Cross Weapon Novels & Stories

But, I had just found out that I was expecting Rosy, and I was completely turned around by the news. I hear the sound of tires followed by a boom. Two cars had just collided at an intersection. No smell of blood and more fear than harm, apparently. Intersection... Crossroads. I look down at my screen again and try to enter the place's name. A muffled cry leaves my lips. In the West, lost on the road in the middle of nowhere. Placed at an unlikely crossroads : Crossroad Café.

Her long warrior's machete suddenly chopped down with a sinister force. Yang Xiao raised his Dragon's Wrath Sword and blocked the attack of the warrior's long saber. Sparks flew when they collided. He instantly retreated to the side and accidentally stepped on a gear with his right foot. Instantly, a strong crossbow shot out from the surrounding walls and went straight to his body. Yang Xiao flew backward in an instant, and then the crossbows hit the street continuously. He couldn't dodge in time, and a crossbow brushed his hair and shot straight to the opposite wall.

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 declared, grabbing my wrist before I could object. They were seated in a circle, not far from where we originally sat. Nathan had no choice but to join us. I whispered to Nora. “What's a T or D?” “Short for Truth or Dare,” she said. The rules were simple. Answer the question… or do the dare. And if you refused, you finish one bottle of alcohol. “Let the game begin,” someone said, lifting a bottle with a grin.

Yet this act of power did nothing to deter the mindless pawns that were closing in. "Nature's Cross" James chanted. His stance was inch perfect, his technique exceptional. The result? A Nature's Cross that put his practice cross to shame. Twice as big as the one he conjured earlier, and at least three times faster, the magnificent sword lights rushed towards two of the unfortunate pawns, intent on being the platform for their crucifixion. *BANG* The cross exploded loudly, having successfully impaled two of his assailants, and leaving a large dent in the ground, proof of its power. James panted loudly, his eyes were beginning to fail him. His steps faltered as he slightly bent over, exhausted

She laid it before us and when Weston tossed the fabric to the side, our mouth almost gaped when we saw a crossbow. “This is the weapon I know that could help you.” He then rummaged inside the drawer behind him and pulled some items before he placed it on top of the stone table. There were some wooden stakes etched with the symbol I had seen on the other weapons. “And these can be useful too.” “What is that symbol?” I asked Weston as his eyes flitted to it, tracing his finger across the mark.

She smelled like mint and lavender, a combo I didn't know was my favourite until now. My left hand reached for the zipper of her red dress, pulling it down. I unclasped her bra with practiced ease, and everything fell down to her waist. I reached for one of her breasts, fondling it, while my mouth instinctively went for the other, earning me another moan, and I found out I suddenly wanted to hear that sound forever. She held onto me for support, while I ravaged them. My crotch area was painfully hard, it had started to hurt at this point.

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.”

Cross asked without turning. "Yes," I answered, moving closer to the fire. "Thank you." He turned then, his gaze taking in my appearance with an unreadable expression. "Sit," he pointed to a chair near the hearth. "Let me look at those wounds." I sat obediently, too drained to resist. Cross knelt before me, taking my wrists gently in his hands. His touch was surprisingly gentle for someone who had nearly strangled his brother hours earlier. "They hurt you," he said, examining the red welts. It wasn't a question.

I twisted the wedding ring on my left hand and calmly watched Victor walk down from the stage, step by step toward me. When he reached me, he knelt on one knee and held up the ring. "Marry me, Claire." I sneered and swatted his hand away, showing the diamond ring on my ring finger. "Mr. Whitmore, please show some respect. I'm a married woman." His pupils dilated in shock, but the next second they suddenly lit up as he said excitedly, "Claire, you're still jealous of Emma, so you're making up this excuse to brush me off, right?