Killer X Cross Novels & Stories

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?”

He delivered three rapid, devastating strikes—one to the solar plexus, one to the throat, and a sweeping kick to the back of Kaelen’s knees. Kaelen collapsed into the dirt, entirely breathless, choking on his own spit and blood. He tried to push himself up, his arms trembling violently, but his body refused to obey. He looked up at Xander, waiting for the killing blow. He waited for Xander to shift, to bare his fangs, to tear his throat out and howl his dominance to the rising sun, as any Alpha in the old days would have done. He waited for the mockery, the arrogant gloating of the conqueror.

Nikolai followed, less rigid, more casual, but there was that perpetual edge to him, like a blade left just within arm’s reach. “Any update on the corpse?” I didn’t bother with pleasantries. Killian nodded. “We identified him. Red Cross Assassin. Name’s Ryker. Excommunicated from the Ukrainian Guild, recruited into the Cross four years ago. He was one of their best.” I cocked a brow. “They sent one of their best into my house, and he got snapped like a twig?” Killian hesitated. “Declan did it.” Nikolai folded his arms, looking vaguely impressed. “It wasn’t luck, either. I watched him fight earlier. He challenged me to a duel thinking I was just ‘stalking’ him. He gave me a run for my credits

I shivered a little at the thought of fucking Grave, not out of disgust; the man has occupied my thoughts in the most sinful way possible. “I am not fucking him, Kane; I am anything but a fucking slut,” I snarled, wishing he was here in person so he could see how disgusted I am by the mere thought of it… supposedly. “I thought you had a heart, child. Don't you want to avenge your mother's, my wife's, death? I trained you better than this, Cross.” Kane snarled; I could literally feel the anger through the phone. Like it was supposed to scare me.

After a while in school, Alex went to meet him. "Hello," "Hi how are you doing",he replied pleasantly. In his eyes Alex could read that he is pretending "Am cool, do you have a minute to spare, I wanna talk to you privately" "Okay" Kelvin said and they both walked down to the uncompleted building "So what do you want to tell me" Kelvin asked "Why did you kill Almond?" Kelvin smiled as Alex said the word "I am not joking here, why the hell did you kill the guy" Alex asked again, his temper gradually increasing

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.

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.”

"X designation location. Final phase location. Subject Eva Cross will be presented for judgment and termination." "You are Thomas Kane. You are my father. Fight the programming. Remember who you are—" "Thomas Kane is dead. This unit is designated Weapon-Seven. Purpose: serve X. Eliminate Marcus Cross legacy. Current mission: deliver Eva Cross for final processing." "Final processing? That is execution. You are going to let X kill your own daughter—" "This unit has no daughter. This unit has only mission parameters." I stared at the half-machine that had been my father. At the man X had destroyed so completely that nothing human remained. Just programming and weapons and cold efficiency.

I drove my molten fist upward, directly into the base of the obsidian cross. The heat was absolute. The void-forged metal didn't shatter; it shrieked and immediately began to melt, dripping down my arm like black wax, evaporating before it could touch my skin. The moment the cross lost its structural integrity, the Abyssal Seraph fighting Killian let out an agonizing, world-ending scream. Its six wings of dark matter crumbled into ash, and Killian drove his massive shadow-claws directly through where its heart should be, atomizing the creature mid-air.

she added, raising a knowing eyebrow. "Mr. Cross is super nice," I said, a small smile playing on my lips. "He really cares about what he does," I added, my voice soft with admiration. Camila nodded knowingly. "And he’s really easy to get along with," she chimed in. "Yes, he is," I agreed, feeling a warmth spread through me. "Max has known him for years," Camila said, leaning against the doorframe, "and he’s always telling me what a good man Mr. Cross is."