Cross Weapon Novels & Stories

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.

The Crossbearer. Fuck.

Alaric wrapped his arms around Seraphina from behind and kissed her cheek. “Didn’t you say you wanted a little thrill? Do you think doing it here counts as thrilling?” Seraphina flushed and hung up immediately. For a moment, my mind went blank. They had no shame left. The phone rang again. I answered mechanically. “Mr. Blackwood, the welcome display for the wedding is ready. Would you like to see it?” I forced a smile. “Change the bride’s picture. I’ll send a new one.” After hanging up, I ignored the nurse and left the hospital.

"Alpha, you may claim your bride." Greyson raised his spear, and I mirrored him, raising mine as the elder instructed. At his signal, we crossed our weapons, not in competition, but in solidarity. I turned my spear and pressed its butt against the stone beneath my feet, giving up my right to stand alone, and Greyson did the same.

He stammered, opening his other hand. Harley forced herself to look and when she did, her eyes widened both in shock and relief. Laying in the palm of his hand was the cross. The chain it had hung on was absent, but the cross was almost exactly the same. A few of the diamonds that studded it had been rearranged, and instead of being a charm meant for the end of a necklace, it was welded onto another piece of metal that formed a ring. All words flew from her mind, and she was left speechless.

Nathan would look so hot wearing one of those. "No, that's for subs, you see the ring at the front? That's to attach a leash or to tie you up. We'll talk about that kind of thing when we are officially together." He goes to a new page with a bench kind of thing and a big wooden X. "What are those?" "The wooden X is a St Andrews cross that you can can use vertically or horizontally. The other is a punishment bench that the sub will be strapped to for either pleasure or pain." "Oh. So if I was being punished you'd put me on there?"

It was meant as a way to draw her into the conversation, but she seemed so distracted, she didn’t even realize he was talking to her for a few seconds. “Uh... some weird bracelets. We’re not sure what they do yet, but I have them.” She patted her leather jacket pocket. “And a crossbow that shoots molten silver nitrate.” A few of the guys gawked at the idea of such a weapon, uttering, “Cool,” and “Wow,” etc. Cadence looked back at Aaron, obviously wanting out of the conversation. “Thanks. I have the crossbow. I probably won’t use it unless I have to, though. It seems pretty dangerous.”