Cross Weapon Novels & Stories

Sometimes I think, when I can have a sexy body like her. “Wait a minute.” I hide a pair of swords behind my back. Two pistols behind the pocket of the white blazer I wore. And the folding knife I tucked into my shoe. Perfect. “Did you bring your crossbow, Claire?” “Of course, yes.” Claire also has special weapons given by the master. It has a useful crossbow in long-range attacks. William himself has a unique pistol. The bullets in them will never run out. So did Claire’s crossbow.

“Brother Xelo, did I not warn you that I would not forgive you if you give me a trash item?” Brother Xelo held his abdomen in pain and said, “Sister Juliet, this is a misunderstanding. Look carefully, this is not a normal crossbow.” Taking the crossbow out of the box, he continued, “Sister Juliet, this is the world’s most overpowered crossbow—the invisible XLT crossbow. It was made by a famous American crossbow company called the Family Spiritual Lords Company. It’s definitely a good crossbow.” Juliet got excited after she heard Brother Xelo’s explanation. She then took the crossbow from his hands.

Any moment now… Any – A sudden strike of pain erupted from my back, forcing me to fall forward onto my hands and knees. Okay, no – it’s going to become easie- The bones in my fingers were the next to break and reform. Shooting bouts of pain flew up my arms as my fingers grew shorter and my nails grew into claws. I gritted my teeth, trying to not scream out from the pain. They said this was going to be easy. Not painful. WHAT KIND OF FUDGING PAIN TOLERANCE DO THESE WOLVES HAVE!?!?!?

Hello again, guys! Like I said in my author's note, this book is a prequel to Wrenched. Underneath this note, I'll attach a little synopsis to it, so we could have an idea of what the book would be about. I would appreciate your reviews and comments like you always do. Please enjoy! WRENCHED: THE OUTSET OF THE STORY. SYNOPSIS Two friends walk the spheres of life together and are bound by common interests and ambition to be successful at a young age. They are like brothers and would do anything for one another.

I'd never be the same because of him and if I saw him again I would kill him. I walk through the dark woods making sure to make as little noise as possible. Eventually, I get to a road. A car races down the road and I could smell the fuel a mile a way. He was swerving like a drunk. Then, before I even knew it, it all went black.

James asked as he looked at the wrapped package. “Open it and find out.” He smiled as James started ripping the paper off and unfolded the leather vest. “What does it say?” “That’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, same as my jacket. But below it, it says, ‘Blood of Wrath’. That means every biker that sees it will know you’re my son,” he said. James looked up at him, his eyes glistening. “Really?” “Whenever we go to events like today, you can wear it and people will know exactly who you are.” He could feel that tug of emotions in his chest and when he looked up, Jenna was smiling brightly, he could feel that in his soul too.

Not again. As I take the third corner I’ve seen so far, my heart is pummeling against my ribs, I finally see the source of the commotion. The sight that greets me is stark and disturbing. A younger boy, I can tell by his uniform pattern, his face contorted in a mask of unimaginable fear, lay on the floor, his body wracking from the tremors. It all feels so wrong. He looks too delicate for whatever made him like this. His eyes are wide and unfocused as he claws at his throat, his mouth open in a silent scream.

The nerves in my body quietly tensed. Soon, a sleek black car pulled up at the building. Thomas's eyes lit up, and he eagerly waved his hand. "Babe!" Imogen stepped out, impeccably dressed in a cream suit, cradling an enormous bouquet of roses.

I could see where a person could be made to lay on it, face down or face up, and their legs would drape over the edge. I moved about, looking even deeper into the shadows towards the back of the room. A red velvet sofa was there, and then I spied some things I had never seen before but had read about. There was a large wooden cross shaped like an "X," with rings attached at different points and supported by other beams. I recognized this as a St. Andrew's cross, designed to have someone tied to it with their arms above their head and their legs spread and attached at the bottom of the cross.

"You both know they need emotional strength just as much as brute strength. We want this course to be challenging, to be punishing. Some of these rival packs think pure muscle is all it takes to win a war. Let’s prove them wrong. Let’s show them that if they don’t have the brain to match the braun, then strength can be useless." Maddox motioned broadly across the churning, sludgy pit. "For the crossword blocks, we build a bridge of stepping stones straight across the pit. It will need to be wide enough that when we use it for tug of war, if anyone gets pulled in, they won’t hit the stepping blocks. For every correct letter or word they solve, they get to advance. But they have to choose exac