Killer Cross Over Novels & Stories

No, I can't listen with the terrifying sight before me. Helene rushes up with a basket of medical equipment, and it immediately hits me that she is the only pack doctor. Which means she would be handling the wounded men all alone. An unknown force suddenly takes over me, and the next second I find myself running to the spot despite Nyra’s voice calling me back. I try to examine the wound on the first man but the moment my fingers touch him, an electrifying force reverberate through me and a blurry vision flashes before my face– Some scary looking wolves sneering wickedly, a set of six black wolves are their target. Long story short, they pounce on the black wolves and end up devoring them al

"During this time, I investigated the plagiarism scandal from back then, as well as the truth behind those knife wounds on Emma's arm. "It was all a scheme by my dad and Emma. They wanted to deceive me and break us up so Emma could take advantage of the situation." I nodded. "Got it. Are we done here?" Victor was stunned and actually cried the next second, tears spilling from his eyes. "Claire, forgive me. It was all a plan orchestrated by my dad. I was a victim too. I'll admit it was a setup, but do you dare say you didn't have any selfish motives back then?"

he finally says when he had finished my other arm as well. “Sorry too” I mumbled, the actualisation of what he had said hitting me, “Can I ask you something?” “Just because my pack is called Hellwood doesn’t mean we ALL kill” he says, answering me without me having to ever ask. “But your pack does kill?” I ask, wanting to feel a bit less guilty. “And you guys’ don’t?” he asks, resting his hand over mine. That makes me quiet once again. He got me there. Just because your pack is called Moonlight and sounded all innocent, didn’t mean we were.

“The prince is giving Christmas kisses under the mistletoe! I’m definitely claiming mine.” She came running over, pushed Nancy to the side and kissed Keion on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Keion.” He wished her a merry Christmas and mentally grit his teeth as several other girls from their year group, formed a line and either took kisses or gave them depending on how much they’d had to drink and how cognizant they were of the liberty they were taking with the oldest child of their Alphas Msia and Kaliah Hamadi.

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.

“If you touch me that way were going to have a major problem on our hand Conner. We should be hiding, asleep in fact.” “You look too perfect not to.” Warm hands caressed my face and then down my body leaving a trail of fire in their wake. BANG There’s blood. Everywhere. I’m being pulled. I can’t fight. I don’t fight. They killed him. The love of my life. They’ll kill me next. Tears run down my face as I succumb to my faith.

"A young woman vanishes without a trace. No evidence. No leads. As if she simply... ceased to exist." "The story fascinated me. I dug deeper, trying to find the truth behind the disappearance — until I came across a novel." My body went rigid. "What did you just say? A novel?" "The world we're in right now — it's a novel. I stumbled into it the same way you did. That's when I realized you didn't just disappear. You crossed over, just like me." "I've been watching you for a while. Everything about you confirmed it — you're the woman who vanished."

She had simply mistaken me for someone else. Fury and humiliation finally churned inside me. My hand came down hard across his face. "You son of a bitch!" Behind me, Willow screamed at the turn of events and didn't hesitate to slap me in return. "What do you think you're doing, Skyler?" She rushed to help Luther up, her face full of pity. Naomi also started hitting me, as if trying to get revenge for her beloved daddy. I looked at Luther again. That same mocking smile still lingered at the corner of his lips. For a fleeting moment, I realized Willow might not have been so different from me.