O With A Cross Novels & Stories

"Then the mountains truly are magical." The old man sat opposite them and unrolled the parchment. Faded ink covered the page. Two symbols dominated the center: the crescent of the Cators and the wolf of the Voss family. Intertwined tightly which was syrange. Cinthye's face crumpled into a frown. "Why are our crests together?" Aurelio looked from one of them to the other. "Because they were never meant to be enemies." Her body went still. "Read the last line," he said.

I narrowed my eyes but before I asked anything, I heard his deep voice “You’ve been invited, Black.” Hearing it, my stomach tightened. I knew Cross had a secret society. And in there, his loyal followers did whatever their master asked them to do, no matter what it was. But why did he give me this invitation? Looking at my confused expression, Aiden smirked and said “Try not to disappoint us.” Then he walked away, leaving me staring at the envelope. I took it with shaking hands and looked at the stamp across the seal. It was a silver wolf head which symbolized the Cross family and there was a name written in block letters “OBSIDIAN CIRCLE”.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

“I brought you something.” I moved closer to where he was. His unwavering stare made me a little bit self-conscious. When I took the small package from him, his fingers brushed against my skin. I opened it, slightly pleased to receive a gift even though it’s not my birthday. I recognized it immediately. A lot of old women in my town fiddle with it daily. “A cross stitch?” “Something to keep you sane until the d-day.” Personally, I would prefer a phone but I know that no one’s giving it to me anytime soon.

Hollis asked, making my stomach drop at being caught looking. "What is that tattoo?" I asked, trying to sound casual and unimpressed. "Is it new?" Hollis's other arm lifted, rubbing over the tattoo. He nodded. "It's new. It's a cross with roots and branches." "A cross with roots and branches," I repeated. "I thought Boss's have absolutely nothing to do with certain signs like the cross. I mean....." "You'd be surprised, Ugo. I'm an ardent Christian, the type that is actively active in my church. Projects, support, charity, you name it."

Ceara stood and went to a shelf, bringing back a pad of paper and pen. Kaida spoke as she sketched. "The upper half resembled a cross, the old Orthodox or Celtic kind. It had the tell-tale intricate design over the top part and the two crossbars. The bottom node was more like a blade, though. Or a dagger. It was too short to be a sword. The sides were straight, had clean edges, but the point had a slight jaggedness at the tip." She turned the pad around for the others to see. Ceara paled. "That's the Venatores symbol in our grimoire."

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

Ash’s fingers have joined his on her back and together they run over the intricate lines of the mark. It’s a cross of lines, like a plus sign but longer, with arrows on the ends of each line, with three small bisecting lines near the ends. A diamond over the centre of the cross and circles coming out from the central dot diagonally between the lines of the cross. And three sweeping curves that form a sort of triangle pointing down over the top of the diamond.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

So much so that we were both forced to pull our neck gaiters over our mouths and noses. I opened the pictures on my phone to gain bearings, opened my compass which spun and spun. "Too much metal down here," I said and I closed it. The first thing we saw was an old wooden wall with a Celtic cross on it. Beneath the cross were again words in the Irish. Ó a Chrίost na bhFlaitheas "What does it mean?" she asked. I could tell she was rattled. Her hands shook as she took a picture of it with her phone, the flash momentarily blinding my NVGs. I gently took her hand into mine and kissed her on the cheek.