Cross Weapon Novels & Stories

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.”

Whoever it is that just shot my driver and is trying to kill me as well must have gotten access to the booth of my car somehow but since I couldn't turn completely to see who was trying to strangulate me, I could however, see the tip of the gun and the trigger under his hold. Then I saw the exact design on the tip of the gun after straining my eyes, it was just like the design I had seen on the gun that the loan shark used to kill my friend, Krystal, - the cross sign with the inscription, "hades" on it. I mean, I took a proper look at the gun on that day and committed it to memory for some reason because I had never seen a gun that had such a design. It made me wonder if guns do have designs

Weapons dropped. He flicked blood off the blade. A half-smirk. "Two. Put it on my tab." Sylvan and his gray wolf hit from the flanks. The wolf tackled a rear guard. Fangs into the gap between pauldron and gorget. Canines through trapezius. The man shrieked. His crossbow went flying. Sylvan caught it midair. Stock to the head of another assailant. Didn't watch the body drop. Already tracking the next.

The air crackled with electricity as Alex faced Crimson, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. Their battle was a whirlwind of acrobatics, martial arts, and expert marksmanship. Bullets whizzed through the air, punches and kicks collided with bone-crushing force. With each exchange, their rivalry intensified, pushing both combatants to their limits. In a breathtaking climax, Alex delivered a devastating blow that sent Crimson crashing through a crumbling wall. The weapon, previously within Crimson's grasp, lay exposed and vulnerable. With a rush of adrenaline, Alex disabled the device, neutralizing its threat and saving countless lives.