Your Cross To Bear Novels & Stories

“Shift! Now!” Hugo bellowed in protest, but slowly shifted back to a naked man. Both girls averted their eyes while that happened. Larin threw Hugo’s bag to him. “Get dressed. Remember, they aren’t used to your hairy backside on display for everyone to see.” Larin didn’t stop there. He kept going. “What are you doing? Why did you go through as a bear? The larger you are, the more dangerous the crossing is.” “I encountered a waystation of sorts. The ones made by the ancient Fae. But I wasn’t alone there.”

He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding and sat back. “Get ready. We’re leaving now.” He stood abruptly and began pulling on his travel clothes. Outside the tent, it was still dark. The only light came from a sliver of the moon hanging low in the dawn sky, casting long, skeletal shadows across the camp. “Are you sure we should leave yet?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. “Yes. We have to cross the Fire Crossroad before night falls. Remember the Land of the Lone Wolves I told you about? We can’t be caught there in the dark.”

I asked, cutting him off, my tone sharper now. His jaw clenched, the muscles twitching with tension. “Maybe you should consider their…” “Don’t,” I snapped, rising to my feet so quickly my chair scraped against the floor. Zion surged forward, my wolf’s growl vibrating through my chest. “How dare you even suggest that?” “I meant no disrespect, Alpha,” Cross said, lowering his gaze in submission. “But if we don’t act soon, this could destroy us.”

"No. Because right now, I just want to live this moment. I don't want to think about anything else. Not him. Not the past. Not the future. Just... this." Cross didn’t say anything for a long time. Then, finally, he exhaled and muttered, “Selfish.” I turned my head toward him, my lips quirking. “Very.” A small chuckle rumbled in his chest before his expression grew serious. "Ari… I need to tell you something." I frowned, shifting so I was facing him again. "What is it?" Cross ran a hand through his messy hair, his eyes darkening. "The Don." A chill ran through me.

"I don't know what you are, but no enemy of God will speak such blasphemy in front of me and in this holy place! I've accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior and I know he will protect me!" "Oh please, look at that foolish token you're holding, at the broken man nailed to that cross. Does he look like he is in any condition to help you? To protect you from me? You foolish humans think that those crosses will keep you safe, but it's the opposite. What you carry is the symbol of the pathetic and defeated Son of God, dying like an animal in the wilderness with a broken leg. I saw him go up on the cross, I heard his cries of agony, and I saw the spear blade pierce his chest. You carry with y

Cross looked at me and his expression did something complicated and for one second I saw genuine conflict move through his face, something real and human underneath everything Creek had made him into. Then he looked away. And stepped toward the door behind the female wolf. "Cross," I said. He stopped without turning around. "Whatever Creek has on you," I said. "Whatever he is holding over your head. It ends when he goes down. And he is going down." I kept my voice completely steady. "But if you walk out that door tonight you become the thing that helps him survive and everything you testified to, every truth you told, becomes something he uses to destroy you."

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.

And they're finally learning to cross it. End of Chapter 179

she pointed at the table. She did?. No wonder Sky said something about me taking an excuse to stay at home. “I’ll go to the temple with my mom tomorrow to pray on your behalf, okay? I'll pray specifically for you to get well soon, and cast out evil eyes!” “Isn’t that exaggerated?” Claire, one of the girls said, and we laughed. “Melissa, you should become a nun instead, so that your daily prayers can wipe out your bad luck,” another girl called Quincy said, and another round of laughter followed.