Novel & Cerita Cross Weapon

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.

There were so many options. A sinister grin took hold as I grabbed what I dubbed ‘The Criss Cross of Doom.’ It was an interesting toy. Imagine an X that was made of thin razor-sharp wire. The wires cut into the skin at angles. It was excruciating because it sliced through skin, muscle, and nerves at different angles. I brought it over to Jackson. He snagged my chin with his fingers and kissed me deeply. I loved his kisses no matter where we were or what we were doing.

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.

His hands and legs trembled as he fought the urge to fly across the track and make him pay hard. The train inched forward as another loud blare sounded in the distance, this time, much closer. Both men stood their ground, heaving, unflinching, and unwilling to back off, their eyes spitting fire. The train from the other end slapped past, forcing them to abandon their feud. Dev broke the connection and backed up into the compartment with a head that felt like it was about to explode. ***

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.

"We take what we know will make good use for us. But take it as no joke, for it is no easy task. Our men here risk everything to make sure we have a success, going so far as to not just risk their own lives, but that of their families. You see, what we do, comes with a prize. Because it's not always that our work is successful. We do face failure. But you," Agatha leans in to the man, making him move backwards. "You just took everything for granted. After all, you were one of us." "I'm no Cross Sword." The man hisses, making Agatha give him a questioning look. "Aren't you?" Before the man knows it, Agatha tears his shirt open, revealing the large tattoo of two Sword's crossing together on hi

"I finished this weapon a long time ago, but I always lost the right time to explain it to you." "This weapon is a combination of a crossbow, a bomb, and a bit of magic. The crossbow itself is a weapon that is not difficult to use for beginners, so I chose it. On the arrow, I designed the tip to be spherical instead of pointed. There I placed a small bomb design that I gave a little touch of magic to." "Once the arrow hits the enemy, the bomb on the arrow will explode. The fire generated from the bomb will quickly spread around and be difficult to extinguish for several hours, thanks to the magic in the bomb mixture."

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?

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.