O With A Cross Novels & Stories

I paused and was quiet for a minute. I took a deep breath and shook my head to get rid of a traumatic memory, “Sorry about that. Anyway, I want to give the guard a custom watch for being good at his job. The band will be a bunch of Saint George’s crosses, connected at the top and bottom. I am going to engrave a warrior’s prayer for protection on the cross.”

He has the aura of one, but it’s mixed with more. He moves and pulls his top over his head. My eyes follow the planes of his chest, going lower, until I see the V, goddammit. My eyes look away. “Just this, but it needs covering,” he says. I look at his chest, it’s... interesting. “That’s an intriguing design,” I mutter. It’s a wolf with blood dripping from its teeth and the name Opal in red, as if it’s created by the blood. It’s not big though.

“I’m sorry about how he approached you. He must have recognized you and tried to talk to you but couldn’t. He can’t talk. And he’s quite sick.” Oh, right? Is it why his eyes are the only part of his head that isn’t in a mask? He’s wearing a glove as well. In fact, his entire body is covered with wool except the goddamn eyes that keeps staring at me! He makes a sign by placing one index finger on the other index. One is horizontal. The other is vertical. I crease my brows, confused as fuck. “What… why’s he gesturing at me?” Chelsea smiles. “He says his name is Cross.”

On the front, written in neat handwriting, were four words: FOR DAMIAN LAWSON ONLY And beneath the words was the same symbol they had found in Father Michael's chapel— The circle. The three vertical lines. Samuel Okeke's mark.

His hand fell from hers and he stared at the mark on her neck with a mix of several overwhelming emotions. She tried to read him, the clenching of his fists by his side, the intensity with which he stared at the downturned crescent moon mark on her neck. A mark all Omegas are born with, a downturned crescent moon. It is a symbol too, of their position in the wolf chain, they are the lowest of the lowest, and they live and are treated as such. Servants.

Lia's voice echoes in the room bringing me back from daydreaming. "errh... sorry I was distracted, the bathroom is over there. you'll need a towel to get some of the stain off. I'll be right back" I tell her pointing in the direction of the toilet while going to the supplies room to get a towel. Returning with the towel, I see Lia standing in the bathroom trying to tie her hair up with the elastic bracelet she had on but she couldn't get it right. looking closely at her I realized the dress has a crisscrossed pattern at the back exposing her back through the openings.

Chapter 6 ***Aurora*** Oh god! Of all person's, my one-night stand is the CEO? I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. The silence that rang through the hall was deafening. Suddenly, my boss stood up. “Get out of my office, Aurora,” he ordered. I blinked. “What?” “You heard me, woman!” He seethed. “Get out this instant!” I shook my head. “Sir, I can't afford this–”

"Alright... what am I supposed to get?" Conor’s grin stretched wide. "That's my girl." He flipped open the old, worn-out book in front of us, turning the pages until he stopped at a symbol etched in thick, black ink. It was a large, dark ring with two triangles meeting at the top in a straight line. Inside the circle, two more triangles—sharp, like a wolf's canines—flanked either side of the line. The image stirred something in me. It felt oddly familiar.

Tiana stormed in with her gigantic head tie flying all over the place. "What are you doing here?" Suzy faked smiled and crossed her hands over her exposed bosom. "We are here to help in any way possible, hi Suzy." Oliver said with hands in his pockets before winking at her. "So what does this symbol mean?" Hilda raised the A4 paper and narrowed her eyes at it. "It is a picture of a pitchfork crossed over a shovel and beneath it is a heap of sand with two plants sprouting from it." I clasped my arms behind my body.

Time was of the essence when it came to possible war. I managed to get ready very quickly but took a few moments to look at the mark for myself. It was silver and in the shape of two crescent moons facing outwards, the symbol of Selene, the Goddess. The nurse that was helping me change even gasped a little when she saw it, but I tried to ignore her.