Stars Crossing Novels & Stories

I fell to the side. We lay tangled in the sheets for a long time, our bodies pressed close, her hand resting on my chest, feeling the steady thud of my heart beneath her fingers. I kissed her forehead, then the top of her hair. “I was thinking of doing something,” I said quietly. She stirred against me. “About what?” “To honor Jace.” Rae looked up at me, eyes searching mine. “That’s… that’s beautiful. What do you have in mind?” I exhaled slowly, the idea forming more solidly as I spoke. “There’s a bridge on the edge of the territory—the one that leads to the northern cliffs. It’s been unnamed for years. I want to call it the Jace Dax Crossing.”

Just crossing. I show Cain. “They’re stress-testing movement.” He nods. “Seeing if passage can happen openly.” “They won’t push if resistance appears.” “No.” “They’ll record.” “Yes.” CAIN We do not attend the crossing. We don’t observe directly. We wait for reports. Twenty minutes. Then: “Bridge used. Normal traffic density. No incident.” Good. Not victory. Signal. LYRA Nothing inside me surges. Nothing answers. The Hollow remains inert. Which confirms the core truth:

Caitlin stood before the rope bridge to Skye, Caleb beside her, and Scarlet and Ruth behind them. She watched the dilapidated rope sway violently, as she heard the wind whistling through the rocks, the waves crashing against the cliffs hundreds of feet below. The bridge was wet and slippery. Slipping off it would mean instant death for Scarlet and for Ruth, and Caitlin hadn’t tested her own wings yet, either. Crossing this bridge was not really a chance she wanted to take—but then again, it seemed obvious that they needed to be on the Isle of Skye.

Unable to endure the daily beatings, she had grabbed a knife and stabbed Alaric to death. The incident immediately hit the trending charts. When the police took Seraphina away, her eyes were hollow and lifeless. I didn’t even need to file a lawsuit anymore. As for Harold and Margaret, though physically unharmed, they had witnessed Seraphina’s crime. One succumbed to a heart attack from sheer fright; the other went insane. In the end, none of them escaped unscathed. They got exactly what they deserved. Once I settled all matters in the country, I boarded a plane with my parents and Isolde, leaving for our new homes.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What choice would Izzy make when her two worlds finally collided?

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

If he is not stopped soon, total havoc will reign over the Twin Cities and spread to every inch of this continent. “Tonight, is the Bridge’s Luna Ceremony and it would be perfect for us to try our escape,” I said to my mate. “If he catches us, he will torture me more, and I cannot take any more pain,” Chelsea said with a few tears slipping from her eyes. “We won’t get caught; we will run far away from here. Please we must do this,” I urged her. She nodded her head and we each packed up our backpacks.

Astra pointed toward a hidden bridge stretching beneath rivers of stars. "The Bridge of Constellations." "It leads directly to the Palace." "But only those chosen by the Seven Stars may cross." Darkness immediately spread toward the bridge. Sections of it began disappearing. Without thinking, I stepped forward. The bridge lit beneath my feet. One by one... Aurel followed. Nerina. Elara. Kael. Seraphine. Astra. Caelum. Finally Wesley stepped beside me. The bridge hesitated. The stars shimmered uncertainly.

She winked. Oh, no. “You don’t want to do that.” I pleaded shakily. “You can’t transport someone out of the country like that. It’s— it’s illegal!” “It isn’t among the people I roll with, love.” She chuckled darkly. “We traffic women all the time, hell, even children too. You, will fit in just fine— ouch.” She groaned painfully, trying to stand up to her feet. “Fuck, it hurts.” She looked down at her legs, my gaze following hers to the bloody red trickling down to the ground. “NO!!!” I cried out in horror.

He laughed to himself and steeled himself even more. After what felt like a few years of walking to him he finally saw it. The crossroad. The roads were dusty yellow with a few cracks travelling through them. The man stood on the left side of the road where at the edge of it stood an old wooden sign post that threatened to fall at any moment. The signs were pointing towards a direction with the names on them. The forwards, left, right arrows read ‘NOWHERE’, while the last arrow which pointed towards the road that he came from read, ‘MAYBE SOMEWHERE’.