Stars Crossing Novels & Stories

“Then close it.” “I cannot,” I said. “Not from this side.” The cut in the sky widened slowly. Inside it, darkness moved. Not empty darkness. Layered. Textured. Like a place that had never agreed to light existing at all. A ripple passed through the packs. Several wolves whimpered. Others bristled, hackles rising. Rethan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “That is a crossing.” “Yes,” I said. “A deliberate one.” The voice returned, closer now.

The crossing is happening. “Kieran, no—!” I screamed. The pull wrapped around his back like a hook. “Stay! Fight it with me!” “I am fighting!” he roared. “But it’s stronger than me!” My hands slipped. Just a little. It was enough for air to get between our palms. I was so scared. “No, no, no—give me your hand! Your hand!” He reached out. Our fingers touched. Then we missed. The dark space jumped like a wave.

When the sickness from the Chronos jump faded, I woke to smoke. The Romano docks were burning again. The old shipping office had half collapsed, fire crews shouted beyond the ruined gates, and water from the hoses ran black across the ground. I opened my eyes and saw Luca standing near one of the black SUVs. For one second, he looked at me. Then he turned away. Celeste was trapped on the second-floor balcony of the customs building, her white dress stained with ash. Luca took a fire blanket from one of his men and crossed the burning yard without hesitation.

Damon nodded and with that, the two abruptly sprang into action, tuning to their alter-egos as Spartan and the Pink Projectile. They hurtled down their end of the other half of the bridge and met with the creatures just close to the point where the two halves of the bridge dipped into the water that was bloodied by disembodied corpses decorated by vehicles and parts of helicopters floating all over the place. Where the bridge parted with the two split ends, there was a twenty meter gap separating the speedsters from the creatures and water settled between them. The creatures roared at the two speedsters who were then able to see clearly what these things were.

"Yeah, my heart beats so fast when he's around me, he distracts my mind, and now I can't stop thinking about him," "I'm glad to hear that, I didn't expect you to meet your mate so soon, he's a Hyper and you're a Bold this would be amazing" Rosie said. After being satisfied with telling her sister, Cara returned to her room, her father called them and said that they would not come home that night and asked Cara and Rosie to be careful at home. The time was 11.30 pm, Cara was still having fun playing with her phone, Noah kept calling her but she ignored it because she wasn't in the mood to talk to Noah.

He knew she hadn’t either. She looked at him as he pulled away slowly. Still moving in slow motion, it seemed she also knew something much bigger happened than just a kiss. They both looked up to the sky at the same time to see that the sky was begin lit up by shooting stars going in every direction. He didn’t know that was going to happen. Neither did she. It seemed never-ending little trails of light going across the sky in many different directions. The light show was enough to take their breaths away.

Susan could only rely on the various images from the various crossings. Thirteen Rings was said to have thirteen wonderful corners where miraculous overtakes could happen. The best part was the bridge at the end of turn five. The road was only half as wide as before, there was no way two cars could pass. When the cars arrived there, the victor was basically determined before they reached the finish line. "Quickly look! Jeanne's half a car ahead!" On the first bend, Jeanne used her liquid nitrogen. Her car shot forward like a rocket, overtaking Naomi in an instant!

"We've been cross-referencing the Mountain Ridge information with Light Fae historical records. There are some... concerning correlations." Brynlee pulls up a holographic display showing a star chart overlaid with territorial boundaries. "The circular pattern your patrols have been tracking? It aligns perfectly with an astronomical configuration that occurs once every seven centuries." "The Night of Seven Stars," Celina adds, joining the conversation. "When the boundaries between realities thin naturally. It's mentioned in our most ancient texts as a time of potential crossing." "When is this happening?" I ask, immediately focusing on practical implications. "Three days from now," Brynlee an

Hope suddenly flared in my chest, and I straightened. "What?" I asked quickly. Desperately. But the look on her face made my heart sink, and my shoulders sag. I'd hoped too soon. "It is called the Crossing," she said. "And my child, it is dangerous." "How dangerous?" Zephyr asked. Her eyes shifted to him, then back to me. "The Crossing is when your soul travels beyond the veil, to the realm of spirits. A place between life and death. Between soul and flesh. The curse is tethered to your womb by unnatural means. To undo it… is to face it from the inside. Spirit to spirit."