Human Cross Sans Novels & Stories

She crossed her arms over her chest and stood glaring at him. She wanted to play it this way, did she? Fine. He dumped the clothes on the pallet and glared back. Removing his sage green Henly, he bared his broad, well-muscled chest and arms. He let her take in his clan's distinctive wolf tattoo covering his left shoulder. Runes of protection adorned his impressive torso, climbing up from the flat plains of his stomach to the slabs of hardened muscle covering his ribs. As he dropped the shirt to the ground, he saw the hint of her pink tongue come out to moisten her lips.

It wasn’t my heart that had issues for fuck’s sake. “Ahhh, so what would you call it.” Cross humored me. He was having wine. He was done with his patients for the day but didn’t take alcohol because he hadn’t signed out of work. He was a stickler for the rules. “I promised she wouldn’t die. I didn’t bring her here to die.” “So that ashen look on your face is just because you don’t want to break a promise. Nice.” Cross drowned the rest of his drink down his throat.

River asked Jane curiously. "Because young master Spawn had an accident before because of the flower base in his room." There was a tinge of hesitation in Jane's answer. River was even more confused by Jane's short answer so she asked again. "What accident could probably have happened to him, Jane? I mean, what kind of accident?" River asked, more confused. "It's because, when Master Spynx got angry with Spawn. He accidentally threw a flower base at young master Spawn's head, where he suffered a big wound and stayed in the hospital for several months because he was in a coma." Jane answered as if feeling nervous.

They should be on the cover of a magazine, not on a construction site. Walker looks like he belongs here. He's taller than everyone, with broad shoulders and more muscles than even Ryan and Alex, but with a rough, rugged look that fits this setting. He has dark brown hair with strands lightened by the Sun to a caramel color. It's long and flows past his shoulders in waves, and loose beach curls when it's down, though it's usually up when he's on the work site. He has a full dark beard that's kept neatly trimmed above his lips, and grows longer as it reaches his chin. His dark tan, muscular chest has a spread of hair that fades just before it reaches the collar.

It was odd but something deep inside Duncan told him he could trust this man. “I’m a rogue.” forced Duncan, swallowing, his throat feeling raw and scratchy. “I know.” said the man turning away from Duncan and pouring him some water from a jug. Duncan blinked as the man turned away from him and he saw the back of his shirt. On the back of what looked like a perfectly normal white dress shirt was a large red cross, the horizontal bar was directly across the middle of the vertical one and each ‘leg’ of the cross flared out at the ends. Before Duncan could ask anything, the man turned back around and handed him the glass of water. As he took the glass Duncan saw strange tattoos on the man hands,

The Lighten coughs in blood trying to resist from the five beings. “This is hilarious! He really thinks he can still live after this.” Matteo grab the Lighten’s head and let him see the battlefield. “See?” The southern borders is covered with blood and corpses of the defeated battalion. The sand is all red, dark, and stinky. The battle has almost ended and the sight has brought pleasure to the victorious squad. “See?’’ “c-Cr-cro-crossbr-…crossbreeds…I-“ Matteo strikes him to death with his sharp stone mold. “That ends it here.”, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten.

Cass walked out into the main space, a cleared area about thirty feet square, surrounded by spectators placing bets, drinking, smoking, creating a wall of noise and testosterone. And in the opposite corner stood Dominic Cross. He was even more intimidating in person. Shirtless, wearing only fight shorts, his body was a roadmap of violence, scars on his ribs, his shoulders, his face. His nose had been broken multiple times. His knuckles were thick and gnarled from years of impact. But his eyes...dark and intense.....were what caught Cass's attention. They studied her with the focus of a predator sizing up prey. And despite the fact that she was about to fight this man, despite the danger he r

I rubbed my hands on my face and just stared at the news. A kidnapping-murder incident just happened here in Santa Rosa Highway. A man was killed and 4 people has been kidnapped. According to the witnesses who is in this area right here where the incident happened, five men who wear black masks to cover up their faces took two girls and the three men who rides in that van.

I was nearly pushed down several times, but he just watched coldly. Harsh laughter and contempt filled my ears. Victor even stepped onto the stage and picked up the microphone. "As the brand representative of Ethereal Jewelry, I announce the termination of our collaboration with Claire Webb. I hope every designer follows professional ethics. Plagiarism is just shameful!" The spotlight created a halo around him, making him look like some divine figure. Emma gazed at him adoringly. All I could hear was him announcing that I was to be blacklisted across the industry. I couldn't take in anything else.

Her eyes widen slightly, fear flickering through them for the first time. “No,” I whisper, my fingers tightening. “Now, I win.” With one sharp tug, the chain snaps. Serena lets out a guttural scream as I throw the necklace to the ground and crush it under my boot. A horrifying wail echoes through the room, and then— Her body collapses inward, skin wrinkling at an unnatural speed, her bones turning brittle and grey. And then, before our eyes, Serena crumbles into dust, her form vanishing into nothing.