Cross Weapon Novels & Stories

I asked "Yes." "Good, take the wheels." I released my hands from the stierring wheel and he quickly held it. I went to the backseat of the car and I raised it up revealing all kinds of guns. I took a combat rifle and I cocked it. I opened the door of the backseat and I gave a F you sign before I started firing. Okay, two cars with two shooters each..hmm..not bad. They fired at me and I kept dodging and using the door of the car as shield.

Britney blurted out. Danielle knew Britney was right, She's carried away by the moments and blind to see what's happening. They both kept discussing other things. As Britney threw her left hand at Danielle to show her the engagement ring perfectly placed on her finger. Danielle screamed at the top of her voice as she hugged Britney with tears rolling down her cheek. She couldn't believe her best friend was getting married soon, She was happy for her.

Jim remained silent as he turned the cruciform in his hand, examining it. "It looks Christian," Sophie said. Jim wasn't sure about that. "Sophie," he said, "all I can tell you is that the equal-armed crosses like this one are considered peaceful crosses. Their square configurations make them impractical for use in crucifix, and their balanced vertical and horizontal elements convey a natural union of male and female, making them symbolically consistent with the Priory philosophy." She gave him a weary look. "You have no idea, do you?" Jim frowned. "Not a clue."

He quickly scanned the area, ready to defend his comrades from any further attacks. Cruz, seizing the moment of chaos and surprise, lunged at another rogue who was momentarily distracted by Shane and Sean's actions. With a deft twist, Cruz wrested a knife from the rogue’s grasp, turning the weapon against its owner with a fierce determination. The rogue, taken aback by Cruz’s sudden ferocity, stumbled backward, giving Cruz the upper hand in the struggle. His heart pounded as he realized they were gaining the upper hand, however momentarily.

he hissed. He laid her down, his movements rough and efficient. As he began to thrust his fingers into her, her body shook with the force of it. Watching my best friend tremble under his touch sent a flare of jealousy through me. I wanted it to be me. I mirrored her movements, my own fingers moving frantically as I watched him finally enter her. He slammed into her with a raw, primal intensity. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, terrified they would discover me lurking in the dark.

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?"

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

Amidst Cameron's massacre, a broad, muscular figure clad in armor and wielding a cross sword appeared in his path. An overwhelming wave of spiritual pressure surged out, making Cameron widen his eyes in shock. There was a cross carved into the chest plate of the armor the man was wearing. "You're one of the Church of Holy Illuminati's holy warriors," Cameron said, gritting his teeth. The warrior smirked. "You've got that much right." "Take this!" Cameron roared, channeling all the spiritual energy in his body to bring the sword down harshly on the warrior. The move seemed to be Cameron's ultimate attack, with enough power to split a boulder in half.

usually, I wouldn't wear this type of dress to a club filled with drunkards and horny teens without my man beside me but since I am single as ever, might as well try something new. Peace helped me to do some stunning makeup, complementing my already beautiful outfit. one word for my look right now is "hot" yeah, I wish I can always look this good. once am set, Peace helps herself to get some mad dress. not surprised though. She loves showing off her body and honestly, she looks good in anything. "Are you set? Peace questioned." "Yup, you?" "never been more ready." "Great! let go." we order a cab since we both would be getting drunk and probably wouldn't be able to handle the steering later.

Glancing briefly at the dead bodies of the attackers, the sign of two swords crossed to make an ‘X’ on their clothing stands out. This very sign, I've seen this sign in my nightmares. Who are these people and why do I seem to have nightmares regarding them?