Human Cross Sans Novels & Stories

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

In fact, he slowly took off his mask, revealing the smile on his face. If Felix had been there, he would have understood why Santhor had to wear that mask. Aside from the birthmark on his forehead, there was another huge birthmark on the right side of his face. It made his face look distorted and ugly. "Xena Summers, the goddess of war, right? I've wanted to meet you for a long time. Getting to witness you call a stranger 'honey' and act all cutesy right in front of me? That alone makes dying worth it," Santhor remarked.

Nathan is here. But at the same time she was nervous. How would he see me when there are so many people in here? I need to get close to him. With that thought in mind Hilda approached Rex looking at him with her big round eyes. "Mr. Rex, How about we join him up there. After all, you are the heir to the Cross family business. You have billions to your name so..." Rex frowned. I am not sure. Who hasn't heard of Nathan's ruthlessness. In the big four, He was known for his swift and silent kills that left no bloodstains and traces. But if there was any blood stains, those were the blood of his dead kills.

Moving to join them outside, I took my sword from its sheath. "Who sent you guys and what do you want from us?" Xavier asked, his voice deep and thundering as he slashed his sword on that of the bald hybrid. "It's none of your business," Came from the voice of the bald hybrid whose name was Cain Logan. He had this large cross mark on his forehead and he looked as though he was blind. "What if I show you your place and teach your mouth how to do its function." I questioned as I took Xavier's place, thrusting my sword toward Cain and trying to jab him in the chest.

“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.”

He didn’t trust anybody to do it right according to him. Croix has his shirt removed showing his olive toned skin matted with ink. He is a big man with wide shoulders and an impressive build even compared to his other friends except Sigh who looks just like him in build. He has slick abs and a defined V-line that disappears into the black baggy trousers that hang low on his hips.

I'm a bit all over the place mentally right now. Dhurudatta family sons were pretty talented. Cross isn't into physical fights, but he's got a reputation for being calm under pressure and good with weapons. He's not usually one to fight with his bare hands. I'm the middle child. I'd rather fight with my bare hands and don't like guns. There was this one Dhurudatta son that everyone was afraid of, and his name was Joshua. He's a pretty solid hand-to-hand fighter, and he's got a good head on his shoulders. He's also pretty good with weapons. On top of that, Joshua is also pretty famous for being super skilled with an ax. Yeah, he's good at cutting people into pieces. If Cross is a cold-blooded

Henry was Venita's father's name while Susan was the mother's name. Nothing. Silence. I was still searching deep to awaken my wolf using everything that I had in me. I couldn't self-inflict pain because my body was restrained. I needed to trigger someone in here to hurt me so I could snap. I might not be able to turn because of the situation of the building but, I was physically strong to fight as many as possible. I was also searching for Cross. I hadn't seen him anywhere. Sasha could actually turn despite being surrounded by everything meant to subdue us. She was really a rare case. Was there a way I could reach her?