Cross Weapon Novels & Stories

“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

“It wasn’t the first time someone pointed a weapon at me today.” The girl laughed at his words, and for a moment, Alex found himself laughing as well. He glanced over at the girl beside him, and it was then that something caught his eye again; something that Matheus had been wearing that previously sparked his attention; a patch sewed onto the left arm of her outfit. This time, Alex was able to get a much better look at it. It was as ragged as her clothes. On the patch was what appeared to be two medieval-style weapons; a stone sword and a hatchet or tomahawk. They were crossed together in an X-shape, and underlapping them appeared to be a green arch shape, sort of resembling a Greek Lambda.

The bike bounced towards Knox he let out a low growl as the bike skidded to a stop in front of him. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Knox growled his eyes glowing as he bowed up. The guards were on their feet in no time. They were coming towards the biker. The biker pulled a crossbow from their back and began firing it at the guards coming. The arrows hit each of their targets making them buckle and fall down. Some succumb to the arrow wounds. The tip of the arrows were silver and then they were also dipped in wolfsbane. Running out of arrows the biker tossed the crossbow down. The biker reached up and pulled off the candy apple red helmet. Holding it in her hand it became a weapon.

In his hands he holds a crossbow made of light. And it is pointing right at us.

‘That is the main priority right now. With a swift movement, she put the phone back and then proceeded to adjust the sleeves of her uniform blouse while discreetly pushing the safety button of her mini crossbow—this disables the crossbow— that there is n needle in the firing cartridge and that the launching stage of the crossbow was concealed entirely to the training wrist wrap that was fashioned into a metal form. Making it easier to hide the metal mini crossbow and yet no one would suspect as it was hidden inside her sleeves and that if people did see it, they would think that it was just a simple wrist wrap.

They played like they wanted to break something. The first hit came early. Marcus went down hard after a collision that looked almost accidental—until Ethan noticed the way the other player didn’t even flinch, didn’t pull back. He shoved just a little too much, angled in a way meant to hurt, or at least intimidate. Marcus got up immediately, of course he did. But his jaw was tight, a subtle clench Ethan hadn’t seen before, a quiet storm behind his eyes. “They’re targeting,” Marcus muttered as they reset, voice low, controlled, but edged with something Ethan couldn’t quite name.

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

At his feet, all the cans lay scattered, some dented, some leaking a slow trail of black sand. On the counter in front of him, a weapon rested where the carnie had set it down. Not a rusted pipe or a chipped knife. A sleek, wicked crossbow that hummed faintly with power, its limbs etched with symbols that looked a little too much like the runes on the Safe Room door. “Holy—” Jax breathed. “Okay, that’s actually—” The boy’s grin faltered. His brow furrowed. He looked down at the crossbow like he’d forgotten what it was.

A whirl of energy protrudes from my mind and cyclones around me as the black combat boots, matching vinyl pants and crop top, and serpent-like chrome belt I summoned conform to my physique. I bridge a window to an armory I imagine I want and pull out a Gorō Nyūdō Masamune katana, a Loveless Stag Lawndale dagger, a Bowie knife, and a Kung Fu chain whip. After closing the bridge within the portal, with a quick snap of my fingers and securing my weapons, I take a deep breath with my powerful new lungs and center myself. With all my senses heightened to a superhuman level, I reposition my body so that my head faces my destination and bring my wings to my sides in flight position. With a smirk an