Xenoblade Chronicles Cross Novels & Stories

“Today, that transparency is under attack by the Sovereign State of Xylos. They are not fighting for profit; they are fighting for the right to maintain their own darkness. Their weapon—the Chronos Echo—is designed to make you doubt your history, your contracts, and your future.” She revealed the SSX’s intent without compromising the SLP’s technical integrity. She promised a defense that would be absolute. The broadcast was a success—it shifted public fear toward measured resolve, but it also painted a massive target on The Dawn Project. With the Chronos Engine Blueprints secured, Lena began the analysis. Her conclusion was devastating:

I assumed the farce had finally ended, but as I stood in the luxury boutique listening to the manager's report on last quarter's new arrivals, those same familiar leather soles echoed behind me once more. I turned, and there stood Thomas at the entrance, arm crossed with a scowl. "It's you again! Bumpkins and freaks have no business in high-end stores." He sauntered inside, sizing me up like discarded trash. "We don't sell cheap grocery bags here, old man." His gaze swept the displays before locking on the limited-edition crocodile-skin shoes in the clerk's hands. He said simply, "I'll take those." The clerk hesitated, glancing at me. "Sir..."

he uses his other hand to flimsily gesture in my direction, peeking from the gaps in between his fingers. Bell immediately shields her own eyes when spotting me, "I'm blind!" She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. "Max, what did you do to Benley?! Bring his nose back!" "Zie nose zis zasgusting!" Ramos yells and pulls a face too before suddenly fainting. I'm officially done for today.

I pulled the ancient records from the sealed chest under the hearth—scrolls marked with the names of blood-bound siblings, rare twin bonds, and one that bore Mia’s name. Ryker read over my shoulder. “‘Subject displayed unnatural resistance to Luna magic,’” he quoted aloud. “‘Refused Moonlight trials. Rejected by sacred pools.’” I looked at him. “She wasn’t just jealous. She was corrupted early. Something dark took root in her.” “Something fed it.” I unrolled the last scroll, marked with a faded seal. A pact. Signed in blood. Not to the Council. To something older. “Shadowborne,” Ryker whispered.

I still felt the ache, but I buried it deep. Eight years of love, two lifetimes of entanglement — it had to end. As I sat there, sinking into grief I couldn’t climb out of, a message alert broke the silence. I picked up my phone. It was from Sienna. [So what if you're the daughter of the Moonfang pack's Alpha, Lorelei? I will make Marcus choose me over and over again!] [Must be tough spending Christmas alone, right? Don't worry. You'll soon get used to this loneliness and despair. Marcus will forever choose to be with me. Wait and see. I'm the future Luna.]

It's leaves are a vibrant red and catch the fading light beautifully. My mate wipes at some tears on her cheeks, then leans down to place a bouquet of wildflowers at the base of the tree. Celeste places a token of her own, a sealed photograph of her parents. I recognize the photo as one I saw on the walls of the Cross house ten years ago. A wedding photo of the happy couple, though this one is not splattered in blood. I have no idea where the young she-wolf got a copy of it from. Both sisters kneel on the dirt besides this shrine made to their parents. I can smell the salt of their tears, and my mate pulls her sister in close for an embrace.

The Lighten coughs in blood trying to resist from the five beings. “This is hilarious! He really thinks he can still live after this.” Matteo grab the Lighten’s head and let him see the battlefield. “See?” The southern borders is covered with blood and corpses of the defeated battalion. The sand is all red, dark, and stinky. The battle has almost ended and the sight has brought pleasure to the victorious squad. “See?’’ “c-Cr-cro-crossbr-…crossbreeds…I-“ Matteo strikes him to death with his sharp stone mold. “That ends it here.”, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten.

All I need to do now is to break free fully from the timeline because only in that way will they be able to protect my family and friends including my pack.

He tried to touch the flower but recoiled as his fingers burned on contact. “Never,” he winced. “That's why we couldn't smell the blood. The mistletoe was blocking the scent.” “She got the scent,” Cameron pointed out. “She touched it. I remember stories my dad told me about his grandma’s brother who died from inhaling it. Mistletoe isn't as dangerous as wolfsbane, but it will do damage.” “She just touched a whole bunch of it,” Franklin crouched. “You know what this means, Tristan. If she can touch it, she isn't one of us.”

She sliced down her own palm and pressed our bloody wounds together. Lilac murmured something about this being wholly unsanitary. I never got the chance to voice my agreement. “I, Alpha Lyra Huxley, relinquish my title. I pass it, along with my lands and people, on to you, Alpha Nox Griffin and Luna Lilac Einar. May my people become yours. May they find peace and prosperity under your rule.” A rush of awareness filled my mind, illuminating the voices of hundreds of thousands. Emotions pelted me in waves. Rather than fight them, I let their waters wash over me. I embraced each one and could feel it through the bond as Lilac did the same.