Stars Crossing Novels & Stories

Something dangerous. Something that could destroy them all.

Thomas eyed the lavish roses, a flicker of unease crossing his face. "Honey, why such flamboyant flowers for me?" Imogen ignored him and walked straight toward me with a bright smile. "Surprise! How could I possibly forget Simon's birthday? I booked the flight tickets weeks ago. After dinner, we're going abroad on a family vacation." Before she could reach me, Thomas grabbed her arm. "Imogen, why are you pretending not to know me?"

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.

“I won’t—I won’t ask again—” “You won’t,” Marcus agreed. The word landed like a door slamming shut. Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Suffocating. The morning traffic continued around them, but it felt distant, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them on that crosswalk. Marcus leaned in just enough that his voice dropped even lower—private, dangerous, the kind of calm that promised worse things if ignored. “I could make you disappear,” he said evenly. “And no one would ask questions.”

As she approached, he helped her into the saddle, then climbed onto his own. The moment their mounts galloped beyond the sanctuary gates, the fog seemed to recoil. But the woods beyond remained treacherous. As they rode, Catherine whispered enchantments to cloak their presence, while Father Emmanuel—now riding with them—recited protective scriptures beneath his breath. They were not simply traveling through land anymore. They were crossing into the spiritual battlefield. They reached the river crossing by dawn. The old bridge had collapsed under mysterious circumstances, as if clawed by something massive. Catherine knelt by the splintered wood. “This wasn’t rot. Look at the burn marks.”

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

Sasha and Alec found themselves at the intersection of two shimmering paths, each leading to unknown realms in the cosmic expanse. The celestial energies hummed with anticipation as they exchanged a glance, acknowledging the weight of the choices laid before them. "Sasha," Alec began, his voice a steady undercurrent to the cosmic symphony, "we stand at the crossroads of destiny. The paths before us, they hold the echoes of countless possibilities. I can feel the weight of our choices shaping the very fabric of the astral realms."

Then she picked up her phone, and scrolled, scrolled and scrolled. Then stopped. “Business mogul and billionaire tycoon Jasper Moretti found dead in abandoned house” the headline of the news read. Her heart skipped. "Is this one of Ethan's friends?" She asked herself. “Might be a coincidence. Maybe a name sake.” She dropped the phone and took up the book once more. Flipping more pages even though her head screamed not to. She flipped once then stopped, and flipped it back. Her heart dropped. "Nolan Cross.” Boldly written in black ink, different from the others.