Have You Tried Crossing Over Yet Novels & Stories

"The tear should be in the centre of this city. But reaching it means crossing through this overlap zone." Jamie's eyes began glowing brighter. The infection responds to proximity to the tear. His whole body started trembling. "It is close," he gasped. "The tear is right there in the city centre. I can feel it pulling at me." "How do we cross?" Ryder demanded. "Walking through that overlap will kill us." "Not kill exactly," Jamie said. His voice was changing. Taking on harmonics that did not sound human. "But you will be changed. Exposed to both dimensions at once."

Cesare’s voice came sharp now. “Rosette, you’ve got ninety seconds before this place locks down.” “Then I don’t need more than that.” My fingers moved fast. Precise. Focused. Because this— This was the only thing that mattered. The Interference The panel flickered. Denied. “Genetic override required,” the system responded. Of course. I smiled faintly. “They really thought this through.” Blake stepped closer. “Can you break it?” “Yes.” A pause. “But not the way they expect.”

I'd peacefully coasted through several years like this, but recently Grandmother had started pushing me to meet this wife I'd never seen. I knew it was because of Noah's presence in my life now, and he needed a mother. "I'll make arrangements, Grandmother." I answered curtly, hoping to end this unpleasant conversation. "Don't drag your feet anymore, Caspar. The contract period is almost up—you should at least meet her once." Dorothy's tone brooked no argument. "I'll handle it." I ended the call, rubbing my temples as I recalled last night's hotel situation. The aftereffects of my previous poisoning had suddenly flared up, forcing me to switch to a quiet suite for some rest.

he says slowly, “…or do I have to start over?” My pulse spikes. Start over? Before I can answer, the hallway light flickers. The TV glitches. And from somewhere deeper in the apartment A phone starts ringing. “What ?” My mind blanks out mid-thought. No, wait. This is this is actually “God, yes…” The excitement slips out of me before I can stop it. Too honest. Too loud in my own head. “You have to redo it,” I blurt, words tumbling faster now. “I need them connected. Like a set. If they’re separated, they won’t count as three, they’ll just be just be random pieces and that defeats the whole point ”

"Watch." He leaned over my shoulder completely now, his weight pressing against my back. I held my breath, terrified to move, terrified of how fast my heart was thumping against my ribs. He brought the pen down to the page, crossing out my title with three heavy ink lines. Right below it, in bold, aggressive strokes, he wrote: The Psychology of Forbidden Attraction. I stared at the words. "Are you crazy? I can’t present that with your sister."

“That, I don’t really know. Maybe it won’t be too much of an issue with proper care and education, maybe not. But you might have to keep that risk in mind if you get grandkids and great-grandkids who are a little more adventurous. Because, the thing is, most hybrids were treated so bad that it was hard to find specimens that turned right. Most that were sane, bred with no more that one other specie.” I nodded. “I guess it’s pretty serious if you’re thinking of kids so much,” he said. “She sees them,” I said. “In visions.” “Oh,” he said. “Plus, we’re getting married, so—.” “Well, congrats.” “Yeah, well I could have waited a bit for this.” I rubbed at my shin. “Not ready?” “More like too busy.

I don’t like the sound of that. I sigh and tentatively ask, “So, what can we do to fix the problems? Or is there anything that we can do to fix it?” A crease forms across his forehead as he glances at Jimmy. “The elders are working on it, but for now, we will have to try and keep them separated. Maybe Jimmy can fix whatever is wrong on his own. Jimmy and Tommy will have the highest possibility of actually mating if Jimmy’s scent smells sweet to Tommy, too.”

"Time to cross the needles. You ready?" "As I will ever be," Purl muttered, bringing his needles closer to Tarsi's. The sparks were huge and he had to squint against the light being thrown off. Tarsi was visibly shivering as he took a step closer. "Does the handbook say if we actually crisscross our needles or are we supposed to just harness each other's power with them? I can't remember. We haven't actually ever had to do this past the practice drills." "No touching," Purl replied, gritting his teeth to keep the needles from flying into each other.

Watching my mate in so much pain and terror, nearly wrecked me, and I knew I had to do something. I couldn’t just sit by and let her suffer, I could feel her fear through the mating bond. I’d heard rumors growing up among the pack that not only could mates sense each other’s strong emotions through the bond, that it was also possible to conscientiously share emotions too. I didn’t think it was going to work, especially because my mate was too young to fully feel the bond, and because she is human, but I knew I had to try. So, I used a calming technique my stepmother Iris taught me back when I was at the height of puberty and learning to control my merge with my wolf, to open myself up to con

“Since you haven’t gotten pregnant after spending all this time with my brother, I'm suggesting that we should try mating. Your body might not have a problem but you might not be compatible with him, anyways, there's no harm in us giving it a try, right?” Prince Darius suggested as he looked directly at me without any shame.