Stars Crossing Novels & Stories

He was determined to never be the reason behind her woes. *** The crossroads were tinged with a subtle orange of the setting sun. The chickens had already retired into their coop for the night. Bhoomika stood in her backyard, gazing longingly into the distance, as if expecting someone. There was a power blackout, and it was quite dark and eerie. She wasn’t quite sure, but she thought she could see a faint movement in the distance. She strained her eyes and soon enough saw someone closing in. It was the tall, handsome stranger from the train, the one who entertained her with his theatrics every day. He paused outside the fence and smiled at her.

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

Another Horax spotted it and screamed a war cry before blasting it with all he had. One by one, the arcs were revealed—four total, forming a cross in the sky. They shimmered like bleeding stars. Each one became a beacon. “Don’t stop!” I ordered, magic whipping around me like a cyclone. Every Horax in the air focused on one of the arcs. Magic poured from our hands like rivers of light—burning, relentless, divine in its fury. Minutes passed. Then the sky screamed. A single crack raced between the arcs, and then—

Wind howled through the gap, making the entire structure sway dangerously. "We'll have to find another way," Luna said immediately. "That bridge won't hold all of us." I walked to the edge and examined it. "The structure is compromised, but passable for one person at a time. We cross individually, spacing our departures by three minute intervals." "Thelma, no." Xavier grabbed my shoulder. "Look at it. Half those boards are missing. One wrong step and you'll fall." "The probability of successful crossing is approximately sixty three percent if proper caution is exercised."

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

I walked over to the long line of glass mirrors hanging above the perimeter sinks, my hands trembling as I reached down to fix the hem of my twisted skirt and pull my oversized sweater back down over my hips. I looked up at my reflection, my breath catching instantly in my throat. I reached down, my shaking fingers pulling the waistband of my skirt slightly to the side. Right there, forming directly over my pale hip bone, was a dark, deep purple mark. It was shaped perfectly by the heavy print of Leo's fingers, a brutal, undeniable brand burning into my skin where nobody else in this school would ever see it.

Holding an umbrella with one hand and steadying her with the other, he led her swiftly through the rain. Heather nestled against his solid frame, the raindrops pattering softly on the umbrella above them. Yet, despite the shelter, something tender seemed to tap gently at her heart.

Everywhere was dark in the illuminating moonlight. The crescendo moon smiling widely, yet the smile faded at the horn of a car speeding to him. Smoke lingered around, blurring the vision. Ryan’s eyes were swollen and so red it seemed someone punched him hard. Rubbing them dry, he did not consider the oncoming danger he might have. He was crossing the road with no knowledge of his surrounding. The wide road spread across the long deserted road, with a few cars seldom crossing the street.

ACROSS THE BRIDGE The bridge stretched across the raging sea. Black steel. Silver railings. Not a single bolt showed. It looked as though it had risen from the ocean itself. The Sanctuary waited in silence. Its towering walls reflected flashes of lightning. No windows. No insignia. Only one massive entrance. Aurora stood at the edge of the bridge. Alexander’s blood was still on her hands. She looked back. Paramedics surrounded him. Working frantically. Chest compressions.