Killer Cross Over 소설 & 이야기

Terrified, she panicked, but Death took her away before she could escape. I was left alone, watching Nicholas slowly stand up and gaze at the blood-stained dagger in his hand. "Astrid, I've already sent someone to kill the man who killed you. I've also instructed people to keep sabotaging your parents' company until it goes bankrupt, and then slowly torture them. Now that Madison is dead... I'm next..." Madison was right. He had lost his mind. I floated over and stood in front of him, wanting to touch his cheek and tell him that I had never truly hated him. I had let go of many things during the four years after my death. I watched the children reincarnate, and the vast majority of them had

“Didn’t you see how much that girl wants him? She even put her life at risk for him. Who are we to decide their lives? Why can’t he have her?” I pushed him by his chest, shouting “Because her family killed my wife.” Tears filled up my eyes. “They killed my Grace.” “What a selfish bastard you are!” he gritted. “The great Adrian Moore, even after many years, can cry for the woman he loves but when it comes to his son, he should not cry for the girl he loves.” “But she is a Miller.” “Miller, who is going crazy over your son. You took your revenge years back by killing her parents, didn’t you?”

“Luna no! Don’t do it Jeivel is one of our strongest warriors,” Clarissa said, coming to her side worried about her. She didn’t understand how a human could even say that to a wolf knowing the strength that they were capable of. “Clarissa, come back here,” Jax said, worried that she might hurt herself in the process. By now he had seen enough to know that Vevina was capable of anything that she believed in. He had been the one Alastor had called to get the haunted house cleaned where she had killed two of the rogues with just a dagger.

Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

He gave me a quick look and I introduced myself as well. You could see very clearly that Sven and Claudio were brothers. Not only their light brown hair looked similar, but also the contours of their face. Both looked a little older than Blake. "Mm, so what now?" Claudio seemed really impatient and went straight to the actual topic. "Jared is dead, he jumped off a bridge and that's why I asked you if you had seen him. That's the summary now." After Blake had finished this difficult sentence, there was silence for a while. You could tell it was a shock for everyone involved.

The way she’d looked at him on that bridge, like she was teetering on the edge of something neither of them could name. It was reckless. Maddening. But he couldn’t summon hatred. Instead, he felt the snap of something binding them tighter, knowledge as intimate as it was damning. He tapped his finger against the desk, considering. He could destroy her tonight. Strip her bare before the board, before the world. CrossTech would stand untouchable. Clarisse’s games would crumble. But Damon Cross wasn’t only a hunter. He was a strategist. And sometimes the most powerful weapon wasn’t exposure. It was possession.

Was I so delirious from the burn that I was now seeing things? “Well, your father is dead,” Axel said, his voice deeper than usual. “But your mother is still alive,” Kade continued for him, his voice just as rough. I looked between them as they spoke, my eyebrows furrowed. “Will you like payback?” Kross asked, his arms crossed. He appeared calm, but his eyes… they were hard. “P-payback?” I stammered, looking between them with my eyes. “What kind of payback?”

Black Scorpion. A mountain of scars and sinew, his face shadowed. He was clearly bigger than me, his grin wicked. But I bow to no one but my queen whenever it's time to taste her sweet nectar. "Well, well," he rasped. "The great Killian Cross. Finally crawled into my den." "’Crawled’ is a strong word," I deadpanned, stepping closer. My men fanned out, his did the same. Gunfire erupted, steel flashed, and fists collided with bone. My men clashed with his in a brutal symphony of chaos, and through the madness, he and I locked eyes. Predator recognizing predator.

“What are you talking about? Dante’s killer is dead.” “Yes,” he answered quietly, “Mr. Cruz is dead. But there’s more.” I blinked at him, confused. “More?” My father leaned back in my chair, those deep grey eyes studying me intently. “Mr. Cruz wasn’t just anyone. He was X.” For a second, the name didn’t register. Then it hit. X. The name whispered through every criminal circle, the assassin whose contracts left no witnesses. I felt my throat dry. “That’s not possible.”