Crossbow Devil Novels & Stories

All the magical beings of witchcraft were aware of the ability of a White dragon-wizard and the effects and purpose of his Golden Blood. Unless his magical quality, he was a dual hand toxophilite (archery expert) and a sword fighter. Dev had already figured out why he was called by his mother. She always warned him not to have any fight unless necessary. But his curiosity provokes him to battle with all types of magical creatures, which is one of his favourite hobbies.

Long Chen said, immediately attacking the remaining three sects without blinking. "How dare you! Devil Fire, protect me!" shouted the handsome man, immediately unleashing his fire power to withstand Long Chen's attack. BOOOOM... BOOOOM... Each of Long Chen's needle attacks was blocked by the black devil fire. Long Chen saw the devil fire in the man's hands and understood the level of that devil fire. Devil fire was fire from the devil world, and it was likely that only a few people could use devil fire like that man. But at least Long Chen's fire was not inferior to that man's fire when they clashed.

Devon said coldly, and a long spear appeared in his hand. Philip could clearly feel that the spear was a holy weapon. The spear turned into countless spear shadows in Devon’s hand and attacked Philip. Spear shadows seemed to surround Philip, and Philip's Caelum Sword also appeared in his hand. With a swing, sword energy and sword cries filled the sky as they attacked the spear shadows. Boom! The two attacks collided with loud explosions, and the space was filled with sword and spear shadows. Devon scowled darkly. He was one stage higher than Philip but could not take him down. He shouted angrily, “Dragon Spear!”

Suddenly, the goat-headed devil is in pain and grabs his tail. “DAMN YOU! HUMAN BRAT! EEEAAHHH” The devil’s claws suddenly became longer. The goat-headed devil is starting to get frustrated and attack Abelard with his claws wildly. Abelard does not lose, his sword dance gracefully. The Devil’s hooves and Abelard’s sword collide with each other.

They were different types of weapons in the field; guns, arrows and bows, knives, and many more. Everyone seemed to be busy with one thing or the other and as she walked deeper into the field, she spotted Axel close to the shooting range. He wasn’t alone, he was with Trent and Kira. When they got to where he stood with the others, they all turned their gazes to her. “You didn’t tell her to change her outfits?” Axel cast the lady a dark stare. “I’m sorry boss, there was no time.” The lady apologized immediately. “Get out.” His voice turned icy.

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

The man sent by the devil from the pits of hell was none other than the devil himself in human form, King of hell, Vlad. "What news have ye brought me?" His voice oozed danger. Even the smell of blood from his mouth filled the air. "My Lord," The Man, dressed in all black stood before him. He had a bow and an arrow, a knife, a gun and a sword. "We have news about your daughter."

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

The Devil and the Huntsman. Our tale begins with a full moon hovering in the sky and lightning striking at many trees. A man stands beside a massive cross that faced an enormous tower about ten yards away from where he stood. So much wind was blowing in his direction and never seemed to cease as he walked ahead along with a few other knights. There were about a dozen knights with him, and all of them carried swords and held them in defense. The young man also had a sword, a double-edged nordic sword that ran from his back to his knee.