Xenoblade Chronicles Cross Novels & Stories

"'Blood of night and flame... chosen in exile...' That's Xavier. That is Xavier." Her voice trembled. "This crest—it's not just proof. It's prophecy." She rubbed at her eyes, then stared harder at the fresco. "That scar. That tilt of the brow. Even the way he holds his blade. It's him. Or his blood." A whisper echoed in her memory—Blythe, speaking softly to Helena: "He feels like ruin and royalty. I can't tell which." Ceres's fingers trembled. "Does Mother know?" She rose to her feet, stepping back from the scroll like it might burn her.

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

But his heart clenched when his eyes landed on Xenia, her form moving gracefully, her eyes focused, but then— A stray lunged at her from behind, its claws outstretched, and before Xenia could react, she was hit. The force of the blow sent her sprawling to the ground, a cry of pain escaping her lips as she clutched her side. Kaleb's heart stopped, a roar of rage escaping him as he moved towards her, his eyes blazing with fury.

On the first painting it was imprinted “Alpha Lycaon- founder of the Crescent Park.” On the second was imprinted “Alpha Pegasus- heir to the lycaon throne.” “Tsk tsk,” I clicked my tongue as I realized the pattern to which the paintings were arranged, they were all rulers of the Bluemoon Pack and six of them were descendants of the famous Alpha Lycaon. It was imprinted on the last, “Alpha Leonidas the second.” If these men were previous rulers of the Crescent Pack, then Alpha Lucius should be Alpha Damien's father. The crescent moon mark on their chest also seems to be a birthmark only the descendants of Alpha Lycaon processes.

The chiseled muscles of his chest heaved with breaths that were anything but weary. But the moment Nyx's fingers grazed her skin, there was no time for more games. Anubis's magic surged, an explosion of sensation that sparkled against Nyx's roughness. His eyes burned with the same uncontrollable fire. The artifact forgotten, Alariq pushed Nyx up against the wall of the alley. She grabbed his hands, pressing his wrists right over his head. Close enough to feel his breath on her lips. Alariq reached down to stroke his cock.

*Cabroń* *Blyad* Xavier and Marcus, both cursed walking back to their cars, once their trucks had crossed the border without any further inquiry. ************