Crossbow Devil Novels & Stories

Diana interrupted. Devon immediately let out another scornful scoff, "Brother indeed. Rolex made a fool out of me, mocked me secretly and allowed me take on so much punishment. I had planned this day from little the very first day I learnt a powerful weapon belonged to the dark shadow pack. Now, because of you, I'm close to getting my hands on it." "You're nothing but a monster, an evil person that's what you're are, and I won't spare you once I get my hands on you."

"It's a new crossbow. They say this bow and arrow can pierce an enemy's body directly. Do you want to give it a try?" "I'm looking forward to it," the man who had harassed me earlier said maliciously. "Hurry up and show it to us." "Girl, you're screwed," Lydia whispered in my ear as she let go of my hand and backed away. A male servant came over to Alpha Ron, holding a rectangular box with both hands. He opened it up quickly and pulled out a brand-new crossbow. Then, he grabbed a silver arrow and said, "I need a target." "Let's use this slave as the target," the guy pointed at me with ill intentions. "I've never seen a live target before. It's gotta be a blast."

In which she called herself Jasmine, her breasts full on her sculptural and muscular body with lines and pink flames all over her body, she had claws and nails, wearing only a bra and panties, a high heel shoe, at her side. Being that he was a man with claws and the muscular body of a human, with strong muscles, on a body with sparse hair, in which he wore a kind of incomplete armour, with boots, in which he was tall and muscular. In which he had the head of a goat's skull with horns twisted like the antlers of a certain, on his head, of several antlers, around him, with eyes the colour of fire, their colour was navy blue. In which he wore a series of necklaces, between a staff, he was calle

Devon’s face emptied. “Devon, no,” I said. Too late. His bones cracked. Claws tore from his fingers. His eyes burned silver. A snarl ripped out of him, and every wolf in the courtyard recoiled. The elder shot to his feet. “Violation!” Devon was already moving. He slammed into Gideon and drove him into the ground. The sacred ash scattered. Gideon tried to block, but Devon’s claws tore across his shoulder and throat. Blood sprayed. The crowd screamed.

"Oh ... they'll be fine, calm down. Haven't you seen how Blaze fights? Even ten times this attack like this... it won't bother him. That guy is creepy when he gets angry." "Are you talking about Blaze or Charlie?" I asked in surprise. Blaze doesn't seem like a fighter type. "Blaze of course silly! Charlie is quite strong ... but maybe he is only a third of Blaze. Your man ... he is arguably the creepiest man in the werewolf world. Never mind ... don't worry about the men ... you better wake up. and help me make food. The ginger men here get hungry very quickly. " Said Devanna. "Whatt?" I shouted in disbelief. Did I hear her right?

asked Deny, looking straight at his cousin. "That person has been my target for a long time. Not a contract marriage. A Regianis is too easy to target in a contractual relationship like that. Smart and martial arts are not as simple and complex as women in general." "Wow. So you are trappedplease don't say you took your own weapon. That's really sad." Deny looked grimaced when he said this. Don't be like that, eat your own weapon. Aish a Gerand Yosefa is not such a weak person that he easily loses to a woman.

To manage this sort of protection, a weighty crossbow or a warhammer would be a savvy decision. So contrasting it and a crossbow, the trouble to utilize the weapon was something very similar, however the force of a firearm was far superior than that of a crossbow. Moreover, the firearm's stacking speed and the stacking rate of a crossbow were almost same, so… taking a gander at the objective which was thirty feet away, Iron Hatchet couldn't see an issue. "Your Majesty, the number of weapons that do we have of this sort?" asked Carter. "At present, just these two and until the Months of the Devils, we can deliver two more probably."

Swoosh! Two purplish death rays blasted through them. With what remaining strength in him, Bao Tianxiang turned feebly around and hissed feebly but bitterly, "Y-you… Y-you'll pay for this… D-Devil…" Chu Xun smirked as the two Cultists slid to the ground lifelessly. "Well, I've never claimed to be an honorable person, have I? Why else am I called the Devil?" Chu Xun muttered dryly before he wheeled around and vanished.

Now Devon was desperate, and leaving Zayn behind wasn't even an option. The problem was that he wasn't supposed to injure him either. Zayn's body was the one he intended to claim as his own. But then again, he was desperate. He had no other choice than to pull out an arrow from the pot latched to his back, and take out his bow. As soon as Zentrakii realized what he was about to do, dread filled her mind. Zayn had just reached for his sword and smoothly pulled it out of its sheath, when Devon set the arrow onto his bow, ready for a shot.

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.