Deadly Cross Novels & Stories

“We need a minute with him. Wait in the car.” Cassian looked between us, jaw tight, then nodded once and walked out through the glass doors. The four of us followed at a slower pace and stopped on the quiet stretch of pavement beside the building where the afternoon light fell without interruption. Dante studied me for a long moment and asked the only question that mattered. “Did you kill him?” I met his eyes without blinking and answered in the same even tone I used for every report. “Yes.” Lucien let out a short breath and shook his head. “Of course you did.”

Glowing eyes? Suddenly, crossing this questionable bridge seems like a great idea considering the alternative. No sleeping in the woods and being mauled by wild animals for me, thank you very much. “He died?” Brynn’s face crumples. “I’m sorry.” “Thanks.” “I don’t know why I’m here.” She wraps her arms around herself. “This place is so not safe.” “Why do you say that?” The carriage is rocking as we cross the bridge, and one glance down at the frothing water below makes me wish I hadn’t looked.

The once joyous ceremony had morphed into a scene of unimaginable horror. "Ra - fael!" Hazel's lips trembled as she knelt beside him, her hands stained with the evidence of the tragedy. In her desperate attempt to comprehend the nightmare unfolding, she looked around and realized the brutality extended beyond Rafael. The priest, the congregation — everyone laid on the floor, victims of a senseless act of violence. Her white dress now echoed the crimson tragedy that had unfolded. The sacred space had become a blood-soaked tableau of despair. As Hazel clung to Rafael's motionless form, tears streamed down her face, merging with the blood that stained her trembling hands.

But somewhere in all of this, I began to notice how much more it was becoming. It wasn’t until one particularly dangerous mission that I felt the full weight of our connection. We had been sent into the heart of a heavily infected zone to retrieve some critical data, and we found ourselves face to face with a horde of zombies. It was a close call, one that nearly cost us everything.

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

On the day of our wedding, my fiance's best friend, Penny Lynd, showed me a video, smiling as she said, "Hey, Lydia. I've already educated Aron for you. He's now a real stud, so enjoy!" I felt my breath leaving my lungs as they made love in the video, while Aron Quaker laughed, clapping her shoulder. "Where did you get that AI video? I only took your clothes off that one time." While he was laughing without a care, I felt like I'd just fallen into an abyss. Seeing me lose my cool, Penny laughed out loud too. "There! I knew it would upset Lydia! She's so dumb that she can't even tell that it's an AI video—and a bet's a bet! Starting today, we will be married for three days." It was only t

“I won’t—I won’t ask again—” “You won’t,” Marcus agreed. The word landed like a door slamming shut. Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Suffocating. The morning traffic continued around them, but it felt distant, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them on that crosswalk. Marcus leaned in just enough that his voice dropped even lower—private, dangerous, the kind of calm that promised worse things if ignored. “I could make you disappear,” he said evenly. “And no one would ask questions.”

The blame rests entirely upon my actions. His arms tightened around me. Against my hair he murmured the words, "No, it’s not." My attempts to halt the progression proved futile. The sensation of it taking place reached my awareness. That spiraling sensation. The oppressive burden suffocates and compresses. The event extended beyond her mere passing. This event marked his demise as well. The memories returned with relentless force, sweeping through my consciousness as an unyielding tidal surge. An additional firearm discharge occurred. Another friend gone. A lifeless body rests at my feet.

“To end someone’s life?” “Sometimes,” Eton said after a moment. “But most people I killed were scums so I didn’t lose sleep over it. Besides, I worked for the SRL at the time, so the kills were perfectly legal.” For some reason, his tone turned almost mocking at the word ‘legal.’ “SRL?” Kaia asked. “The Federal Security Service,” Eton clarified. “Oh?” Kaia asked. “Yes.” “Is this where you know the President from?” Kaia asked.

"Haven't heard of them either" "Well its time you learn, because recently we discovered they're not all as wiped out as we thought, and the only known way one can kill them, is for a paladin knight to drive his sword through its chest..." Alister said. Danté still found the paladin story a little hard to believe "I think the Cross can deal with them, I only need to return there and warn them" This time Villa slapped the table "You've been blinded Danté! The Cross is part of this Nosferatu band! Didn't you even realise!?"