Cross X Killer の小説・ストーリー

"We find a way to destroy them both." Mother's lips curved in a small, approving smile. "Finally, someone with spine." I looked between the two women, doubt warring with the temptation of revenge. "Did you see what Cross is? What he can do? He's not just a werewolf with lycan blood. He's something else entirely." "All creatures can be killed," Sara said coldly. "Even hybrids." Her certainty was both attractive and frightening. "With what? Silver barely affected him before, and now we know why. What weapon could possibly hurt something like him?" I couldn't keep the frustration from my voice.

Xavier's actions were often morally questionable, leaving him in a moral gray area. Upon noticing Jacob's distraction and how he was paying attention to Xavier, Quinn rapped on the table and asked, "Did you want my help or his?" Jacob immediately averted his gaze and said, "Of course, I'm here to ask for your help, Ms. Jowell! Please, you must help me!" With that, he immediately told Quinn about the killer's heinous acts. He started off by saying that the killer particularly targeted 17- to 18-year-old young women.

Nico yelled, firing a shot into the air. I chuckled darkly as an idea formed. I wouldn't beg for something I created. "I'll return for all of your heads," I declared, a scoff escaping my lips. "I never issue empty threats." "We'll be ready for you, killer," he said, locking his gaze onto mine. With a smirk, I walked away and climbed into Luciano's car, setting my course for his mansion. It was time to step into my power as a Donna. I held the steering hard as pictures of the stingers, my family betrayed me. They committed a grave mistake and they knew it. I would kill all of them, I'll survive without them, I always survive. I will kill them all. Once a killer, always a killer.

“What are you talking about? Dante’s killer is dead.” “Yes,” he answered quietly, “Mr. Cruz is dead. But there’s more.” I blinked at him, confused. “More?” My father leaned back in my chair, those deep grey eyes studying me intently. “Mr. Cruz wasn’t just anyone. He was X.” For a second, the name didn’t register. Then it hit. X. The name whispered through every criminal circle, the assassin whose contracts left no witnesses. I felt my throat dry. “That’s not possible.”

Just a door, left open. By mid-afternoon, Xander had tracked down a private investigator—someone he trusted. A woman named Lexi Kerr, ex-FBI. Calm. Blunt. Sharp as hell. She showed up at the penthouse like she already knew the layout. Leather jacket, cropped hair, a hard drive in one hand and a quiet promise in her eyes. "You sure you want to do this?" she asked me after Xander gave the overview. "I’m sure," I said. "Then I’m in. But just so you know—guys like Cross don’t leave trails. They leave bones."

“ I would hate to kill you in one go, you know? I want my dear son to feel the pain that I felt when his stupidness caused the death of my mate.” “ He is your son!” Thalia gritted out as her wolf bared her teeth at Cruz. “ And what’s with your facts not matching huh? I heard that you died in a pack battle, how come you are saying something entirely different?” “ Oh, that’s because Xander caught me delivering roses to your mother’s grave when I was lurking around to dig her out and alerted Carter and his mother while Brandon was away on a pack’s job, I had no choice but to make another appearance as Cruz again and make them believe how I was too hurt to come back and what not that’s why I had

There could be no loopholes. Using Rupert's connections to the international underworld, Alex assumed the identity of Xander Croix—a powerful, enigmatic mafia lord from a French crime syndicate. The real Croix had long remained in the shadows—low-profile, but feared—just like Rupert. The two men shared a long-standing pact, forged after Victor’s greed and cruelty had left blood in their paths. And now, with Croix's blessing, Alex would wear his face.

"Turns out he’s a shark. He overcharges the wealthy and terrifies the poor into taking out loans for 'critical' treatments they don't need. He has no soul." "Brother, I meant his connection to the crash," Amanda corrected. "We didn't find a direct paper trail yet, but we found this in his emergency kit." Calvin handed her a syringe containing a clear liquid. The label was marked with a single, sharp **'X'**. "What does 'X' mean?" "Some killers use initials to ensure they don't inject the wrong target or to mark their prey. It's a psychological quirk we see in the field." Calvin explained, drawing on his years of investigative experience.

"Indeed. I would have agreed with you if only you served your purpose rather than joining them. You didn't witness the shape of your father as in when I found him six years ago. Barely alive and burnt beyond recognition because of what he loved the most. You were supposed to avenge him. Avenge my best friend that was taken from me! You even killed the four wolves I sent to capture you when your transformation first came to our knowledge." "So you sent those four. Well, didn't seem like a nice capturing attempt to be. They wanted to kill me." Vigorously shaking his head, "I have nothing to say to you. Rather, I'll get rid of all abominations in the form of Landon and his kind. If you too can'

And I had realized it too late, only seeing it when- My hand clenched tightly around the crystal tumbler and I just barely restrained myself from flinging it across the room. -When Cross had killed my mother. … The man, in the end, spilled his guts, both literally and figuratively. Acker had done a mighty fine job of making the man beg for death, and after taking all the information we could on Castro’s and Cross’ plans, we finally put him to rest, courtesy of a gunshot to the head. It was then that we arrived at the casino, as Javier had informed Acker about Alicia and in turn Acker had chosen to tag along.