First Alex Cross Novel Novels & Stories

Ava I smelled the poison the second Alex opened the bottle. I waited until he handed me the glass and looked at Max before making my move. I couldn’t believe it was happening again. Differently this time, but it was happening again. Alex was trying to kill me! He turned his back on me like the damn coward he was and that was his last mistake. In one swift move, I put the glass down to keep as proof and closed the gap between us. I heard his neck snap as though it wasn’t me doing it.

"Miss Hale. You are expected. This way." He led her through echoing hallways to the library. The room was vast, smelling of old leather, woodsmoke, and the kind of quiet that only comes from absolute power. A fire roared in the hearth, but it offered no true warmth, only a flickering, orange light that cast long, dancing shadows on the walls. Alfred Cross sat in a high-backed wingback chair. He looked like an aging hawk—sharp, observant, and entirely without mercy. He held a cane in one hand and a tumbler of dark amber liquid in the other.

“You moved fast, Mr. George. Faster than I expected.” Alex sat up. “Who is this?” “The Benefactor,” the voice said. Simple. No flourish. Alicia’s breath caught. “You’re not in Geneva,” Alex said. “You’re in Texas.” A small laugh. “You’re learning. Good. It will make this more interesting.” “What do you want?” Alicia asked. “What I’ve always wanted,” the voice said. “The Dickson line. Unbroken. Untainted. And you, Ms. Dickson, are trying to break it.”

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension. Characters in this book may display dark, immoral, or emotionally complex behaviors. This includes betrayal, manipulation, power struggles, violence, and intense romantic or physical relationships. The presence of these elements does not indicate that the author condones or promotes such actions in real life. They are included as part of the fictional experience, to explore the emotional and psychological impact of surviving in a dangerous and unpredictable world.

Samantha is making sure that her old pack is the first to experience her wrath. The next night, the warriors, witches, and several security technicians went to the Redwood Pack. This was the time to break through all barriers. Samantha was going to blow up their security centers first, then she was going to kill Alexi. She was the one that ruined her life because of her very existence.

I watched the two men standing in front of me before asking them; "What are your names?" "I am Luke and he is Alex" the first one said. "Okay which one of you will like to go first?" I asked in monotone After a moment of silence and none of them moving, Alex spoke up. "Me. I would like to go first" "Good. Luke please wait with Beta Matthews while I finish up here" As soon as he left, I turned to Alex who smiled smugly at me. I flashed him a bright smile before I started circling around him.

A low guttural growl vibrates from his chest and my stomach knots. He’s scented me. I’m officially dead now. This is the brutal Alpha. I’m as good as dead if I end up in his grasp. “How long are you going to hide in there?” His deep velvety voice is so terrifying that I tremble and feel my heart pound violently against my chest. Alpha Mason chuckles nervously and this is when I realise he is outside too. “I don’t understand, Alpha.” He says. “I’m not talking to you.” Alpha Rex growls. “I came here to hunt for the first time. I didn’t expect to find something good.”

Alex watched her sleeping and thought about their first meeting. Alex was walking in a hurry to catch the train when he was at his friend's village. He came there for some charity work and was about to head towards the school in that area. However, because of his father's call, he fell behind his friends and hurried to catch up to them. He noticed a girl coming from the other side with many books in her hand and tried to avoid bumping into her, but she came directly towards him. Losing balance because of the collision, both fell and books scattered on the floor.

An emotion I can't place flashes in his eyes upon realizing it's me he crashed into, but then he is back to his usual cold self. "Oh, it's you." He bends down to pick up my books, and my lips form a tight-lipped smile when he picks up the book named "How To Kill Like A Serial Killer" from the ground. I count the seconds it takes for Axel to read the title, and once his eyebrows shoot for the skies, I want to sink through the ground. The half-naked guy on the cover shares many physical attributes with him, and there is no mistaking the amused smirk covering his lips.