy as we bounced along the dirt road, the rhythmic bounce of the wheels barely covering the chaos swirling in my mind. I couldn't shake the image of Dante's lifeless body, now shrouded in white silk and adorned with calla lilies and black roses. Each flower seemed to mock the tragedy, a haunting reminder of our failure. I gripped the edge of the seat, trying to steady my raging heart. The news we carried was more than just the death of a warrior; it was a ticking time bomb, threatening to ignite a war between kingdoms.

The world moved forward around them, oblivious, but some lines had already been crossed — lines that could never be uncrossed. Amaka’s absence hung in the air, a quiet, persistent reminder of mortality and the darkness that had already touched their lives. And in the midst of exams, prayers, and fleeting laughter, it became clear: for some, the game had only just begun.

He hesitates, and I feel my heart swell, hoping to hell that I’m selling this act. “And if I don’t?” “Then you’ll be digging up her pieces on a cross country trip.” “Don’t you dare.” “You KNOW I’ll do it.” “Then I’ll kill you. You hear me, Cross?” He pants, footsteps thudding in the background, “touch her, and I’ll skin you. You’re a dead man, Cross!” Good. “I’ll expect nothing less.” Then I hang up, and all the blood trapped in my head can flow freely again…for now.

“I knew we should have killed her when we had the chance.” “You didn’t want to deal with the paperwork or go on leave,” Devon muttered. Michael shrugged and nodded. It was true. We had a run-in with the Trivisonnos a couple of years ago and Michael had almost killed Sera in the crossfire. It was an accidental shot and if she had died, she would have been a casualty of circumstances. The circumstances were that she was with the mafia when the FBI was raiding their warehouse. Michael had felt guilty about the incident. Apparently, his guilt was short-lived.

" Even at nine years old, I got the chilling message behind their words. The next day, Grandma started taking Aria out to the roadside to play. From our front door, I noticed she never held her hand when crossing the street. I warned Aria to always be careful, and she promised she would. However, one day, I watched as Grandma, fed up, stormed off ahead. Aria ran after her in tears. Just like that, on the crosswalk, a car sent her flying. The driver, in a fancy car, paid out ninety thousand. I never expected that coming back to life would mean waking up to a world where Aria had just died. If only I could have come back before it all went down.