Crossbow Devil Novels & Stories

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

—I said, beckoning the guy to follow me. — Stop!—ghoull suddenly shouted hoarsely. Covering me with himself, he suddenly jumped sharply to the side and I understood his excitement: they were shooting from the window. A crossbow bolt hit him in the shoulder and pierced his sturdy-looking jacket. — Who?—I ask. — Converts, just people now!—Dean shouts, trying to get out of the crossbowmen's reach with me. A short cry, droplets of blood fall on my face.

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.

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.

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC

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.

He couldn't let the sword drop not in front of his people, it would be a huge disgrace and a sign of weakness. But no matter how strongly he held it, it slipped and fell and the people's eyes slowly widened while Declan stared at his sword in struck horror. He raised his head to the direction the hit came from and slowly the dark devil staggered out, he held his arm with the hand his bow was held in and the arrows were strapped to his back in its shell. He raised his head slowly, his canines white as they stuck out to his lip, his hair long and stopping at his neck, packed in a short pony, his eyes glistening a velvet shade of purple,his snarl loud and audible.

The man was a Fallen Devil! A Fallen Devil was a Cultivator who had been infected by Devil Qi, or had strayed into the Devil's Practice for some reason. He would possess the strengths of both an Immortal and a Devil.