Cross X Killer Novels & Stories

“ 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.

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.

I don’t know how much power those souls can give, but it has to be a lot if he thinks it will give him a shot. Instantly, Phoenix and my dad are on his heels, prepared to kill. My dad’s wolf crashes into Xavier, making his face slam into the glass chamber and as Xavier body slides to the ground, my dad’s wolf puts his throat in his mouth. Still aware of everything going on, the wolf looks up to Phoenix, waiting for Phoenix to confirm the death. Phoenix presses his lips together and gives him a single nod, confirming the kill. Without hesitation, his wolf’s teeth pierces through Xavier’s neck and rips it out. It’s like the weight in the room is lifted as this death officially ended Xavier Bla

I scoffed briefly seeing I had crushed his ego. "So now when I opened your phone, I slid through and surfed. I finally found some conversations you had with Rhett here and Ace. I saw how you guys laughed about fooling Brad and found out your plan to kill him In three days time when you embark on your attack on Adrian. I also found out that you have been the one who had been orchestrating the killings of our pack members and then claimed it was Adrian. It is so disgusting how you would stoop so low just so you could prove your point that you are the greatest. You also inscribed DM on of the corpses just so you could make it more believable." I said. Everyone's countenance rose in shock.

Where it had struck Alexander, his skin was smoking. "Alexander!" I scrambled toward him, but he held up a hand, his eyes fixed on the broken window. "Stay back." "Your shoulder—" "It will heal." But his voice was strained. "Don't touch the cross. The silver—it's poisoned. For my kind." I stared at the object on the floor, my heart pounding. A cross. Through the window. Someone had thrown a cross into Alexander's bedroom. Someone knew what he was. Someone wanted him dead. "Who—" I started.

But two years ago, I discovered the truth. The truck that killed my parents belonged to the Callaghan family's company. And it was no accident—it was a deliberate act under Florence's command.

Adaeze's team was jamming the signal from three different locations. Cross spat blood. "You cannot stop all of them. One will get through." Zara pressed the gun to his temple. "Then you call it off. Now." Cross laughed. "I cannot. The trigger is already pulled. The files are with a network producer in Atlanta. The story drops in one hour if I do not send the kill code. And I will not send it." Damien's claws sank deeper into Cross's shoulder. "Then you die here." Zara stopped him. "No. We need the kill code. We need the producer's name."

Suddenly, I’m aware that if Xavier walks in right now, this stops being emotional. It becomes war. “Kendrick.” Xavier’s voice cuts through the room like a blade. He’s standing in the doorway, shoulders rigid, eyes locked not on his brother— But on me. His gaze drops briefly to my mouth. Then to my wrist. The red marks on my wrist were very obvious. I moved instantly creating space between Kendrick and me as soon as I saw the direction of his gaze. Something in his expression changes. Dangerously. “What is this?” Xavier asks, his voice low.