Your Cross To Bear Novels & Stories

Something answered. A deep...Heartbeat. Boom. Boom. Boom. Every instinct inside me screamed. Run now. I spun around. Only then did I notice it. A faint silver barrier stretched between two ancient stones. It was invisible until now. The barrier was crackling softly. It was a ward. One clearly designed to keep something...Out. Or in. I stared in horror. "I crossed this..." Bey's voice became frighteningly serious. “Yes.” "...Can I cross back?"

He laughed to himself and steeled himself even more. After what felt like a few years of walking to him he finally saw it. The crossroad. The roads were dusty yellow with a few cracks travelling through them. The man stood on the left side of the road where at the edge of it stood an old wooden sign post that threatened to fall at any moment. The signs were pointing towards a direction with the names on them. The forwards, left, right arrows read ‘NOWHERE’, while the last arrow which pointed towards the road that he came from read, ‘MAYBE SOMEWHERE’.

“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.”

"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

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.

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.

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

As I land on all fours I stretch out and shake my fur to get the rest of the skin and blood off. My bear's name is Yona. It's Cherokee for bear. Our mate stood there smiling like a lunatic. "Holy crap. This is amazing. You are so furry." She walked up and started running her hands through our dark brown fur. She didn’t even mind getting a bit of blood on her hands. It was mostly off but there was always a bit left. Humans were usually terrified of Yona. He has a huge scar on his right eyelid. Another scar on his side and a huge scar down the left side of his ribs. All from war. All from trying to defend his people and the people who stood up for him.

“He wants to watch you come undone. That spark you’ve got? That fire? He doesn’t worship it. He breaks it.” I nod slowly. The ache in my chest sharpens into resolve. “Thanks,” I murmur. “Really.” He touches my arm, quick and fierce. “You promise me, Lana. You see him coming, you turn the other way. You call me if you can’t. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night.” “I promise,” I whisper. Because I mean it. Because I have to. Because Nathan Cross is the kind of man who leaves beautiful wreckage behind.

My only saving grace was that the door was wide open, so I doubted he’d try anything. “Are you ok Miss Cross?” he questioned. Something clicked for me. “How do you know my name?” “It’s on the register,” he replied. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Except it says Hunt on the register.” He scratched the back of his neck, bringing my attention to his delicious arms. “Lucky guess?” There was something strange going on here, but I ignored it as I smirked, walking up to him. “Mr Cage whose full name I don’t know, you’re coming off as a stalker right now.”