Human Cross Sans Novels & Stories

she croaked tauntingly. Xander got enraged to the core, shifting into his huge beast. This time, his speed and power were at their peak. Fire seemed to be roaming around him, and there were red pairs of wings spreading out from his back. He grew in size and all his muscles popped out. His eyes were burning like a lake of fire. "You are another hybrid from Lena's pack, too?" I saw the fear in Diane's eyes as she muttered those words, fluttering her eyes as she rested on Xander.

Thomas snapped the screen off, his swagger inflating further. "You heard me?" he said. "Remove the old man and the mutant. Ban them from the mall permanently." The boutique manager maintained perfect courtesy but stood firm. "Sir, do you even realize who you're speaking to?" Thomas faltered for a split second, his suspicious gaze flicking toward me. The photo had shaken me to my core, but I stepped forward, my voice like ice. "Say it again. Who is your girlfriend?"

“The scariest part about disappearance isn’t the silence–it’s how quickly everyone learns to live with it.” HOSEA The red in my vision is slowly clearing. Xavier stands there right before me, arms wide, grinning like some comic book villain who’s missed his cue. Same haircut, same scuffed prefect badge, same untouchable confidence. My hands clench and unclench before I ball them into fists. “You think that’s funny?” “Actually? Yeah,” he says, still chuckling. “Figured you’d clock me quicker, you’re getting slow.”

Before she could see more clearly, he turned and walked away. He had resisted. Heather couldn't believe it. Disappointment flooded through her. As she left, she defiantly removed her bra and stuffed it into the crack of his sofa. After returning home, Heather took a shower and then lay down on the bed, holding a small mirror in her hand. She spread her legs, gazing down at the reflection in the mirror. It was clean, soft, and pink, with a small berry tattoo on one side that carried a mix of sensuality and innocence.

I'll be me. Free. Radiant. Alive. Lara Leone.

“That was definitely not me, but you have nothing to worry about.” “What happened?” “Why don’t you do into the bathroom and check it out. It seems the Moon Goddess has bestowed another gift on the golden boy.” Keion got up and went to the en suite bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he saw nothing different. You have to take off your shirt, son, his father laughed. So he did, and as he stood there, his dad appeared in the doorway. Staring at his chest, Keion saw the odd shaped scar along his ribs, but he also saw a light line down the middle of his chest that had never been there before. It almost glowed, as if there was a light shining out of his body.

Xander said, pointing towards the door as he mistakenly exposed his bandaged wrists making the smirk on Enzo's face fall. "What's that?" Lorenzo asked with a grim expression. "None of your business," Xander grumbled, immediately dropping his hands. "What. Is. That ?," Enzo asked firmly. His hazel eyes shone with concern like he already knew what happened. " Well...the usual, Mr. Cross showcased his stupidity again and slit his wrist," Zion answered, his topaz eyes gleaming with anger. " Damn! Are you stupid or what? I thought you'd be over that by now!!," Enzo yelled angrily.

So Sane knew that it was really good, and he would really scare his ass off. His breathing was fast and ragged as they entered the pitch black room. He was trying to make sense of his surroundings as he was familiar with the audiovisual room where the booth was being held. He even saw it getting decorated so he was trying to convince himself that he had already seen the place. However, it was pitch black, and he could barely see anything. Sane didn’t want to hold onto anyone, especially Seleen because he was afraid that he’d startle her again, but as the beating of his heart was already becoming unbearable, he grabbed Haniel’s arm instead.

I sat up and instinctively reached for the wound on my chest. "That's... impossible." The gash that should have been fatal was completely healed — as if the blade had never touched me. But the amethyst pendant had cracked down the middle. "Stop poking at it. You're fine. If it weren't for my charm, you'd be dead. And don't forget — you owe me. A lot." The Witch was at her usual station, tinkering with potions, the heavy scent of herbs filling the room.

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"