Cross Weapon Novels & Stories

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.

“Easy kitten. I’ve got you.” I stopped struggling and caught my footing, giving him a nod of thanks. He let me go, moving closer to the bed to turn on a lamp. Soft pink light filled the room and I looked and the large wooden black X I had just bumped into. “What is it?” “A saltire’s cross.” Bash said, moving to stand behind me. “It’s used for tying someone down and teasing them.” I looked over to the metal table beside the cross. Rows of knives were neatly arranged onto the tray, well they would have been if I hadn’t just bumped into them.

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.

“But sharpen the edge—if it catches against armored hide, it could fail you.” Across the room, Christen was bent over a rack of crossbows, inspecting the strings with keen eyes. “Too tight,” he muttered to a soldier, loosening it. “A snapped string will cost you your life in the field.” His voice carried authority that made even seasoned fighters nod in respect.

he moves closer to the child and pinch his small nose The girl looks at the weapons with great distrust and grab a crossbow and look at the CEO with a confused face “but mister, we don’t know how to use a crossbow?” with a soft voice, she asks the mastermind and the latter just laugh it off “Oh, I didn’t mention that all of the CHILDREN, working here in our company. They customized weapons just for you guys, Yaayy!” the man squealed and raise both of his hands in the air while shaking it

From the corner of his eyes, he saw his sword lying just a few feet away. Slade raised his fist for the final blow. “Now say your goodbye, you fucking traitor—” In that heartbeat, Cross summoned every ounce of strength left in him. With a swift roll to the side, he snatched the sword and drove it upward with all his might. The blade pierced straight through Slade’s chest. Slade’s eyes went wide, shock flashing across his face. He staggered back, blood seeping through his shirt as his hands grasped at the blade.

He was surrounded by boxes of specialized ammunition—heavy, armor-piercing bolts designed for his oversized mechanical crossbow. While Dylan and Zephyrine were immersed in the physical heat of the fight, Axel was in a world of trajectories and wind-speeds. It also helped that he was a vampire. He saw the way the enemy's formation was shifting. He saw the hidden reserves waiting in the shadows of the southern gate. "Adjusting for three-degree crosswind," Axel muttered.

Andrew’s cross dominated one corner, its X-frame equipped with buckles that glinted menacingly. Whips coiled like sleeping serpents, canes aligned by thickness of varying degrees of torment. Ball gags with silicone spheres, blindfolds in soft velvet and harsh leather, nipple clamps adorned with tiny silver bells that promised to chime with every shudder. Collars, spreader bars, feather ticklers juxtaposed against riding crops—everything screamed precision, dominance, a symphony of pain woven into exquisite pleasure.

What on earth are they even using as a weapon…! “No, wait, hold it.” I quickly muttered. “One-by-one please tell me what weapons are you guys even using?” “Sword,” August said while making a display with his sword. “Cards,” Persia said, showing me a deck of spade royal straight flush with the golden cards on her hand. “Those junks earlier,” Kronos muttered. Huh? You gave me junk? “You want me to punch you?” Blaze uttered. Why punch me? You could’ve eaten me if you want.

That managed to get some laughter from the students. "Now, the most common wand holsters are the ones that are attached to the side of your legs, to the side of your chest, and to the under part of your forearm. The last one, the forearm wand holster is used only by adults and it is not because of some law or something like that. If you all take your wands and compare the length of it with the length of your forearm you will find that, normally, the wand is longer and that is obvious because you all are still children."