Stars Crossing Novels & Stories

For a brief instant, something vast moved out there, too far to make out clearly, but large enough to make the wall beneath them feel small. Mara’s hand clenched on Lucian’s arm. “Don’t stop.” They didn’t. When they reached the far end of the wall, Cael pointed to a narrow service bridge extending toward a cluster of broken towers. “That’s our way across.” Astra’s eyes narrowed. “Or our way into a trap.” “We don’t have options,” Cael replied. They crossed in single file. The bridge swayed under their weight, and the sound of wind turned almost like whispering.

The world moved forward around them, oblivious, but some lines had already been crossed — lines that could never be uncrossed. Amaka’s absence hung in the air, a quiet, persistent reminder of mortality and the darkness that had already touched their lives. And in the midst of exams, prayers, and fleeting laughter, it became clear: for some, the game had only just begun.

Only memory, rebalanced. "Three roads," he whispered. She nodded. "And others will follow." They didn't need to know where any of them went. Not today. Today, it was sufficient to know they had walked in. --- 7:11 AM — Sector R, Boundary Weave Crossing The crossing was not broad, but it was tiered: silkcord braids along tension beams, sewn with bits of flags originally flown for district designations. Those now indicated but change. Renewal. Resilience.

The shadows at the edges of their vision grew bolder, taking on vague, humanoid shapes that mimicked their movements. The group reached a narrow chasm, a void of swirling black energy cutting across their path. A thin bridge of jagged rock stretched over it, barely wide enough for one person at a time. “I’ll go first,” Aria volunteered, testing the bridge with a cautious step. It held, but the sound of cracking stone echoed ominously as she moved. One by one, they crossed, the shadows creeping closer with each step. As Alex reached the middle of the bridge, the Nexus pulsed violently in their hand, sending a shockwave through their body. They gasped, stumbling.

The route shuddered as if that distinction itself burned. The route creature dragged itself forward another inch, all stolen mouths trembling with effort. “First crossing joins scent to memory,” it whispered. “Second crossing joins memory to future. Third crossing makes the pair a road.” Its grey eyes fixed on us with wet, fascinated hunger. “The old line failed because it could never force both hearts to open at once. But you…” It shivered. “You keep reaching for each other voluntarily.” “That is the least seductive sales pitch I have ever heard,” I said.

You probably don’t even know what Tribulation Crossing is! And so, Tegan’s movements did not stop even a little. “Stars and Sea Strike!” He brought out his most lethal move. Meanwhile, Spencer just slapped him casually. That gesture he made was like one swatting a fly. Boom! The ‘fly’ together with the sabre that he swatted slammed onto the ground.

His expression suddenly changed. He looked toward the Gate. “They’re calling him.” Kael immediately stepped forward. “Who?” Rowan pointed. “The people inside.” The Gate shuddered. A sound came from beyond it. Thousands of voices whispering at once. Come. My skin prickled. Seraphine took a step backward. “It’s beginning.” “What is beginning?” Kael demanded. “The crossing.” I stared at her. “What crossing?” “The worlds are touching.” A crack appeared across the surface of the Gate.

she explained. I saw this coming, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. “Okay,” I said simply. There was nothing I could do except to accept it. Besides, this was great news—leaving Raven City was a sure way to avoid crossing paths with Sky again. The next few days blurred together, and before I knew it, we were packing for Starling City.

But, I had just found out that I was expecting Rosy, and I was completely turned around by the news. I hear the sound of tires followed by a boom. Two cars had just collided at an intersection. No smell of blood and more fear than harm, apparently. Intersection... Crossroads. I look down at my screen again and try to enter the place's name. A muffled cry leaves my lips. In the West, lost on the road in the middle of nowhere. Placed at an unlikely crossroads : Crossroad Café.

I didn't want to see her name, carved in stone, marking the place where my heart decayed. The orange and red roses were beautiful, and the arrangement was elaborate. A small memory niggled at the back of my mind as I recalled talking about how much Leah loved red and orange roses. They reminded her of the rising sun in the morning, just before it breached the horizon. The vibrant colors painted the sky, a promise of a new day with new adventures, new expectations, and new potential.