Crossbow Devil Novels & Stories

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

It didn't travel as fire; it surged forward as a swarm of shadowy, vaporous serpents that hissed and snapped, freezing the mud beneath them into black ice as they targeted Elena. "Elena, down!" Devon roared. Despite the tight linen bandages compressing his cracked ribs, the newly appointed Pack Beta moved with the agile combat style that had kept him alive for three brutal years in the exiles' wasteland. He didn't rely on the frontal assault of Marcus's frame. Devon was a shadow, a fluid weapon. He dropped low into a slide, slipping entirely beneath the trajectory of the vaporous serpents while drawing his newly gifted ceremonial dagger. The dark steel blade caught the sickly green glare of

blinking she sighs, “if only.” “If only?” She looks away. “Nevermind. Right now, we need to get you back home. “Home, why?” “Okay, so I might have placed a few protective spells on it just in case…” I open my mouth to argue when I notice a man materializing behind Devona. Or at least I think it is a man. He is made of shadow, his armor edged with gold. From under his cloak a crossbow shines as he raises it and aims…” “Aghhh!” I scream, uselessly. Devona turns and then grabs me, Blinking us a few feet away. There is an arrow hissing into the grass where we were just standing, melting into nothingness.

Engines were already beginning to hum. Lisbeth watched them with that same empty stare, her hand still wrapped tightly around the duffel strap. Her lips were bloodless. Her shoulders stiff. They were halfway back to their cars when she unzipped the bag. The sound was soft. Whispery. She reached in. Pulled. And the world exploded. With a mechanical roar, the Gatling gun emerged—compact, customized, forged for her alone. The barrel spun even before she finished setting her stance. The weight in her arms was like home.

Ryan praised as they bursted out laughing. Warren spoke next, “Come on, bro…Or were you fucking a hole in there?” I exhaled sharply, my ears itched to hear his response. “Dickheads.” Leonardo cursed. Their footsteps retreated. “Just tell us, huh…it's been a while the devil fucked a hole.” Ryan pressed. My heart melted with joy, hearing that statement. But it didn't last for long. “Good. Now let’s get him two girls for the night.” Ryan breathed.

The devil stood there still in the human form, wearing a tuxedo. He looked so handsome and charming that a genuine smile automatically appeared on my lips looking at him. He smiled back as he walked to me. “It’s been a long time, I have worn a suit.”He said, looking nervous while scratching his neck. “You look too handsome,” I said as I fixed the bow at his neck. “Ella,” The devil held my hand that was fixing his bow and then he kissed it with love. “If there is anything bothering you, please tell me.”His words seem like a plea that I don’t understand at all.

As soon as he had finished talking, the door of the room was opened, and a middle-aged man with triangular eyes and a hawk nose holding a specially customized heavy-duty compound crossbow emerged at the door. The compound crossbow was the most powerful among all bow weapons. The power of a single shot crossbow arrow even exceeded that of a bullet shot from a gun. It was the professional hunters’ favorite weapon to hunt large prey such as thick-skinned wild boars. It was difficult for the bullets of ordinary pistols, as well as light-weight rifles, to penetrate the skin of the wild boar, which was often covered with pine oil and mud. Sometimes, the bullets would even be refracted on the skin.

Loose pieces clattered to the ground as she made it to the ledge. We took the first archer by surprise, clawing him across the chest, the force sending his body falling with a sickening thud to the ground. Crimson red blended with our auburn fur, but the stench of human blood was disgusting mixed with the scent of rogue. Iris focused on the next archer. He was in the tree straight in front of us. I watched as a devilish grin spread across his face. He pulled the crossbow back, aiming it directly at us.

they chorus again, and stand perfectly in position, waiting to hear the horn go off. With this, Devilio marches towards the Conscientious Territory with over five hundred soldiers. They are armed with bows and arrows, spears, swords, javelins, axes, daggers, maces, shotel, you name it. They reach the territory and surround it on the right, left, and back. They stay away from the front gate so that they will not be hurt by the arrows of fire proceeding from the bows of the archers standing afar off.

he warned as he placed his hand on a lever. I froze in place, fear making my stomach drop. Damion stood next to a foreboding weapon. It looked like a giant crossbow, but instead of being armed with a single or even two shots, a line of at least twenty bolts ran down the riser of the bow. At its side, it was equipped with a belt of hundreds of silver arrows. "One twist of this lever and you can kiss your pathetic mongrel pack goodbye," Damion said triumphantly with an evil smirk that made my blood boil.