Deadly Cross Novels & Stories

" 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.

She had to get out of there, she was feeling weak inside but she knew that she had to keep going and mustn't give up. Her spine felt chills when she stumbled upon a dead body on the floor. She didn't even know how to react and just the sight of it made her limbs go weak. Derek had made sure to kill everyone in the pack and she felt as though she was the only survivor left. She was running as fast as she could until she finally got to a safe place. She was so weak that she couldn't even get to the border. She had tried crossing it but decided to rest and didn't even care about the fact whether or not Derek found her. She was already feeling alone so she might as well join her parents.

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

No— He smiled in that sick, calculating way. And then the gunshot. And another. I couldn’t breathe. I sat frozen, my hands numb, knees locking as if standing was no longer an option. The news anchor continued. “Dominic Rossi is seen here in what experts confirm is a direct execution order involving two civilians—both later confirmed dead in an unsolved double homicide last year. Authorities believe this footage will lead to a nationwide investigation into—” The room faded. Not figuratively.

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.

Enough for me to think clearly. "Cross," I said. Both men looked at me. "Cross is a scientist," I said. "He created the Veil Compound. He created the poison that killed Sienna's baby. Creek hired him for both of those things." I looked at Marcus directly. "If someone ran secret medical tests on me, Cross is the most likely person who could have designed and interpreted those tests." Marcus was quiet for a moment. "Cross is under our protection. Under guard." "I know," I said. "I want to talk to him tonight."

Pretending nothing happened so the conflict would be swept under the rug—that had always been her way of dealing with our problems. I glanced at the bowl, which appeared to be Avgolemono soup. Again, I shook my head. The one who loved eggs in their soup had never been me. It was Luther. Besides, I was allergic to eggs. Even after six years, Willow couldn't remember that. I let out a quiet sigh and pushed the bowl away. My voice came out hoarse. "I'm not hungry." Willow's voice sharpened instantly. "What are you trying to pull this time, Skyler? Gosh, I'm sick of you!"

“Is this a booty call?” I grin, “no.” “Then it’s no point letting you in, is it?” “Let me in. It’s important.” She steps aside. I close the door behind me. “What’s going on?” she asks, voice thick. “Let’s go sit. I’ll put the coffee on.” “I don’t want damn coffee, why are you here Nico? What’s happened?” “Damon Cross is dead.” Her breath stops. She blinks several times. “Excuse me?”

He stared out at the city skyline, its glittering towers reflected in the glass walls around him. On the screen before him, the face of his intelligence officer flickered nervously. “Sir… the Shadow Division has been neutralized.” Kane’s jaw clenched. For a moment, the silence was suffocating. “Neutralized,” Kane repeated, his voice low and cold. “By who?” The officer swallowed hard. “The Cross boy. Ethan Cross. Reports indicate he and his associates defended the safehouse. Vance is confirmed KIA. Eleven others… dead.” The scotch glass cracked in Kane’s grip. He didn’t flinch as shards of crystal dug into his hand, blood trickling down his palm. His gaze, however, remained eerily calm.

Unable to endure the daily beatings, she had grabbed a knife and stabbed Alaric to death. The incident immediately hit the trending charts. When the police took Seraphina away, her eyes were hollow and lifeless. I didn’t even need to file a lawsuit anymore. As for Harold and Margaret, though physically unharmed, they had witnessed Seraphina’s crime. One succumbed to a heart attack from sheer fright; the other went insane. In the end, none of them escaped unscathed. They got exactly what they deserved. Once I settled all matters in the country, I boarded a plane with my parents and Isolde, leaving for our new homes.