Crossbow Devil Novels & Stories

The Glambour forest, also known as the Devil's vale was situated in the western part of Patasia continent with mysterious supernatural secrets. lt was the earlier meeting place of different nations but now everyone was scared to cross that place due to it's dark secrets. History saying that hosts, sightings of the reaper, wolf packs gathering, vampire hideaways–all present in this forest at one time. Popular rumour about the forest was the paranormal activities of the non human creatures of there. Once approximately in early twentieth century, a pregnant lady and her husband were trapped in this mysterious forest because of the broke off of their black classic british sports car.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

This devil. Devi ran charged throwing his foremans against Hunter who cleverly ducked them and swung the spanner at him. Devi blocked the spanner with his hand and quickly elbowed Hunter in the face, he dropped the spanner. He grabbed Hunter and pulled him to smash him with his head but Hunter responded fast by pushing him away. While Devi staggered backwards, Hunter jumped at him with a punch which landed on his face and he hit the wall with a thud. “Help!” Ludo screamed in another room.

With Jason,who had already reached the peak of martial arts and Little Apple, who was already in Supreme Realm, joining forces to fight against this devil, this battle which determined the future would come to an end. The devil glanced at them and laughed loudly. His blood Qi surged and blood-red clouds gathered in the sky. Instantly a blood-red light covered them two. Jason and Little Apple looked at each other and attacked at the same time. Three figures crossed one another. The blood-red clouds changed and gathered into a figure. The devil seemed to be harder to deal with than before. The Heavenly Sword of Jason fell from the void, passing through the devil’s body but it condensed again,

His frame towering over her. She lowered her gaze, unable to stand those alluring eyes of his. He placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting her head and her gaze to meet with his. "Too late. You signed. You're mine little dove," Scott said, his deep voice low and menacing.

Training too. I took the crossbow and followed him as he showed me the targets shaped as wolves and humans. This crossbow could hold three arrows to be fired at once. I took position, crouching on one knee before aiming at the target. My heartbeat accelerated with the waiting, a sharp sting accompanying it. After closing my eyes and taking three deep breaths for cardio, I fired. "Beautiful," Trevor complimented.

Devon's fists tightened, a creeping dread settling in. Before Aria could answer, dozens of spirits in Krowonian uniforms emerged from the church's statue, drawn to Devon's tormented soul. The soldiers glared down at him with disdain. One even smirked as he ogled a young woman nearby. They spoke in Krowonian, their words laced with malice, reveling in their spectral immunity from being seen by the living. One soldier spat at Devon in disgust. "This little fool still hasn't given up. Still dreaming of escape. Doesn't he realize so many of his own people support us? He won't get far."

They trudge along the dirt road, lugging only a single bag each. "Can you see them devil?" I glance at Taryn's narrowed gaze before slowly nodding. His eyes harden and he grins. "Then kill them." I take a deep breath and grab the longbow resting near my feet. I notch one of the dark silver arrows, taking care not to touch the cold iron arrowhead. I pull the drawstring back, hissing at the sting as the bow presses hard into my wounded hand. I grit my teeth against the pain and look along the arrow. 'Cassiel give me strength,' I ask my dragon.