The Crux Novels & Stories

He knows I don’t skimp on the good liquor. The door opens and I stand up. Crane appears through the door with Matt as he closes the door behind him. Crane seems to be frozen in time. He looks old and wrinkled and well past his prime but is still as active as a young wolf. His eyebrows stand up like they were electrocuted and his nose is slightly crooked. I’m sure in his prime he was better looking. Now, he looks like life has fucked him every day and he can’t remember the safe word.

I stood up too and went to my room. ****** I wake up the next day feeling menstrual cramp, I groan in pain holding my stomach tightly. My monthly break is not always easy for me and I can't skip school today because of test that was schedule to behold today. I stood up from bed holding my stomach tightly and saw blood stain on the bed sheet. I enter bathroom and shower. Has I came out of the bathroom, I dress up quickly in a multi_color gown and wrap a purple veil then took my hand bag with my phone and emerge out of the room.

A sharp crack of thunder echoed outside Cross Industries as Elena stood in the boardroom’s shadowed corner, her pulse steady but fierce. The glass walls reflected a battlefield of power—rows of executives seated stiffly, eyes darting between Damian Cross and Julian Crane, the rival who had spent years waiting for this exact day.

Either he knows the true reason behind all that unwanted senseless death or there is a whole other reason I don’t know of. “I...heard some parts of it. Why?” “Okay, there’s this person who was a tri-brid.” “A tri-brid? You mean..?” “A werewolf, vampire, and a witch.” “Wait, do they ever existed?” “They did. So, there was an entire clan of tri-brids in the late 19’s. But since they were so powerful and they could literally manipulate, torture or use the other clans, every creature was at their lowest. Because they misused their powers terribly.”

Jess hugged her and held her while she cried. “I’m just trying to make sense of this. He has always been so careful. I just don’t know how this could happen and for you to witness it. I just can’t wrap my head around it. My heart hurts for us both.” Krys started to walk out of the closet and turned to hand her Trevor’s shirt. Just over her shoulder standing in the corner of Jess’ room stalked the shadow figure. His stance was threatening and Jess knew she had to get Krys out quickly.

I walked closer. “Meaning?” Her voice dropped slightly. “Whoever handled this… wasn’t treating him.” A pause. Then… “They were maintaining him.” The words settled slowly. Dangerously. “For what?” I asked. She held my gaze. “I don’t know yet.” Silence again. But this time… It wasn’t empty. It was a building. Marcus stepped forward again. “Sir… there’s something else.” I didn’t look at him. “Speak.” “The access point…”

I read the content quickly with my eyes, it's a letter of admission addressed to me from a certain 'Mooncrust Academy. I look ahead of me, where towers reach high into the sky, their spires lost in the fog. I squint my eyes to look in the distance. The angular tip has a glowing engraving 'MOONCRUST ACADEMY.', a sense of dread envelopes me but not the kind I felt when I turned to the hungry rogues in the darkness behind me.

Lucy stood up and left his office. On getting to the third floor, she accidentally collided with Micheal who was walking towards her with his head buried in a book that looked like a proposal. He slightly raised his head and his eyes met Lucy’s. As Lucy and Michael locked eyes, a mix of surprise and discomfort washed over them. They both knew that their encounter was bound to be filled with tension and unspoken emotions. Awkwardly, they both stopped halfway staring at each other without uttering a word. The silence between them was deafening as they stood there, unsure of what to say or how to address each other. Memories of their passionate moments together flooded their minds, making it ev

Christian held her in his arms, he couldn't help but feel her floral scent, he sighed, impregnating himself with that scent, at the same time searching for a way to control the growing emotions provoked by her closeness. Meanwhile, she felt agitated, especially as her heart began to pound like a noisy locomotive out of control.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as the scene before her sank in. “Oh my God!” she screamed, her voice wild and trembling. We froze instantly, the air thick with shock and guilt. The truth—our secret—was laid bare in a single, horrifying moment. I dropped my gaze to the floor, unable to meet her eyes, while Crystal stood rooted, shame flooding his face. Anne’s bag slipped from her hand and thudded against the floor, the sound echoing like a final blow.