Killer X Cross Novels & Stories

“I pump my fist into the air. Yes, now they are on a level playing field. Xerxes’s wolf growls and lunges at Titus. He catches him by the throat, about to sink in when Katerina screams. “Mom!” Xavier shouts, and Xerxes releases his bite and looks around. Katerina is being choked by a cloaked man. Xavier runs to her side, but there is nothing he can do. Xerxes growls loud then runs towards; Titus takes this as his chance. He shifts back to his human form, pulls a knife from his pockets, and stabs Xerxes in his back. Xerxes growls from the pain collapsing and shifting back. “I play dirty because I whatever it takes to win. Be proud, brother, you died honorable.” Brother? What? I look at Xavier

"I thought it was a general game that was played by choice and anybody can watch or cancel the games." Axel shook his head and licked his lower lips which were full and pink. "No, the racing is a business to not just the school but to the leader of the Bikers Association as well. My own boss wanted to kill you and the boss of Summer West wanted to kill you as well. Plus you gave them a gateway by going to the prom, so would have ended up dead yesterday but Knox saved you." I wanted to say another word but I couldn't, like how on earth did Knox find me without using that opportunity to kill me but the door opened and Jaxon walked in and at that same moment, Axel distracted me by kissing me.

His father nudged him gently and introduced him to Amaya , saying, "Killian , I want you to meet Amaya , the daughter of Alpha Arson." Killian , who was only around 8 years old at the time, couldn't help but find Amaya , the Alpha's daughter, rather unattractive. However, he understood that expressing such a sentiment would surely earn him a scolding if his mother were to hear. Amaya stood out starkly amidst the children he encountered within the influential circles of the kingdom's elite families. She sported wide glasses, freckles, and braces, epitomizing the classic image of a "nerd."

He also told me when Zero left to get food the one night that the police were turning a blind eye and calling it gang wars. Which was one of the reasons Killer didn't want me to see Kylie. “Yes, but I think it is more than just killing the outfit. Two kids were found at his last crime scene. Kylie is still not talking, maybe she'll tell you something.” “Will you stop him if you had to,” I ask the question that I wouldn't ask Zero about his brother. Killer is different. We are the same in that regard. I think he knew that the first time I set foot into the clubhouse.

He stared out at the city skyline, its glittering towers reflected in the glass walls around him. On the screen before him, the face of his intelligence officer flickered nervously. “Sir… the Shadow Division has been neutralized.” Kane’s jaw clenched. For a moment, the silence was suffocating. “Neutralized,” Kane repeated, his voice low and cold. “By who?” The officer swallowed hard. “The Cross boy. Ethan Cross. Reports indicate he and his associates defended the safehouse. Vance is confirmed KIA. Eleven others… dead.” The scotch glass cracked in Kane’s grip. He didn’t flinch as shards of crystal dug into his hand, blood trickling down his palm. His gaze, however, remained eerily calm.

Her scarred face twisted in cold triumph, her combat armor gleaming like forged steel, her dark eyes blazing with unrelenting hatred. "Did you really think... you’d survive this long?" she hissed, her venomous voice cutting through the blaring alarms. "You should’ve stayed dead.” Natalia Cross. The Final Standoff Damien’s dark eyes burned, cold and unyielding, his sidearm raised, breathing sharp. "We finish this... now," he growled. I moved beside him, sidearm steady, heart pounding but focused. Through the crackling comms, Kyle’s voice shouted: “I’ve got ten minutes before the missile launch system goes critical!”

She was really hurt and shattered. "So Diane did it in a short time?" Xander chipped in with a deep grunt, taking heavy steps forward. His face was extremely stern and both eyes blazed with rage. I could clearly see his veins running through his neck and arms as every muscle seemed to poke out through his school uniform. "Will you kill him? Will you also kill Hutton as a demon?" Kayla sharply asked while flicking her eyes at me with fear and sadness.

The wooden floor creaked under her weight. “Hey, you. Wake up and start working. We do not have time for your acting when the Harrigans are coming to visit.” she said in a grudging tone. The Harrigans. Victoria’s heart tightened the moment she heard the name. That name had been the beginning of her ruined life. The start of her nightmares. The darkness that destroyed her future. She had been accused of seducing that man, and after that her reputation fell into the mud. Just thinking about it made her shiver. That man had died. She had killed him herself after she came out of prison, right before she was sentenced to death. So how could he be alive now?

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

I thought about that for a moment — Axel Darwin, who had gone to a farmhouse in the middle of the night because I'd left him no real choice, who had carried a half-dead man up from a basement without being asked twice, who had put a ticket to Jakarta in the trash and not mentioned it since. The alliance between us was made of blackmail and circumstance and neither of us pretended otherwise. But circumstance had a way of building things that outlasted the conditions that created it, and whatever Axel was now, he wasn't the man who had cornered Xena on a couch and needed a vase to the head to understand the word no. I wasn't sure when that had changed. I wasn't sure it mattered tonight. Cross