Cross Weapon Novels & Stories

he looked around for a while then took off his glasses and raised his hoodie a little bit to show the glorious face of my one and only, Traven Spade. "Traven?" I grinned, spread my arms wide to pull him into an appreciative round of embrace. "How have you been?" He smiled smugly, put on his sunglasses again and let his hoodie return to its job of covering his face again and bringing back to life his previous creepy look. "What's with all this exaggerated outfit?" I moued, jutted out my hip and rested a hand on it with a disapproving thumbs down.

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.

"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.

His chest brushes my back, and the heat of him is a sudden, shocking contrast to the chill of the room. “You will use the safewords. It does not mean we will not try again if it is too much today. Do you understand?” I nod mutely. He reaches past my shoulder and grabs my left wrist, pulling my arm up to slot my wrist into the leather cuff bolted to the top left arm of the cross. The leather is thick, lined with stiff fleece. Kir pulls the heavy strap through the iron buckle. The sound of the metal pin sliding through the punched leather hole is incredibly loud in my ears as he pulls it tight.

says James walking towards the man for a final punch. But James's fist stays in midair. A heavy metal cranks on his helmet. An excruciating pain originates in his left brain instantaneously. His vision gets blurry. "James!" Alicia cries out loud. James turns back with his blurry vision. He could only make out that the cart's driver was standing a step away from him. Before James could part the distance to put a punch, a metal rod swings in the air. The heavy impact of metal on James's helmet makes it fly in the air. The helmet falls to the ground and rolls forward to finally stop on its side. The eye-revealing helmet has Christ's cross symbol on its oval head. The cross symbol is now lateral

I sat up and instinctively reached for the wound on my chest. "That's... impossible." The gash that should have been fatal was completely healed — as if the blade had never touched me. But the amethyst pendant had cracked down the middle. "Stop poking at it. You're fine. If it weren't for my charm, you'd be dead. And don't forget — you owe me. A lot." The Witch was at her usual station, tinkering with potions, the heavy scent of herbs filling the room.

I shifted back to human form and stood over her and looked at Cross who was still standing in the doorway with the device in his outstretched hand and his eyes very wide. I took the device from his hand. Forty years of Creek's crimes sitting in my palm in a piece of technology no bigger than my thumb. Then Marcus appeared at the end of the corridor breathing hard from the compound fight and he looked at the female wolf on the floor and Cross in the doorway and me standing between them with something in my hand and he said "are you alright" before he said anything else. "Yes," I said. He crossed the corridor and looked at the device in my hand. "What is that."

Timi: Goodnight Nahly Nahly? I wanted to ask what it meant but clearly it was one was a short form of Nahlela. I was trying as much to keep my relationship with Timi professional but the complete opposite was happening. I thought of asking that the assignment be handed over to Nadine or Oscar, but this was the chance the boss had given me to prove myself. He had promised me a raise in my salary if I did a good job and honestly I wanted to prove myself and yes I wanted a salary raise. Spending the day with hi, having lunch at his place and cleaning up later with him, going to my parents’ house and chatting as if we are old friends was the definition of crossing the line. The line had been cro

“They're betting you’ll crumble before you fight. And I've never even known them to be on good terms, so I wonder what’s in it for both of them to lose this time around that they are keen on making you a bait. Maybe I am crumbling. My hands are shaking as I reach for the file, flipping through pages that might as well be written in a foreign language. Legal clauses, conditional statements, and footnotes. A trap disguised as generosity. “I don’t even want his money,” I mutter. “I just want my peace. That should not be too much to ask.” “You need his money,” Susan corrects sharply. “At least enough to stand on your own. You think you can walk away empty-handed and he won’t find another way to

They moved silently among the crowds, listening, watching, and reporting back through hidden channels, ready to strike when the moment came. A month later, John and Ingrid followed Julie and Harold’s expertise as they began searching for one of the many hidden entrances that could lead them back to the main tunnel system. But before they departed, William received small gifts from his friends. First, John and Ingrid presented William with his own wrist crossbow. It was a sleek, unassuming device, designed to look like nothing more than a simple leather bracer. Yet beneath its plain exterior lay a hidden launcher, compact and deadly. A quick flick of the wrist could release a small arrow. Per