Daryl Dixon Crossbow Novels & Stories

“Who of our people are in New York?” He listened and nodded as if the person on the other end of the phone could see his agreement. “We need to know who a potential Bianchi target is in New York,” he said after a few minutes' pause. “There’s been an order for a hit, but the target is being held under wraps. Keep an eye out,” Michael said. “What’s the end game here?” I asked, staring at David, forcing him to meet my gaze and answer me. “They want control,” David said. He was pacing in the room, one hand on his hips and one running through his hair as he walked back and forth.

And he can do anything for her. He hears the footsteps closing in and his hands move to take out the dagger kept in boots. His senses on high alert. "Seal the area! Everyone! Circle around! We got the order from the Alpha!' . . . "The hunter is to be restrained!" Fear of not seeing Alexandria again and her being left alone enters Daniel's heart. And he panics. They are too many, more forces were coming in. It's impossible to run from there now. He sees the wolves searching in some other direction and he decides to grab the opportunity.

And above them, banking against the moon, the thing Tori told me about not so long ago. Tori's on her back in the dead grass with the training crossbow up. Aiming. Her arms are shaking so hard the bolt tip is drawing circles. The head dips down like a diver and drops. "BRUSH," Dax roars, and he's out of the truck before it stops rolling, shoulders splitting his shirt, jaw pushing forward into something with too many teeth. Reena and Mato are already in the truck bed heaving armfuls of cut blackthorn into the air over the ditch.

My hands are locked into his clothes, my knuckles white, my eyes squeezed shut as the wind whistles a death knell in my ears. "Steady!" Daryl bellows, his voice surprisingly calm despite the gravity of our situation. He releases the reigns with one hand, his fingers moving with impossible speed to draw a secondary blade from his hip. He doesn't look at the ground; he looks at the sky, his eyes scanning the darkness for the archers.

I couldn’t see what Adrian had attached to his arrow. Darius was the first to go on his chestnut horse. “Today, I sacrifice a locket that belonged to my late mother,” he called out, his voice ringing through the stadium. He nocked his arrow and pulled the string back, aiming at a target set at the far end of the arena. His arrow hit a bullseye, eliciting cheers from the crowd.

Information on Bobcat is clear, however, that he is African, nearly forty years old, and that in the last two years there have been signs of withdrawal, often in the public media, on the way to bleaching. But this bobcat doesn't match the black figure on the monitor. In particular, although Lynx's weapon was a crossbow, he could only catch two arrows and one more at the same time. The crossbow in the man's hand on the video was customized because he saw it clearly, the first time the man had put up ten arrows. After just playing cards, the blonde man seemed to see another man turned out.

And the crossbow hit him instead. Xavier and Jimin let out a collective breath. Layla got over her shock and glanced at Rhea, giving her an appreciative nod. Rhea returned it, and turned her eyes to glance over the rest of the cross bow warriors. There were about half a dozen left, and they were enraged and desperate now, and they began shooting at Rhea, some even missed their aims and sent shots flying haphazardly, hitting random people.

Axel muttered. He pulled the heavy lever on his crossbow, the gears clicking with a sharp, metallic sound. He sighted down the length of the weapon. His target was the enemy commander on the far ridge—a man draped in purple silk who was currently signaling a fresh wave of archers to fire into Dylan’s flank. Axel squeezed the trigger.

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.

Said Lucas. “Oh, but it was great weapon.” Said Dallas. Dallas a bit disappointed, but he also feeling happy after knowing his better potential. “Seems you have experience as an archer.” Said Lucas. “Yeah, before I join the Herrscher program.” Said Dallas. “What are you hunting?” ask Lucas. “Just some animals on the mountains, such as bird, rabbit, also a deer.” Said Dallas. “That will be very helpful to mastering your weapon! Keep it up, Dallas.” Said Lucas.