Deadly Cross Novels & Stories

Nico stepped out and rounded the car to stand beside him. Nero’s honey eyes swept the scene, and when they landed on the hunched figure hanging before him, his lips curved into the faintest, most dangerous of smirks. Before him , was one of his own men— stripped, gutted, and nailed to a wooden cross that was painted red in what looked and smelled an awful lot like blood. The cross was erected crudely by the roadside like a spectacle for all to see. The almost decapitated body swayed under the weight of death, the stench of blood— heavy, metallic, and impossible to ignore.

"Single gunshot, close range. Looks like Cross decided a loose end talking to his own people was more dangerous than a loose end feeding him information." "He's cleaning house," I said quietly. "He's panicking," Marcus corrected. "Which is worse. Panicking men make mistakes, but they also make desperate moves that get people killed in the process." I ended the call and sat with the news for a moment, aware of Sera watching me, waiting. "Reyes is dead," I said finally. "Cross killed him. Probably to make sure he couldn't be pressured into testifying against him." Something moved across her face, complicated, grief and fear tangled together for a man who had betrayed us both. "He was still one

“I’m here. Talk.” Crowe smiled, the expression twisting something ugly across his face. “Straight to business. Fine. Your precious Damien Cross murdered his own brother.” The words landed like a slap. I kept my face neutral, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” He paced slowly across the stage, gun glinting under the light. “Jacob Cross was going to expose Damien’s early dealings—the ones that built that empire of his. Dirty money. Smuggling routes. When Jacob threatened to go public, Damien had him killed during that ‘botched robbery.’ Made it look clean. I have witnesses. Bank records. Everything.”

He pleaded. "That's not how it works. Tell me what you have heard about me in the streets? What did people warn you about when it came to making deals with me?" "They said never to cross the Deadly one, to do so-" he paused, shaking his head. "To do so would be a death sentence to not only you but your family. But I didn't think I couldn't pay you back. I was one win away from getting it all back. I can get it all back." I let out a low chuckle.

"Nicholas, you lunatic! You said you wanted to marry me, yet you did this to me!" "I was originally going to marry Astrid..." Nicholas murmured before the dagger pierced her chest the very next second. "Don't worry. None of those who hurt her... will escape..." Madison's soul had just left her body when she saw me in the corner. "Astrid, you, you've been here all along!" Terrified, she panicked, but Death took her away before she could escape.

Dylan walked gently towards Chelsea, staring intently at her with disbelief in his eyes. Not that he didn't believe her report. No, he disbelieved the fact that a person in his or her right thinking senses would dare to rape someone in a hotel in Miami. Worse still, that the person would think of doing it to a staff of Cross Enterprises. And at the apex of that, even to his Chief Assistant. Whether as the Pope in the underworld or as Dylan Cross in the regular society, he was a colossal force that even the wildest of tigers dared not provoke. It was public knowledge that those who crossed Dylan Cross ended up devastated or destroyed.

"You are my little goddess! You are the goddess of spell!" In tears, she closed her eyes, and began using her final spell at Krulisa. "I, Catherine Cross, daughter of Hector and Victoria Cross, the goddess of spell, curse you with the spell of death! You will die just like you killed every innocent soul out there. Your own people will betray you. And when a war arises, you will perish once and for all! The moment you lay your hands on the last immortal heart, you will face DEATH!" Krulisa raised her sword again. And finally, pierced it though Catty's chest again.

“All units, report in. Perimeter status.” “Perimeter secure, sir,” a voice crackles back. “No movement.” “Good. Double the watch on the back fence. Cross is coming tonight. When he arrives, I want him alive. The others are expendable. Especially the girl and her sister.” “Understood.” I release the button and lean back. My mind drifts to my father again the old man who built this family only to watch it crumble under Damien Cross. He died cursing that name. I swore I would finish what he started.

Chapter 133 Dante’s POV General Harlan Cross did not go quietly. That was the one thing I had expected and the one thing that still somehow surprised me when it happened. Men like Cross never believed the walls were actually closing until the walls were touching their shoulders. Even then they looked for gaps. There were no gaps.

Carter braced himself for impact, watching the stick come down toward his skull in what felt like painfully slow motion. Dallas tore free of the elders all at once, ripping the grey-haired one's grip clean off his throat and throwing the other two aside, already shouting, already running. "Stay the hell away from him—" But he never made it there. Because halfway across the throne room, the old man suddenly clutched at his own chest, gasping and choking for breath. His eyes rolled back white; the walking stick fell from his hand and skittered across the marble. And then the mighty Alpha Aurelius Cross collapsed to the floor, dead.