Stars Crossing Novels & Stories

She picked up the radio. --- 0317. Crossing team reports contact. The first exchange at Ash Crossing was brief and violent. Gareth's column hit the ford and found thirty warriors waiting—not a defensive line, a harassing position. They moved, they hit, they fell back to secondary positions along the bank. They didn't hold. The crossing team's job was to make it expensive. They made it expensive. Radio reports came in fragmented—Stefan's command voice steady underneath the noise of the contact. "They're committing to the ford. Main body pushing across. Crossing team is working the flanks—" A burst of static. "Crossing team reports two wounded, pulling back per protocol—"

Cassian gave the order. “Cross carefully.” The soldiers began moving across the bridge one by one. The canyon beneath them dropped hundreds of feet into darkness. Wind howled through the rocky walls. Luna walked carefully beside Kael. “I hate heights,” she muttered. Kael grinned. “Try not to fall.” “Very funny.” Halfway across the bridge… The wind suddenly stopped. Completely. Aeron frowned. “That’s not normal.” Then the sky darkened. Clouds twisted above the canyon. Cassian looked up sharply.

The Crossing Saxa The tear widens, not slowly, not cautiously. The ground rips open unceremoniously with a grinding sound that rattles through the clearing like stone being dragged across bone. The threads surge toward it instantly. Dozens of glowing lines pouring into the opening like blood rushing to a wound. The forest shudders. Trees bend violently as the magical current lashes through their roots. Behind the tear— The silver eyes multiply. Two. Four. Six. Jesus Christ.

In that moment, surrounded by family, friends, and the soft glow of hope, Amara knew with unshakable certainty that the line had been crossed, and she would never walk back. No storm, no doubt, and no shadow could ever undo the love they had fought so fiercely to claim. And as she gazed at Liam, she understood that the crossroads she once feared had led her to exactly where she belonged, by his side, ready to face the future, hand in hand, heart to heart, forever.

She crossed one of her legs over the other. "It's time for her to know the true definition of her daughter. I'll make her see through me whether she likes it or not." I chuckled delightfully, positively imagining the supposed successful outcome of Sally's idea.

The nerves in my body quietly tensed. Soon, a sleek black car pulled up at the building. Thomas's eyes lit up, and he eagerly waved his hand. "Babe!" Imogen stepped out, impeccably dressed in a cream suit, cradling an enormous bouquet of roses.

Damon crossed the floor, running a critical eye over every detail; the lighting, the projection angles, the placement of the CrossTech insignia. Everything was under control. Just as he liked it. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought remained. ShadowByte is out there. And when Damon Cross wanted something, it was only a matter of time.

He took the landing at a sharp angle, turning right onto the tightest, most bottlenecked stretch of the stairwell and stopped dead in his tracks. Marcus was coming up. The stairwell was so tightly packed with moving bodies that there were only a few inches of open space between them. Standard logic dictated that one of them should step back into a alcove or press their spine against the brick wall to let the other pass. But neither did. Their shared, stubborn pride instantly flared into a blaze, locking both of them into their respective paths. Instead of yielding, they kept moving directly into each other. The collision was instant and agonizingly intimate. In the tight bottleneck of the cr

You won't be the first to fail. The street ahead of us started to split open. A chasm formed, deep and dark with more of those screaming tendrils reaching up from the depths. "Jump!" Axel didn't wait. He ran and leaped across the gap. Made it to the other side and turned to catch anyone who needed help. Willow and Walter jumped together. They made it. Then Brady and Marcus, both barely clearing the gap. Erina sent her shadow fiends across first, then used them as a bridge. She ran across the writhing mass and made it to the other side.

" He accelerated. The engine roared, eating up the desolate miles. I touched the pocket of my cargo pants. The notebook was still there. The Valravn, I thought. They know the terrain. They are probably watching us right now. I scanned the tree line. Nothing but gray bark and snow. But I knew better. Predators didn't let themselves be seen until it was too late. THE CROSSING Dead Man's Drop was a geological scar a massive ravine that separated the pack territories from the unregulated North. A single bridge spanned the gap. It was an old steel truss structure, rusted and groaning in the wind. Damian stopped the truck at the entrance to the bridge. "Checkpoint," he said, pointing ahead. There