Daryl Dixon Crossbow Novels & Stories

When I focus my vision and look more closely, I can tell that Colton is holding a piece of cloth and Ryder is busy staring at a painting. They both looks so lost in thought. Like their minds have traveled to the past and it wants to linger there for a few minutes before they snap back to reality. “And the weapons?” I ask Damon, walking over to a fancy crossbow made of gold sitting beautifully on a stage carved just for it.

Glancing around to make sure nobody was watching, Jack rubbed his hands together and dashed into the elevator. Cyrus remained calm on the sofa and hummed a little tune as he reached under the coffee table. He pulled out a compact hunting crossbow, the kind designed for wild boar or beasts weighing 600 pounds. An 8-inch bolt from this thing could pierce a thick hide and embed itself in the flesh. He whistled softly while sliding a bolt into place. After weeks of practice, he was already proficient. Within 50 feet, he might not hit a bullseye every time, but a melon-sized head? He wouldn't miss it.

He exhaled through his lips before stalking towards them. “Darius, dear, why don’t you team up with your father for the hunt?” She suggested and offered a crossbow. Darius took one look at the weapon in his stepmother’s hand and felt irritated. Why was she trying to act as if she knew him well enough? Before this they had barely ever held an actual conversation, so she trying to act all motherly towards him just disgusted him. “Darius, answer your stepmother.” Mr. Bianchi called out. He reached for his licensed hand gun and began polishing the weapon, readying it for the upcoming hunt.

“What’s going on?” Dylan yelled, catching up to us quite quickly. Fuck, he’s fast, I smiled, skidding to a halt 20 yards from the portal. Dylan was on my right, staring at me like he wanted answers. Rosy was on my left, with her crossbow strapped to her left arm, and her sword in her right. I quickly strapped my crossbow to my right and had my sword in my left. I had learned a long time ago that Rosy and I were not always the same.

This was also the man who'd tortured someone in an abandoned farmhouse this morning and spoke about mass murder like it was an interesting thought experiment. The duality was giving me whiplash. "Everyone armed?" Dexter asked, checking his own weapons with practiced efficiency. Two guns, three knives that I could see, and God knows what else hidden on his person. The warriors in the front passenger seat, Marcus (not young Marcus, but another pack member), nodded grimly. Zara checked her knife. Rylan's jaw was set, his eyes already shifting to amber as his wolf rose in preparation. Kael was trembling beside me, his whole body fighting to transform. I placed my palm against his chest, pushing

He was holding two daggers that he had made from the broken pieces of glass and steel that he could assemble. “It is time to play the game of hide and seek.” Dax groaned like a bitter predator. They both headed out and laid low for a while, counting and checking out the weakest to the strongest rogued lycans that were less than a mile away from them. ‘Your Highness, this is what I mean by using your brains.’ Marcus lightly mocked his king, then he brought out his true weapon—a metre and a half length bow that he had constructed from scratch. He had also made twenty five deadly looking arrows with two spears.

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.

“Daron, didn’t you tell me she’s a lady? You changing her clothes means seeing her whole nakedness.” “And what do you suggest we do?” I snapped. “Leave her to die in that cloth? Her clothes are dirty and torn, plus she’s unconscious. Someone has to help her.” He hesitated, glancing between us, then sighed. “I suppose you’re right.” “Take this,” I said, passing him the bow Lily made during the attack. She made it from scraps in minutes. The design resembles the Three-Arrow crossbow. “You are right about that,” Tan said, turning it over in his hands. “She’s talented and resourceful just by looking at this.”

The flaming red color of the whole bow was enough to make me fall in love with it though. I mouthed thanks to Pollies, as I quickly strapped the paired red quiver that holds the arrows for the bow. I took one and positioned it on the arrow rest. Let’s see if I still got it. As I stretched the bowstring back, memories started flooding my mind— great memories, but dangerous ones as well. I pushed back the thoughts as I took a deep breath in before aiming at the gigantic creature’s only eye. And then I let go. Thug! One of the gigantic creatures fell down to the ground, loosening its grip on Daxel’s upper body. The thud was so heavy that it could have caused an earthquake.

The bike bounced towards Knox he let out a low growl as the bike skidded to a stop in front of him. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Knox growled his eyes glowing as he bowed up. The guards were on their feet in no time. They were coming towards the biker. The biker pulled a crossbow from their back and began firing it at the guards coming. The arrows hit each of their targets making them buckle and fall down. Some succumb to the arrow wounds. The tip of the arrows were silver and then they were also dipped in wolfsbane. Running out of arrows the biker tossed the crossbow down. The biker reached up and pulled off the candy apple red helmet. Holding it in her hand it became a weapon.