Mha Crossover の小説・ストーリー

They are called- The Crossbreeds.

"Because other Alphas that are out there are members of the council and every member of the council are obligated to wear a cape, showing their packs symbol." "Alpha Max is wearing a cape of our symbol, moon and a sword so that's why the name of our pack is the Dark Knights." Huxley said as he caressed the cheek of his mate. "Yeah, and since Mattia took over the Blood Stone pack, their symbol is a red cross with a snake around." Keyton said. "But Mattia went out of the country, so who is replacing him?" "Queen Mia is going to that meeting with Beta Zach while Beta Lydia (Zach's mate) and Jake will take control of the pack when Mattia or Alpha Blaze isn't available." Peyton said as if he knew

Ronan knew it perfectly, knew it by heart, knew that there is nothing he can do… Cross is an Alpha. A strong and well-known Alpha. An Alpha that is not exempted on meeting his Fated one, his destined Omega. After seeing Cross react with another Omega’s heat with his own eyes, he was reminded harshly on how this very man could find his Fated partner, on how he does not own any inch of this Alpha. He was slapped by the reality that will never own Cross as long there is the chance of him meeting his own rightful Omega. Where does he go when that happens? Where does he start again? What would happen to him?

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.

The truth we’d have to keep hidden. I turned onto my back, staring at the ceiling. I’d crossed the line tonight. And once you crossed, there was no going back. The only question left was whether Ava and I were strong enough to survive whatever came next.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

Haley and Hannah are twins, brother, and sister, they both have almost unreal-looking long blonde dreadlocked hair, and pale skin. Haley has jet-black eyes, no whites of his eyes, and Hannah has deep dark blood-red eyes with no whites either. They look terrifying but are total goofs with their playful banter, and the pranks they play on each other, they are highly entertaining. Jace always looks so serious, like he is waiting for a strike at any time. Jackson and Chris revealed that Damen has a huge collection of action figures from different comics, anime, and horror movies.

She won’t make it far on that bad foot and with no protection on her feet. Not to mention slipping the girls undetected through the swamp, avoiding the game warden out searching for the feral, and then into our vehicle under the noses of the law enforcement still swarming Waycross, will be a miracle in itself. That doesn’t include making the several hour journey to the Tideland’s pack land in without being spotted along the way. We will have to stop for gas and to let the girls go to the bathroom and to get them food, all of which are opportunities to be sighted. Everyone in the whole damn country is looking for the Cross sisters. The case has blown up and coverage is worldwide. The humans a

This plan is perfect. I watch C.H.A.O.S. leave with the pixie. They cross the street to the college. Interesting, I didn’t think murderers like them would bother with higher education. This could work with a large university campus like that. It would make it easy for me to figure out how to get the pixie alone. Get to know her before I unalive her guard dogs.

“He’s burning it all down, and he’s doing it with your name in his mouth. Lana—this isn’t a fling. This is everything.” I swallowed hard. My heart was racing, thudding so loudly I could barely hear the anchor’s voice as it came back in. “…a hostile takeover of Harrington’s remaining shares is already underway. CrossTech stock has surged in pre-market trading. Nathan Cross has declined further comment.” But he didn’t need to say more. He’d already said everything that mattered. And as I sat there, shaking in the middle of the chaos, one thing became painfully, irrevocably clear: