Daryl Dixon Crossbow Novels & Stories

Xavier nodded at him and took those knives. Dylan started to run and kill with two knives in his two hands, he was running forward and killing wolves with both of his hands. Those knives were silver knives, Skylar gave those to his four officials if they could not fight long because of tiredness. But she didn't give one to Dylan because Dylan was the True Blood. Dylan never thought that one day he would need those too.

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.

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

If so, she was definitely really beautiful. After a few minutes, Lilian went to try out a different gun. Damian said nothing and continued with his awful shooting. He probably couldn't even hit a target even if it was three feet in front of him. Lilian came back but she didn't have a gun I'm her hand. It was a crossbow. "Thought I'd switch it up a little," she said with a smirk. She took her booth, aimed, and fired. The arrow shot the dummy square in the head.

"They won't even know you're gone." As the sun dipped behind the jagged peaks, the "happy family" facade remained for any lingering Council eyes, but inside the armory, the atmosphere was lethal. Jax sat on a low bench, the floor around him covered in black-site gear. He wasn't wearing soft wool or cotton. He was checking the tension on a carbon-fiber crossbow and sliding silenced mag-clips into his tactical belt. The Gear: He packed thermal scanners to pick up the heat signatures of the Council’s "cleanup" crew and high-frequency jammers to kill their communications.

The disciples were showing stern gazes, prepared to raise their crossbows. But before they could, Rachel had already pulled the trigger. Pfft pfft pfft! Their heads had arrows lodged inside, with blood showing before they fell to the ground with looks of resentment. The powerful crossbows did not even get a chance to shoot. Derek stumbled back in utter fear, but Rachel had no intention of letting him escape. She casually aimed the crossbow at his leg before pulling the trigger once again. “Aaagh!” Derek was rolling on the ground while he shrieked in pain.

Kieran muttered to himself, a bullet grazing his shoulder, causing it to bleed. They were undoubtedly efficient, but they were outnumbered, yet within minutes, half of them were gone. Xavier noticed Dorian eventually relaxing, but the frown was constant. He hated sitting there uselessly with his arm shot. He reached into his waistband. He pulled out a customized, heavy-frame revolver with a diamond-encrusted grip and tossed it towards Dorian. “Why don’t you show off too? Here. Your favorite.” Dorian caught the weapon with his good hand.

Inside, standing in the center of the room under a single flickering light, was him. Darian Cross. He looked exactly as I remembered. Cold eyes, sharp features, holding a silver dagger in his hand. He saw me and didn't look surprised. Instead, he smiled—a cruel, mocking smile. "Well," Cross drawled, his voice raspy. "I must say, Alpha Elion... I am impressed. You should be dead. The bullets were laced with enough wolfsbane to kill ten Alphas. Yet here you are, walking and talking." He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing.