O With Cross Through It Novels & Stories

“We…don’t…speak…it.” Coward, the Zenaida-voice inside me hissed. “Then draw it,” I said. “In the blood you were so eager to spill.” I lifted my boot, just enough for him to move his arm. He hesitated, then dragged his fingers through the puddle of red by his leg. His hand shook as he traced on the concrete, rain already working to blur the lines. The symbol that emerged was ugly in its simplicity: a circle with a line through the center, and four smaller cuts radiating outward like claw marks.

he said. Damon frowned. “That’s it?,” he asked. Tom nodded. “That’s all I heard,” he said. Damon looked at him, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t like this,” he said. “We should leave.” But Tom was already walking away from the altar, his eyes scanning the ground. “Wait,” he said. “Look at this.” Damon walked over to him and looked down. There, etched into the stone, was a symbol. It was a circle with a cross in the center. “What does it mean?,” he asked, as he attempted to touch it.

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I responded with a glare. The shorter staff cleared his throat. "If you'll both kindly show us your key cards, we can straighten this out." "gladly," I huffed, shoving mine forward. Mr. Smug did the same, sliding his out with infuriating calm. the staff scanned both cards, their brows furrowing. My stomach churned. Finally, the shorter one looked up nervously. "There's been a double booking. Both of you are registered to this suite." I blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."

your mum'. It'd take even a crazy smart detective to be able to detect with their senses any underlying message underneath the signature. One was an open eye that was decorated with a zig zag shape. The other, because the signature were ticked like two crossed sickles. The former conveyed the time and the latter conveyed the message. "Who the hell drew that?" Owens shouted. "Check the perimeters...... surround the exit...." He ordered at once. "Don't bother ... She is gone!" Mark quenched the order.

Every heartbeat seemed to resonate with one purpose: to help Connie. Then, in unison, they opened their eyes, ready to direct their energy shot. Marko signaled, and the atmosphere grew more intense. "Ready? One... Two... Three..." Marko's voice echoed in the room, boosting their spirits. As the word "Fire!" left Marko's lips, they collectively channeled positive energy towards Connie. A gentle light began to shine from their hands, flowing softly towards Connie's body. The energy felt warm and soothing, as if surrounding Connie with love and support.

"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.

Damon crossed the floor, running a critical eye over every detail; the lighting, the projection angles, the placement of the CrossTech insignia. Everything was under control. Just as he liked it. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought remained. ShadowByte is out there. And when Damon Cross wanted something, it was only a matter of time.

I took a pen and crossed a line through Cassius' name. Eighteen left.

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