Spirit Crossing: A Novel Novels & Stories

Inside, four souls who had crossed hell, blood, pain, escapes, and redemption finally found peace. It wasn’t the end of the story. It was the first page of a new chapter—written not with blood, but with free, deep, and entirely chosen love. The Last First Time. And it would be the best of all the times to come after.

Shivering with cold, he gave himself up for lost and prayed to the gods, whom his mother had often told him about, to take him from this dreadful ship and let him escape the fatal illness. As, he lay there praying, he heard a slight noise in the rigging just above his head. Looking up, he saw a ball of fire running along a yardarm near the top of the mast. The sight was so strange that he forgot his prayer and stared with open-mouthed wonder. To his astonishment, the ball grew brighter and brighter, and then suddenly began slipping down the mast, all the time increasing in size. The poor boy did not know what to do or to think. Were the gods, in answer to his prayer, sending fire to burn the

Besides, staying at the inn would have left me with a dark future. As we made it past the entrance to the village, a wave of relief came over me. My shoulders relaxed, and without thinking I sank backwards into Atlas’s front. “Are you okay Thea?” Embarrassment washed over me, I hoped he didn’t think I was flirting with him. “Oh, yes, I’m sorry...I didn’t mean…” I tailed off, not knowing what else to say. He chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry, this is a new sensation for you on an already very strange evening. Just try to relax, we will stop in a few hours to give the horse a break. If you’re tired, you need to tell me- we can stop so you can sleep or I can tie you to me so you don’t fall off the

If it was a dream, it would be cruel to wake to the hollow feeling that would undoubtedly follow when I realized I was alone still. Devon reached over my shoulder and grabbed David’s head, their lips colliding with the same frenzy that I had kissed David just moments before. I let out a shuddering breath as I felt David come in my hands, his ejaculation coating his chest and my hand. The feel of his come on my hand was enough to tip me over the edge and I felt Devon shoot his load onto my back.

****** Christian was so deep in thought that the sight of the woman collapsing into the chair opposite him completely startled him. He cleared his throat loudly, the action causing the woman to jump up in alarm. "Oh, heyyy!! I didn't see you there. Hope you don't mind me sitting with you." She apologized, but Christian paid her no mind. He had chosen the lounge because he wanted to be alone with his thoughts, and now the drunk woman was going to ruin that for him. The woman bristled with irritation when he didn't even acknowledge her presence... or her apology. "Are you always this rude?" She retorted in anger, visibly fuming when he just flicked his head in her direction for a brief moment,

I now knew what made Trazmoz so attractive to the Rogues, with Morena’s soul inside and the Book of Darkness, it was no wonder Pearl tried to rally Jack’s men to continue guarding this place. Yes, with Morena’s soul and the book of darkness, everything seems to be easier because only Pearl’s mortal body is left, but will it be that easy? It can’t be that easy…. ‘Have faith’ Destine whispered in my head, she knew what was worrying me right now. I sighed again “What if we fail?” I asked my white-wolf with tears in my eyes as I imagined the terrible things that could happen if everything failed. ‘Moon Goddess lent me to you with her plan, believe me’ Destine’s words startled me.

That whatever this thing between them was, it needed to stay… contained. Controlled. But then he’d looked at her like that, stripped of all the walls and sharp edges, and she’d realized something terrifying: Damon Cross wasn’t the only one with ghosts. She rose and walked toward the window, tugging the curtain aside. The city was awake already — efficient, indifferent, alive. The hum of traffic and people below had always soothed her; it made her feel small in a way that was safe. Unseen. She’d built her life around that invisibility; her code, her company, her carefully guarded anonymity.

I trembled. After I returned to the past, all of the details I had previously neglected screamed for my attention. I was absolutely certain at this point that Joy was behind my parents’ deaths. I did not manage to return to the point before my parents’ deaths and save them. But I could find proof of Joy killing them and bring her to justice so that my parents could rest in peace. At that moment, my phone rang. It was a call from Joy. “Alania, where did you go? I can’t find you in your ward.”

When Nicholas returned to the rental house where I had lived, he stared straight at the pile of newspapers on the ground. The dust all over seemed to be telling him how much time had passed here, and that no one had ever been here during that time. "Astrid... No, you wouldn't die..." His voice trembled as he slowly reached out and lifted a corner of the newspaper. A small, dried bloodstain appeared beneath it. "Ah!" Nicholas's legs gave way as he fell to the ground. He no longer dared to lift the remaining newspapers. He seemed to have stopped breathing as he stared blankly without any color on his face. What he had been afraid of and had always refused to believe had come true.