Daryl Dixon Crossbow Novels & Stories

Varrow turned in time, steel meeting the hardened shadows that flared up around his neck like armor. Harlow’s strike glanced off, but she flowed into the next, slicing low — this one caught, biting into his thigh. Varrow’s growl turned into a grin. “Been wanting to carve you for months.” Two guild fighters flanked her, aiming for Daryl. Daryl didn’t fight them — he used them, yanking one into the path of Killian’s tendrils so the man was dragged screaming toward the fissure. The second hesitated a fraction too long, and Daryl’s stolen dagger buried itself in his ribs.

Alexis answered. "You better not allow anything that will make you feel emotional." Damon said. She chuckled. "Nothing about my childhood can make me feel emotional, there is nothing apart from been ignored, always a second option, not having all the attention, so I guess remembering my childhood memories will be a great motivation for me and another big reason for me to kill Crimson so yeah, not a big deal remembering it." Alexis replied. Jackson who was watching all this while removed his bow and arrow, he tied a paper he wrote and attached it with the arrow, he reached out his target and shoot.

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

I did not bother answering him, because three masked men crested the top of the stone wall with daggers clenched between their teeth, and I raised the crossbow to my shoulder, biting down hard inside my cheek to ignore the searing pain in my stitches as I squeezed the trigger and sent the first bolt straight into the center of the lead intruder's chest. The man let out a strangled gasp before tumbling backward off the ladder, crashing down into the courtyard below, and I immediately cranked the lever to reload the bow while the second climber reached the top railing and swung a sword toward my head. I ducked under the wild swing and drove the stock of the crossbow straight into his chin, sen

But then my eyes catch something. Just behind the treeline, a man stands, casually leaning against a tree and watching them fight like he has no business here. What makes me pause is the item in his hand. A crossbow. I haven’t seen a crowsbow since my father was alive. I thought people didn’t use that anymore.

But I will never forget. In fact, the whole scene is flashing in my mind now as Alpha Diamond opens a chest at the side of the seats. He pulls out a silver crossbow with a quiver of arrows. Beta Carlos opens the windows, and Alpha Diamond sticks his entire upper body out, firing the bow with unimaginable strength as the carriage moves faster. I didn't want to look, but I turned around and stared through the back window.

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.

I make to grab Sirgil off the track, or at least move into hiding without him noticing, but then the driver yells, 'Ho, who goes there? From the sound of his voice even at this distance, I can tell he must be quite aged. And alone in this open country. Definitely not unarmed though, he'd be crazy to be. 'Look here, man, I'm armed!' he calls again. His cart keeps moving as he speaks, and as he gets closer, I notice the long-range crossbow in his grip, aimed directly at me. I lift my hands in surrender. 'We mean no harm,' I mutter, seriously hoping Sirgil would not strike. An arrow, especially one from a crossbow that big, is the natural threat to every wolf and wolven alike. This one looks pa

He was not about to let those people go because they were all close to Darryl. "F*ck you! I'm here to take your life," Dax screamed out loud. He lunged at Archfiend Antigonus with his Sky Breaking Axe. He and Darryl were from different families, whereas Debra and Ambrose were Darryl's family members. He could not stand not knowing whether Debra was alive or dead.

So Diana also decided to get ready. She walked to her walking closet and opened the secret storage box in the closet behind the luxury bags given by Alpha Darren. She opened the box which turned out to be a gun and some bullets that had been coated with wolfsbane poison. Diana sighed. She was forced to take out the weapon gifted to her by her adoptive grandfather.