Xenoblade Chronicles Cross Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Even for a dragon. “Blaze…?” Persia called out. “Just skip him. I heard his name from Kuroyuki.” I said. The person sitting next to Blaze is the guy with the brown hair and glasses. Every time he nudges his glasses, there’s always a glint. “Name: Kronos Y Chronocock. Human. Ranked Seven. Codename: .” Am I actually imagining symbols from his words…? How scary. “Arsenal…? This means you had a lot of weapons in your hand…?”

I said. Meridia and I turned around to see undead inklings walking towards us “Fragmenters, undead remnants of Shattered Inkopolis” I said as I grab a fused weapon of the X-Blade from Kingdom Hearts and Dawnbreaker from Elder Scrolls B: Skyrim known as the Blade of Dawn. I look at Meridia holding her beacon filled with her light “let’s deal with these Fragmenters first before we continue” I said.

That afternoon, Leonard Chen received a call from Michelle Xia. She expressed willingness to appear on a live stream alongside Brandon Su to promote "Star Path." However, she requested that they also promote her pseudonym and work during the broadcast. Brandon Su was a contracted writer with ScribeSphere, and the rights to "Star Path" had been acquired by NexRealm Studios from ScribeSphere. Michelle Xia, too, was a contracted writer with ScribeSphere. Given her involvement in the design of "Star Path's" game narrative alongside Brandon Su, her desire to promote her work during the live stream seemed reasonable.

“The rebels ask: will you lead the strike on Skyforge Citadel?” Lucien rose, pulling Vera up beside him. “We will,” he affirmed. “But we need more than blades and bombs.” He glanced at Vera’s throat scar. “We need to awaken every hybrid and sympathetic soul.” Selene frowned. “The Citadel’s pulse weapon will sterilize latent Starblood. We must act fast.”

AUTHOR'S POV Heavy June rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the underground bar, drowning out the low thumping bass. Yvonne crossed her arms over her expensive trench coat, shivering as the damp, stifling humidity clung to her skin. The subterranean tavern smelled of wet dog, stale beer, and raw ozone from the thunderstorm raging across the city. Sitting across the sticky wooden booth, a man with a jagged scar down his neck lazily counted the stacks of crisp hundred-dollar bills. Securing her position as Luna meant cutting out Chandler’s obsession at the root, and this human mercenary was the only blade sharp enough to do it.

“Brother Xelo, did I not warn you that I would not forgive you if you give me a trash item?” Brother Xelo held his abdomen in pain and said, “Sister Juliet, this is a misunderstanding. Look carefully, this is not a normal crossbow.” Taking the crossbow out of the box, he continued, “Sister Juliet, this is the world’s most overpowered crossbow—the invisible XLT crossbow. It was made by a famous American crossbow company called the Family Spiritual Lords Company. It’s definitely a good crossbow.” Juliet got excited after she heard Brother Xelo’s explanation. She then took the crossbow from his hands.

Ronan wanted to forget about his nightmare and the only way he knows that would be effective is none other than use Cross. Use pain, pleasure, and even disgust that only Cross could bring him that would completely kick his nightmare all away from his mind. He has never interacted with an Alpha like this in his entire life and Cross’s reaction when he said they should fuck right now is something he wants to see all the time. Something with the sudden controlled expression Cross had brought pride in him—in the Omega inside of him. That Omega inside of him is celebrating as if he has hit the jackpot.

There's no way a thirteen-year-old girl and a sixteen-year-old-" "Seventeen," I cut her off and she rolls her eyes. "Seventeen to go head to head with an extremely powerful mob boss with him." "We just need documents. Find evidence," I say, getting up as well. "You can't infiltrate his business." "Sure you can. You said it yourself, if I start treating him right, he might find it interesting to get me in. Show me around." "You don't want to do that." "Why not?" "Because of Lanton. He's always with him, learning everything, understanding the transactions, meeting the business partners..."