Human Cross Sans Novels & Stories

“Yes. And you should keep quiet.” “Alright, alright.” He said, lifting his hands in surrender. I looked back at his wound and focused again. Cross tensed and sucked in air painfully, the moment my power flowed through him. Slowly, the torn skin began to knit itself back together. After a few seconds, the bleeding stopped. Then, the wound closed entirely, leaving behind only a faint scar. When I pulled my hand away, I noticed Cross staring—first at his side, then at me, then back again. His eyes were wide with disbelief.

Everyone present was stunned into place. It felt unreal-like something straight out of a movie. Scarlett lowered her leg and turned her cold gaze back to Julian. For the first time, fear crept into his expression. He instinctively took a step back, a chill running down his spine. After a few seconds, he forced out a laugh. "Impressive. Really impressive. Didn't expect you to have skills like that. But so what?" His tone turned vicious. "I'm a Cross. My uncle runs the family. What-do you actually dare touch me?"

Pretending nothing happened so the conflict would be swept under the rug—that had always been her way of dealing with our problems. I glanced at the bowl, which appeared to be Avgolemono soup. Again, I shook my head. The one who loved eggs in their soup had never been me. It was Luther. Besides, I was allergic to eggs. Even after six years, Willow couldn't remember that. I let out a quiet sigh and pushed the bowl away. My voice came out hoarse. "I'm not hungry." Willow's voice sharpened instantly. "What are you trying to pull this time, Skyler? Gosh, I'm sick of you!"

said another. Dev sat around the living room with his mother and the Saxenas. He kind of felt nervous. One, ever since he could remember, Rajan Saxena, a retired NRI, was never-so-friendly looking. With his haphazard smile, close-cut hair, square jaw and stony face, he looked more like a retired cop than an NRI. Dev dared not look at him. He feared that Rajan with his black, beady eyes could see right through him and access his deepest, dirtiest secrets, one that only he knew.

When Nicholas returned to the rental house where I had lived, he stared straight at the pile of newspapers on the ground. The dust all over seemed to be telling him how much time had passed here, and that no one had ever been here during that time. "Astrid... No, you wouldn't die..." His voice trembled as he slowly reached out and lifted a corner of the newspaper. A small, dried bloodstain appeared beneath it. "Ah!" Nicholas's legs gave way as he fell to the ground. He no longer dared to lift the remaining newspapers. He seemed to have stopped breathing as he stared blankly without any color on his face. What he had been afraid of and had always refused to believe had come true.

I kept my eyes on the ring of me wished I hadn't. Of course, my inner Six's number one fan would have a different story to tell. He was dressed in shorts and sneakers fixing the ropes or something of a sort, but I was preoccupied with watching his back muscles flex with every move he made. Yes, he was shirtless in all his glory, and by God, I don't think normal human beings look like this. There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back.

I hope I got that right. - Yes, you did. Will smiled and then drank. - May we continue? Will nodded his head to Peter. - I will go undercover, no questions asked. I'm an illegal trader passing through New York. - That's it. Give me daily reports on what you find out. No hurry. The important thing is to get to Canino. Daryl's codename made Morgana's shoulders twitch. 'Damn it!'

I took too much wolfsbane to get my mate out of my head and now I’m paying the price. I’m healing at the rate of a human, which is not really at all, I’ve lost too much blood, and I feel dizzy by the time I make it back to my truck. The girl is nowhere to be found at least, but I get more than one stare from a drunk couple in the parking lot. I’m now shirtless, choosing to use the fabric to wrap around my arm to help staunch the wound, and bathed in blood. I ignore their asking if I’m alright, and talk of calling an ambulance, and tear out of the parking lot in a blaze of smoke and burnt rubber.

He was wearing a black hoodie that covered half of his face, a jeans trouser, sunglasses that were completely unnecessary for someone inside a supermarket. "Rana? Rana!" That familiar voice beamed happiness and he embraced me tightly, resulting in a startled squeak from me. I was scared at the guessed bad guy. "Who the hell are you?" I managed to shove him off, drew my eyebrows into a pissed frown, "that voice, it's familiar." I muttered with, nodding my head in approval but really perplexed at the fact that my brain wasn't waking up to recall it. "It's me," he looked around for a while then took off his glasses and raised his hoodie a little bit to show the glorious face of my one and only,

'd using distortion to save that guy's life? Xanne: (Now standing behind Kimora as he noticed something a bit different about the counter and instinctively he pulled his hand back the swung forward, after a moment of feeling his hand connect with to him was a pleasurable situation he heard a quiet scream, then felt a bloodlust that could only be described as murderous) Hey, hey! Now I understand you might be upset about me sampling the goods without payment but I can't even fully see you, just an outline and...(Reaching forward to grab her chest as he speaks) damn you are packing some HEAT under that d-! (Before he can complete the sentence Xanne is sent flying out of the shop with his nose