Killer Cross Over Novels & Stories

"Nothing to do with me? Did I hear that right? Addison, you were meant to be mine. But instead, you joined forces with Tucker and betrayed me. "I'll make both of you pay for destroying my life!" Without warning, he pulled a knife from inside his jacket. His bloodshot eyes locked on me as he staggered forward. "Once you're dead, Tucker won't be under your spell anymore! He'll finally stop coming after me! Once you're gone, everything can return to how it was!" Just as his knife came down, the restroom door slammed open. Tucker appeared in the doorway, his eyes aflame with rage. He radiated the air of a true apex predator. The very air around us seemed to freeze.

The hall erupts into movement-some Alphas leaving immediately, others clustering to talk in heated groups. The conservative bloc looks furious but outnumbered now. Kael turns to me, his hands framing my face. “Breathe, oatmeal. Just breathe.” I realize I’ve been holding my breath. I let it out in a shaky exhale. “You were going to start a war.” “Without hesitation.” His eyes are still gold, still fierce. “You think I’d let them bind you? After everything we’ve been through?” “Even if I’m a clone-” “You’re not a clone.” His voice is absolute. “Cross is lying. I don’t know why or how, but she’s lying. And we’re going to prove it.”

How greatly I was wrong. One of the wolves shifted into his beast form and lurched at me. I barely saw his silhouette in the dark clouds surrounding me. Unluckily for him, I had spent more than a few hours training blindfolded. I closed my eyes and strengthened my other senses. I swung my dagger. The blade met instant resistance, and I knew that I was about to cut through my enemy's flesh and bones. I didn't hesitate. I inserted all the strength I had, and as I heard the howl of agony, I knew that my cut was lethal. A few swift movements later, two more attackers were dead, but then an icy chill licked my spine…

Kate groaned in anger. “Wow, a doctor and a hacker too. This guy must be a real genius.” Mr. Gray looks truly impressed by it. “No, no. It feels too imaginary for the killer to be both a doctor and a hacker. I think he has an accomplice.” Stefan said, hearing Mr. Gray’s remarks. “Anyways, what about the kidnapping? Did you find out how he kidnapped his victims?” Mr. Anderson asked Kate who was now opening another file on the PC. “The last scene where all the victims were seen was inside some high-class bar in the VIP room. Apparently, there is no camera inside the VIP rooms.” Kate calmly explained.

“I knew we should have killed her when we had the chance.” “You didn’t want to deal with the paperwork or go on leave,” Devon muttered. Michael shrugged and nodded. It was true. We had a run-in with the Trivisonnos a couple of years ago and Michael had almost killed Sera in the crossfire. It was an accidental shot and if she had died, she would have been a casualty of circumstances. The circumstances were that she was with the mafia when the FBI was raiding their warehouse. Michael had felt guilty about the incident. Apparently, his guilt was short-lived.

Without money, their lives quickly fell into ruin. Eventually, desperate to return to the luxurious lifestyle she once had, Queenie resorted to taking out nude loans. But the contact information she left behind was all Lucas's. One night, a group of debt collectors stormed into their rented apartment and beat the sleeping Lucas half to death. Before leaving, they even took the bank card that the two had spent months saving money in. At last, Lucas snapped. Grabbing a kitchen knife, he rushed into the room and stabbed Queenie to death. Afterward, he turned himself in at the police station.

Another raised a rifle; Dante’s bullet split his skull before the trigger was pulled. The docks became a slaughterhouse. Men screamed, fell, drowned in their own blood. The Valentis scattered, some trying to flee into the water, others cut down before they reached the edge. The crates cracked open under fire, spilling contraband into the sea. Flames caught on spilled liquor, fire racing along the wood, painting the night orange and black. Dante stood amid it, drenched in blood, chest heaving. His blade dripped crimson, his eyes blazing with fury.

Amused in a way that had no business being in this room. I knew him. Everyone on this side of the Rockies knew him. “Killian Cross,” I said flatly. “Alpha of the Northline Brotherhood.” The most feared independent MC in five territories. The man who’d taken down the Deadwood Cartel from the inside without losing a single one of his own. His name got used to end arguments. What the hell was he doing in Iron Hollow’s cell? The corner of his mouth lifted. “You remember.” “I remember every threat I’ve ever met.”

"What did you gain from ratting me out to Luna June? Nothing. Your mate is gonna marry me soon and you will remain his secret mistress/mate forever. No one's gonna know you're his real mate. It's a double loss for you, Killer." "I don't care if you become Luna or get chosen by Rocco. I'm not interested in him, and I'll never be." "Really?" She laughed. "But you loved his cock, didn't you?" I was speechless. How did she know that? Did he tell her? Even about Jax?

He looks around, everyone kneeling, except for his mate and the ex genuine lunam, she is lying on the ground with her hand on her chest screaming with the death of her mate. The glow that surrounded the young man's body is dispensed and now he has the strength that was born with him. Occisor walks up to his intended and licks her bruises, he smells her body and notices that Kratos lied to him. There's no male smell on her. He feels relieved. Sasha hugs him tightly, relieved. Kathe's despair is much more intense than that of the other females when they lose their partner. Her heart is breaking into several pieces, the pain is too strong. Her screams leave everyone stunned, seeing the death of