Stars Crossing Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I'm here." "So, is that a yes to lunch?" Mason smiled down at me. He raised his hand, his fingers moving slowly as he reached toward my face. "You've got a stray piece of hair right here." He extended his arm, his fingers gently catching a loose strand of hair near my cheek, slowly tucking it behind my ear. His thumb lightly brushed the edge of my jawline. Across the hallway, a loud crash echoed through the corridor. Leo had launched himself forward, slamming a metal locker door shut with so much raw, explosive force that the glass in the nearby notice board rattled violently in its frame. Jax jumped back, his basketball dropping to the floor with a loud bounce.

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.

“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.

Rosie said. "I don't know, I told Gemma but since I was wearing my blocker at the time, I can't figure out the answer" "If he really is your mate, that means you guys are missing each other" Rosie said and Cara was silent. The statement was true, if they were indeed a pair, the universe should have brought them together that day. But they instead missed each other. Although fate will bring them together again at another time and that's for sure. But hopefully when that time comes, Cara will still be in this world.

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!

Upside down, disoriented, Cross groaned beside me. "Cross! Are you okay?" My voice trembled, the fear seeping through. His groans intensified, a disconcerting melody of pain. The world outside the shattered windshield blurred. Cross had blood dripping from his head onto the floor as we hung there, held up by our seatbelts.