Novel & Cerita Double Crossed

Hope suddenly flared in my chest, and I straightened. "What?" I asked quickly. Desperately. But the look on her face made my heart sink, and my shoulders sag. I'd hoped too soon. "It is called the Crossing," she said. "And my child, it is dangerous." "How dangerous?" Zephyr asked. Her eyes shifted to him, then back to me. "The Crossing is when your soul travels beyond the veil, to the realm of spirits. A place between life and death. Between soul and flesh. The curse is tethered to your womb by unnatural means. To undo it… is to face it from the inside. Spirit to spirit."

I set the halves on the counter, crouching low to plant my index finger on the sphere and bring it to my face, dark pits swirling in my stomach. Fucking hell… For the first time in my life, being right doesn't relieve me. It buries me whole and fills my lungs with so much sand that my next breath comes out strangled. “Cross…” Nina's voice is low now, so low, “what is that?” To the human eye, it's nothing. A tiny steel circle that can be swept under any rug. But to a Cross…this was… “It's a tracker…with an inbuilt mic.” Just like the ones he used to find mom the first time she ran away, and the second, and…

My only saving grace was that the door was wide open, so I doubted he’d try anything. “Are you ok Miss Cross?” he questioned. Something clicked for me. “How do you know my name?” “It’s on the register,” he replied. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Except it says Hunt on the register.” He scratched the back of his neck, bringing my attention to his delicious arms. “Lucky guess?” There was something strange going on here, but I ignored it as I smirked, walking up to him. “Mr Cage whose full name I don’t know, you’re coming off as a stalker right now.”

Xavier typed swiftly, "What are you playing at again?" He'd only just hit "send" when he realized there was only one tick at the bottom of the text bubble. Stiffening, he sent the text again, only for a single tick to register. He'd been blocked. Heart sinking, Xavier felt a wave of uneasiness crash over him. He dialed Serena's number. "Sorry, the number you have dialed doesn't exist." He called a dozen times more, but the same cold, mechanical voice greeted him each time.

" He accelerated. The engine roared, eating up the desolate miles. I touched the pocket of my cargo pants. The notebook was still there. The Valravn, I thought. They know the terrain. They are probably watching us right now. I scanned the tree line. Nothing but gray bark and snow. But I knew better. Predators didn't let themselves be seen until it was too late. THE CROSSING Dead Man's Drop was a geological scar a massive ravine that separated the pack territories from the unregulated North. A single bridge spanned the gap. It was an old steel truss structure, rusted and groaning in the wind. Damian stopped the truck at the entrance to the bridge. "Checkpoint," he said, pointing ahead. There

There laying on the ground was a small wooden cross. Shana gasped in horror. The crucifix was covered in fresh cuts and was cracked in half. Her heart was racing and breathing became harder. Shana couldn't take her eyes off of it. Shana felt faint and started coughing. She leaned forward clutching her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Yet this act of power did nothing to deter the mindless pawns that were closing in. "Nature's Cross" James chanted. His stance was inch perfect, his technique exceptional. The result? A Nature's Cross that put his practice cross to shame. Twice as big as the one he conjured earlier, and at least three times faster, the magnificent sword lights rushed towards two of the unfortunate pawns, intent on being the platform for their crucifixion. *BANG* The cross exploded loudly, having successfully impaled two of his assailants, and leaving a large dent in the ground, proof of its power. James panted loudly, his eyes were beginning to fail him. His steps faltered as he slightly bent over, exhausted

“Here I was, planning to be nice.” “You’re never nice without a reason,” I said, squinting. “What are you plotting, Cross?” He leaned in slightly, and I hated that my heart noticed. I leaned beside him, trying to stay cool even though our shoulders were dangerously close. Too close. “Okay, fine,” he said, holding up his hands. “I may have a tiny idea. Like microscopic.” He held his fingers barely apart. “Spill,” I said, arms crossed. “Let’s hear how microscopic it really is.”

“That’s n---“ “It is, why do you think he was so mad earlier? Cross said he is a jealous freak and I made a mistake earlier. I shouldn’t have provoked him.” I explained. Owning up to my own mistake and saying it out loud made me feel good about myself. I realized that my life might be complicated but I was making it worse for myself. “I don’t know what to say, I have never heard of something like that. How can you have two mates? Those two don’t get along at all? Our packs never get along. It’s not my place to tell but you should know. They are foes.”

It's not going to work. Cross is right. We've checked all the assets Gil's got, but even half of his debt won't get covered. I'm already pretty annoyed. I got up from my chair, leaving Cross and Joshua. He called my name a few times, but I ignored him. I don't want to hear anything. It's the first time I've met someone who doesn't even find my pheromones annoying. Cross-reactions are excessive. It doesn't mean I'm going to marry that kid anyway. Damn it.