Cross Weapon Novels & Stories

“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.

‘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

Just the ghost of his mouth on my skin, the echo of his name in my chest, and the undeniable truth of it all: Nathan Cross fucked like a weapon. But when he said come home? It wasn’t a command. It was a confession.

I led Gracie to the machine I decided to use next. The cross is a standard in many playrooms, but usually these require three strong people working together to use effectively, and they often injure somebody getting the occupant into position. Plus they never do what you expect. A lot of risk for not much results. However, I have a motorized cross that does an excellent job for one-man operation. It looks a little strange to folks who see it collapsed, pre-embrace. But once occupied and erect it is unmistakeable.

The train started losing speed as it closed in on the crossing. He looked determined, as if he’d made up his mind on something, one that Kamal couldn’t quite grasp. He’d been watching him closely for a while now. “Are you alright, mate?” he eyed him curiously. “Huh? Yeah.” Dev hadn’t heard his query right away. “Sure?” “Yup,” he lied, wanting to brush him off. “You look rather troubled man,” Kamal pointed out. “Not really,” he countered, “it’s just that I --” He trailed to a stop as his eyes fell on a sight that took his breath away. ***