First Alex Cross Novel Novels & Stories

I argued. “You expect me to believe you’ve never wanted to know about your dominant half? You’re human too, Alex. Who’s to say you didn’t go searching for your human family and stumble upon a group of human wolf hunters?” “Because that doesn’t make any sense!” I blasted. “Who is your father, Alexandra? What human did your mother cheated on an Alpha with?” My breath caught in my throat. “I-I don’t know.” Nova leaned back in her chair. “The murders were gruesome and the killers are still out there. We recovered an axe.”

I went downstairs. The front door slammed open at 3 AM. Axel stumbled in. He wasn't just splattered; he was soaked. Deep, dark crimson stained his white silk shirt, his jaw, even the backs of his hands. The smell of copper and gunpowder hit me like a physical blow. "Em" "Don’t," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Is that your blood?" "No." "Then whose? How many of those twelve people did you look in the eye before you ended them?"

[Rosalynd] One moment I was standing next to Axel, ready to hear Michael’s news, and the next thing I know I am on the ground with Alexa looming above me, a claw at my throat. Her stale breath smells like old coffee and mint gum and the irises of her eyes are glowing red. It burns as her nail scrapes across my neck, drawing a thin line of blood. I don’t dare look, not wanting to break our gaze. “Alexa, stop this!” Axel screams. He tries to pull her off, but Alexa turns and growls, spit flying.

she said and Alex crouched down to her level. “So you are Chloe’s daughter, I heard you were my biggest fan,” he said and she nodded before taking out a book from her bag. It looked old and the title wasn’t clear. “I am indeed your fan, see…I even have the very first book you released,” she said and Alex’s smile increased. “That’s great, it's readers like you who make me continue my journey with excitement,” he said and Brianna took out the new books he just handed. “Why did you have to change your signature? The first one was good,” she said and Alex had a confused look.

He looked down on the cover and read the title: The Anthem of Lycanthropy. A werewolf fiction novel? Although confused, Axel still accepted the book from the boy. This was wasting a few minutes of his time that he could’ve used to figure out which European country to go to first but for sure, he’ll entertain Sky for a while only because it looked like he had a hard time gathering the confidence to knock his door and give him a book probably ridiculing their race. Axel sighed and was about to voice out his confusion when Sky spoke up. “I-I thought the storyline was somewhat familiar to someone you value, Alpha. I... just wanted you to read it and uhm, see for yourself,” he said, his voice sha

Now, it looked like a cage where two monsters had been let loose. Aaron’s jaw clenched so hard I thought I heard the bone pop. “Alpha,” he said cautiously. “Aaron,” Rowan answered. I stepped forward, folding my arms loosely like I wasn’t barefoot in a stranger’s territory, like I hadn’t just tried to beat their Supreme Alpha senseless with a serving tray. "The Alpha," I told him politely, "is a kidnapping, controlling, murder-loving son of a bitch who is dead the second I get the chance to put him underground."

One eye had been gouged out, leaving behind a crisscross shaped scar. "Hey now, let's talk about this." Alex said. "We could be friends." The zombie like human lunged at her. He raised his rusted chipped machete over his head and let out the most horrible yowling sound Alex had ever heard, making her jump. She extended the crowbar in a quick slash, sending Crisscross sprawling, turning the howl into a yelp of pain.?A barrage of daggers followed after him, hitting him solidly.

The maid knocked and disappeared before an answer could be heard from the otherside. I didn’t wait. I pushed the door open, my hand clutching the weapon inside my coat. “Ahh Mr Cruz.” He stood up from behind his desk, his hand hovering over the piece to the side of him, anticipating my next move. “I was wondering when I would be seeing you again.” He snarled at me. I paced forward, pulling my nine millimetre from my coat, pointing it directly at his forehead. Simultaneously, Luciano matched my movements, the shimmering metal in his hand was focused on me.