Killer X Cross Novels & Stories

She said. Emma held her hand firmly dragging the girl into her room despite her requests to let her leave. Once Emma and Silvia disappeared into her room. Cath and Angela left while Rasmus faced Hunter. "There was no need to kill them. By killing them you made me doubt this video clip," Rasmus said. Luca quietly left. Rasmus went to his room as well. Xander approached his son who looked utterly mad. Grabbing his shoulder Xander leaned closer. "Next time if you want to frame her then at least make your fake evidence stronger," Xander muttered as he walked away leaving Hunter shocked. His father knows. F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!

"Ma'am, your prayers have been heard, and the evil spirit has now been purged. We have to return and report this to our monastery. All your son needs to do is rest, and he'll be able to walk by tomorrow." As he spoke, Lucas briskly packed up his tools, clearly preparing to flee. I stood silently in the shadows at the bedroom doorway, watching this absurd and bloody farce reach its end. It was almost time. I quietly slipped back into the living room and took out the phone I had prepared in advance. The moment the exorcists swiped that card, I'd already had the number prepared on my phone.

“I won’t—I won’t ask again—” “You won’t,” Marcus agreed. The word landed like a door slamming shut. Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Suffocating. The morning traffic continued around them, but it felt distant, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them on that crosswalk. Marcus leaned in just enough that his voice dropped even lower—private, dangerous, the kind of calm that promised worse things if ignored. “I could make you disappear,” he said evenly. “And no one would ask questions.”

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Aria watched him watch the crowd. He was scanning the stands, looking for something, someone. A five-year-old face in a sea of pack wolves. His son. He was trying to find his son while fighting for his life. Killian saw it. The opening. That half-second when Xavier’s attention wasn’t fully present. He pressed forward, pressing hard, and Xavier recovered too late. A slash meant for his throat caught his collarbone instead, and blood bloomed across his chest. The crowd went completely silent. This was serious now. This was real injury. Real stakes.

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

And if we were a gang, it was better if I respected him and did as told just so a fucking ugly dude like this blonde wouldn't dare disrespect me again. "Firstly..." Killian started, his voice commanding silence. "We aren't a gang." He raised his eyebrows at me. Shit! Was I not allowed to think while he was present! "Vam—vampires?" I stuttered. "Who the hell is a fucking bloodsucking animal!" Ronan snapped at me. Geez, this asshole was beginning to get on my nerves. "Then what are you if not that? A secret demonic club?" "We are demons itself."

POV: Hailey Morgan Hailey liked to think of herself as pragmatic. Numbers, contracts, loopholes, these were things she understood. People, though? People were messy. And right now, Damon Cross was the messiest problem she’d ever had to solve. She hadn’t planned on following him. Not really. But when her gut screamed that Elara’s walls were thinning, she trusted it. So she tracked his movements through CrossTech’s business schedules, boardroom whispers, even the elevator logs Byte & Beam’s surveillance had access to.

Marcus said quietly, so people near me could hear. I ignored him and tried to calm down. My training with the Brotherhood of the Silver Cross was hard—quiet moves, quick strikes, using my body and knife together. I pulled out my small dagger and spun it easily. I took a deep breath and started. It wasn’t just about strength—it was like a careful, deadly dance. I jumped up, twisted in the air, and landed low, my blade cutting the air softly. Then I stood up and moved fast, acting like I was about to strike hard enough to break bone.