O With A Cross Novels & Stories

Huffing I agree with her, 'Fine. The next day comes to quickly for my liking. Me and Jasper stand in the living room waiting for the child when there is a knock at the door. Jasper steps forward and greets the tall slender women with a smile. "You must be Eos. She nods her head and steps inside. "Yes I am. You must be the family taking in Zara." He chuckles. "Yes and we are rather excited aren't we dear?" Jasper says as he turns to look at me. "Yes honey. I am super happy to be receiving a blessing from the Moon Goddess." I force out with my fakest smile, "where is she?" Eos gives me a pointed look before looking back to Jasper and opens her jacket revealing a small swaddled bundle of cloth.

she asks, the big black guy turns around and looks at her only to reveal a pair of green eyes, what a contrast to his dark skin she thought, he looked smart, his height is something she will have to keep in her mind for a few days, but something was off, he had a scent, and it’s been a long time since she’s come in contact with a student that was like her, he had a scent but it wasn’t strong, it was like something was covering his scent like it was covered up by a heavy wood. “I’m sorry” for a huge guy, he cowers a lot, charlotte noticed the way his back was hunched, and even his hoodie looked like it has seen better days, she looked down only to notice the man had scars. And his hands were

And the first thing Connor would have done to force her to marry him, which she did not want. "Maybe, it's for my good that he left without causing any scene." She mumbled under her breath, feeling a bit glad in her mind. Her eyes once again stopped on the note as for the first time she discovered the special logo printed on the right corner of the top. It's a capital 'W' written in a special symbolic font with a little crown carved on top of it. The design was very simple but has elegance in it, which caught attention at the first glance. A glimpse of royalty.

Something different. Adiya was kneeling by the edge of a bed in the staff quarters. Hands clasped around a rosary, her head bowed. Her lips moved in silent prayer. But it wasn't the praying itself that pulled me in—it was the cross on the metal chain. I froze. It was faint, delicate, but the insignia struck a chord of recognition deep within me. I zoomed in on the image before enhancing the frame, squinting through the magnification. My fingers trembled. The cross—its unique design, the curves of the engraving—was nagging at my brain.

It smelled of rank B&O and stale fries. When he got to his feet, he was a little dizzy, but that wasn’t going to stop him. He had found some old books and a few blades stain with what looked like blood. He started digging around on the desk hoping to find something, but he didn’t know what. That is when he came across an old leather-bound book with strange writing across it. He saw the pictures of a crystal cross that had emeralds lined down the middle. Well, that helped Thomas understand why the cross ended up being very important but why did he have a piece of it?

Ora’s POV As I walked inside the unfamiliar church, I got a whiff of the familiar incense. I guess it’s a universal scent. I tell myself as I dip my finger into the holy water font and make the sign of the cross. I looked over and saw the votive candle stand. I have never done this before, but I watched it done many times over the years.

He shrugged again. "What the shit is this thing?" Mark asked, looking closer. The tear had exposed what looked like a dark wooden beam. Sergio frowned as Mark eased the paper further aside. "Damn, it's a cross," Mark said. "A big wooden cross. What's he need that for?" Sergio just glared angrily. "An' look, it's got straps on it. What the hell is this for? You think he's gonna get up on this thing?" The older man made a noise of annoyance. Mark looked around at the thunderous expression.

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The creak of the hinges echoed in the room, mingling with the faint rustle of the wind outside. "The most basic of these bonds is the temporary oath. It’s a simple agreement, a symbolic gesture of protection. It lets others know that the person bearing the mark is under the protection of someone within the Cross empire. Temporary, reversible, and easy to erase," he explained, his voice calm but laced with authority.

And Donovan chuckled. "Probably a goat with pretty flowers as horns..." he shrugged. "Who knows?" he laughed. "Let him be..." I said, raising a hand. And they both kept quiet. The boy continued and kept on drawing, as his mouth now moved alongside his hands. "The Omega mark is a paradox..." he started, with his face stern. "A unique symbol that spreads both joy and darkness..." he explained, with his hands flying in an arc. "Like I said before, there exists a duality..." he chimed. "Because the moon as a crescent or as a whole isn't meant to be dark..." he mentioned, stressing the last word. "Yet their mark possesses one that is..." he cited.