Cross Weapon Novels & Stories

The soft scent of freshly brewed tea wafted through Riele’s living room, mingling with the distant hum of a playlist Charlotte had picked—gentle acoustic love songs that filled the silence between conversations. The coffee table was buried beneath magazines, color swatches, and a notepad scribbled with names and ideas. Riele sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping through a bridal catalogue, while Charlotte and Kim debated the merits of an outdoor ceremony versus an indoor one. Utter leaned back in the armchair, half-involved, half amused, nursing a glass of juice like he’d been roped into something way beyond his understanding. Hope was sleeping soundly beside them.

Lia's voice echoes in the room bringing me back from daydreaming. "errh... sorry I was distracted, the bathroom is over there. you'll need a towel to get some of the stain off. I'll be right back" I tell her pointing in the direction of the toilet while going to the supplies room to get a towel. Returning with the towel, I see Lia standing in the bathroom trying to tie her hair up with the elastic bracelet she had on but she couldn't get it right. looking closely at her I realized the dress has a crisscrossed pattern at the back exposing her back through the openings.

James was shocked speechless. Drying laundry? His deadly weapon, Crucifier, was being used to dry laundry? This was a weapon he obtained ten years ago that was at the center of his mysterious medical skills. The crucifier consisted of 81 very special needles that formed a steel wire. James went to the balcony. His steel wire was hanging on the balcony with several pieces of underwear on it. James’ eyebrow twitched out of incredulity. He took off the underwear and retrieved the Crucifier.

All I was able to notice was, we went up the mountain path Kent had suggested. Max stopped only when we reached pebbled grounds. He got up, balancing on his two hind legs, dropping me on my back in the process. This caused me to look up at the gray and black castle that stood before me. It had countless steeples and each of them had a red flag with a black wolf stitched within it. From the windows I could see, I saw designs of red and green glass with a candle dancing right in the center. It looked majestic. “Took you both a while.” Kent was already here, wearing yet another fur coat, giving me a devilish smile.

It's leaves are a vibrant red and catch the fading light beautifully. My mate wipes at some tears on her cheeks, then leans down to place a bouquet of wildflowers at the base of the tree. Celeste places a token of her own, a sealed photograph of her parents. I recognize the photo as one I saw on the walls of the Cross house ten years ago. A wedding photo of the happy couple, though this one is not splattered in blood. I have no idea where the young she-wolf got a copy of it from. Both sisters kneel on the dirt besides this shrine made to their parents. I can smell the salt of their tears, and my mate pulls her sister in close for an embrace.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

"What is that...?" Careful now no longer to examine the pass in the back of him that stood at his height, Anna grew to become her gaze away and inquired. "The pass-fashioned sacred sword, the 'The Scared Cross Blade.' Just by elevating it, regular vampires can be immobilized. Its blade is likewise very sharp. Its most effective flaw is it is too heavy. Probably 30kg." "I have researched crosses in my line of work, yours... A weapon? And the holiness it carries... Very notable."

Swish! Old Cross was slashed by the silver sword energy. With widened eyes, his body split into two. He was as dead as he could be!

"You might have fooled my gofers from finding you but a King's smell is the strongest...What are you doing in my den?" "Do--don't move a single...s-step from there..", Aria trembles in fear as she pointed her shadow sword to the being in front of her. "What can a mere young crossbreed do with her little toy?..."The wolf laugh at her. He moves toward her grinning from ear to ear as he sniff her scent in the corner... "W-what are-- what are you d-oing?"

he said as he looked down at the wound and prodded the skin around it gently, soothing the red skin with his cool fingers. I couldn't believe the fucker actually tricked me. I felt like a toddler being promised Pepsi and getting a drink of cherry cough syrup instead. Callie still hid out in the bathroom. She apparently was squeamish around blood and wounds. "How does it look?" Callie asked from behind the bathroom door. "It looks alright. No infection yet," Alessio said with authority. I looked down at my abdomen where there was a small cut horizontal along my skin. "That doesn't look like a gunshot wound," I said. I furrowed my brow as I studied the wound. It looked like a knife cut as if a