O With Cross Novels & Stories

Didn't even draw the curtains. He tore his robe open, revealing a body forged in violence and power. There were no ugly scars like the rumors said. Just perfect lines of muscle, and… A tattoo, right over his heart. It was an intricate design—a black mamba coiled around a thorny rose. And in the center of the rose, two letters were tattooed in elegant script: O.R. Odessa Rossi. My name. My breath hitched. "This is…" My fingers trembled as I reached out. The skin was still raised, the ink barely set.

With shaking hands, he held the papers while tears filled his eyes. He looked down and saw the little symbols that indicated what your second gender would be. One would be crossed, and that would mean that you were either an alpha, beta, or... an omega. He scanned the papers, and his eyes landed on the little cross that was scribbled on the paper. He read the word that was written next to it over and over again. Why him! He didn't even look like one. His shoulder shook, and he let the test result process in his mind. He felt so disappointed.

Time Cross Academy was one of the greatest schools that travel in the time rift. It opens once every five years and every supernatural creature or magician wants to send their children to study in it. The list of applications was long even though the entry criteria were stringent. Time Cross Academy's principal was a fearsome woman, as the archmage of the time rift who held power over an entire academy that didn't get destroyed in a dimension crack, nobody wanted to offend her.

Alpha Jack finished. Luna Sara nodded. "I want her in our pack. I need to keep her safe" Sean said, passinately. The rest of the table nodded in agreement. She would be a great addition to pack too. And Omega that powerfully is extremely rare and she would help grow our numbers" Steve pointed out. Sean and Alpha Jack both growled.

Venus-Leo is not ready yet, you have to wait until January 11th to mate with him. Me-Condoms? Venus-Perfect. “You have a condom?” I ask. Apollo fumbles with his pants and pulls out four. “I always carry them just in case,” Apollo smiles. “We can mate and mark without one after my birthday, but until then,” I pick on up and hand it to him. “Better restock.” Apollo and I start kissing again. And soon we are removing each other’s clothes. “Is this really happening?” Apollo asks as we lay naked looking at one another.

Or the moon even though it now slumbers? So, I walk, losing track of time, as day fades towards dusk and the fireflies begin to come out to paint the sky. My phone buzzes in my pocket but I ignore it with an obsessive need to follow the invisible thread to where it ends or perhaps, begins. And then I catch a scent in the air. The rogue we are hunting has passed this way and not so long ago. And he was not alone, the wind also holds the smell of rain and roses, and jasmine and sandalwood, the Cross sisters. Bale’s musk is of sandalwood and grass, traces of which his cub inherited, just as I know I smell of my father’s cedar along with blood oranges. Every wolf has a distinct odor, much in th

I twisted the wedding ring on my left hand and calmly watched Victor walk down from the stage, step by step toward me. When he reached me, he knelt on one knee and held up the ring. "Marry me, Claire." I sneered and swatted his hand away, showing the diamond ring on my ring finger. "Mr. Whitmore, please show some respect. I'm a married woman." His pupils dilated in shock, but the next second they suddenly lit up as he said excitedly, "Claire, you're still jealous of Emma, so you're making up this excuse to brush me off, right?

“But you’re not in this alone, no matter how much you think you are.” I looked at him then, really looked at him. There was no hesitation in his words, no doubt. Just the quiet, steady certainty that he meant every single thing he said. I hesitated before asking, “What does it even mean to be an omega?” Nolan was quiet for a moment, then leaned back, considering his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he started. “They have… a different energy than others. It’s not about strength or dominance—it’s about balance. Omegas connect to alphas in ways that no one else can. It’s instinctual.”

We put flowers on the balcony, a worn sofa in the living room, and her favorite dishes in the kitchen. On our wedding day, Chloe held my hand on stage and said: “From now on, no matter what happens, we trust each other first. We talk first.” I nodded. “No secrets. No running. We won’t let anyone hurt us with lies.”