Killer X Cross Novels & Stories

“And what's the guarantee you won't do so again this time?’’ “I'll be more careful.’’ Okay, enough of the talks now. I move fast and snatch the knife from her before she even sees me coming. “Alpha, please.’’ Gustavo cries out urgently, making my blood boil. How dare he act so selfishly. He would rather have Xendaya laying lifeless on that mattress instead of an old time friend who might have become an instrument of our enemies? “Should I remind you what the problem here is again? Axyon. We all know no one has ever survived it. Why try so hard?’’ “No one has ever survived it because I've never tried to save them. Because they were never our own and didn't require saving. They died in their p

Before he could pull the trigger, the violent roar of an engine shattered the night along with a trail of modified matte-black Chevrolet trucks. “Did you truly think I will let you kill my brother?” I recognized them. Kieran’s top-notch security services—STAR–he provides to higher ups, politicians and billionaires. He didn't just make an entrance; he brought absolute wrath with him. With a predatory efficiency, Kieran raised an automatic rifle, firing with a lethal precision that didn’t leave room for mistakes. Within seconds, two of Edric's men dropped to the ground, neutralized before they could even aim. “Xavier.”

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

Zara said with a straight face with arms folded on her chest. “We are still looking for him.” Inspector Ken said taking his seat right of in front of Zara “You guys have been telling us this since forever now.” Zara said getting frustrated “Zara, we are trying are best, but the killer is too smart…” Inspector Ken on which Zara scoffed taking Inspector Ken’s words as lame excuses

’ Jax Ubel, the Beta of Pack Helix and subordinate to Alpha Alastor Tynen, said informing him that the task had been done just as Alastor would have liked him to. Grinning at the good news which Alastor knew wouldn’t have been hard for his capable Beta to have gotten done he walked out of the interrogation room and towards the lobby to find Vevina aiming her gun at a passing officer who was looking at her with some discomfort while Jax came out of another corridor talking to a man.

Lexie's heart pounded so loud, she was sure Killian could hear it. She wasn't a novice sexually, nor was she timid, but this was the boldest thing she'd ever done. Killian Walker called to a darker side of her sexuality she'd never even known she had. She might never want this with any other man, but she wanted it with him.

That for the third time in a row, in this god forsaken killing game, where no one can make it out alive, I had to kill the person who killed Risa.

And I refuse to let Xaviero get her. "Love." Xaviero laughed. "The Reaper doesn't love. He uses. He destroys. He steals all that you hold dear to use as a weapon against you.” "You would know." Kade’s hand drifted towards his jacket, where I was aware his gun lay. “You’ve been doing that for thirty years. The restaurant was silent. Everyone watching. Cameron and Eric sat silent at their table,where Eric's hand even stood posed as though he was about to phone the police.

Glancing at each other and wiping their tears, Jonathan finally asked, "What do you mean? Whose father?" Krulisa's eyes shifted from one to another. The smile on her face dropped to a serious look. "That man I had ordered you to kill, the one who was taking shelter on the mountains. His name is Hector. Hector Cross. He is the father of the Cross sisters." It felt like the world was trembling before them. None of the words sounded real at the moment. Their legs felt numb and weak, expressionless faces. Tears ran from their eyes as they realized what they had done.

When diplomacy failed, when whispers in dark rooms grew teeth, when threats didn’t listen to reason—Khael made sure they never spoke again. He had a code, yes, but not the kind you’d pin to any knight’s crest. Khael’s morality bends and folds like smoke, curling around his own sense of right and wrong, never quite fitting anyone else’s mold. He kills when he must, never for pleasure—but always without remorse. And then, just as effortlessly, he heals. That’s the contradiction of him.