African Blow Dart Novels & Stories

the thinner of the two explained, his voice deceptively calm. I scoffed. "Like hell I am. I'm not going anywhere with you." I couldn't see his face, but I had a feeling he was smirking when he said his next words. "Very well, your funeral then." That was when I heard the swish of an arrow from my right but the arrow had already embedded itself in my arm before I could react. There weren't two, but three of them. And it was the third one who had sneaked up on from the right and shot me with an arrow. No, not an arrow, I realised as I looked at the think sticking out of my arm. It was a dart. The kind you used on animals to drown them out.

Dazed, trying to catch my breath as this unearthly warm and strange sensation pours through me from the connect spot in the center of my back. It’s the same as what hit the tree. A clear tube, only empty this time, with a red brush tail, only now I can see the tip and its long, silver, extremely pointy, and looks a lot like a dart for taking large animals down. I’ve seen them on African game reserve documentaries. The needle is thick and huge, so no wonder it felt like something stabbed me with a big pointy object; they literally did… at bullet speed. I let out a groan and try to roll and move, aware that an empty tube suggests the contents are inside of me. I attempt to get up, but my limbs

He brought it to the veranda where I was waiting and held it out on a folded cloth, careful not to touch the residue coating the tip directly. It was a dart. It was thin, with a dark substance on its surface. I took it carefully from the guard to avoid contact with skin. Ava had followed me outside. She stood beside me and looked at it the way she read threat now, with the full activation"What is that," she said. "A suppression compound," I said as I studied the object in my hand "High enough dose would force a shift back to human form and prevent another shift for twelve to forty eight hours."

It was as though they were gradually realizing just how dead they were. Freya’s team marveled at the sight for a brief moment - they were overawed by the sheer prowess of their squad leader, at her unbridled skill at dealing death. But they shook it off quickly, aimed their flechette rifles at the rest of the terrorists all around, and squeezed the triggers. The tremendous sound of hundreds of needle darts tore through the air at supersonic speeds. The tungsten carbide darts easily punched through the terrorists’ armor with ridiculous ease, and ripped into the much softer flesh below.

Zen asked the Gambler curiously. Charlie chuckled. Any mafia heir with good education knew the basics. Thankfully, the wood had resources that they could use to transform dried reeds into high-pressure water guns. Zen spat as the taste of bitter liquid lingered in his mouth. As strange as it sounded, his cheek muscles were getting tired of spitting coffee. The way they used this blowgun was to drink the coffee without swallowing, using their cheeks as ammunition pouches and spitting it through a high-pressure pipe made from reeds.

Then I walked past him, making my shoulders brush past his arm, and stood before his trainees. “I will give you just one advise. For people who aren’t swift with shooting arrows, or if something happens and you become too slow to take up your arrow and shoot at your enemy, you should have a blow dart to help you when you are in need of help. Before the enemy gets too close to you, you should blow the darts several times at weak or sensitive areas of their body.” I instructed them, and they all nodded. I smiled, then walked back towards Reynold who had drank the bottle of water halfway, then I grabbed the bottle from him, and drank a little out of it, then walked away from him.

The ones to use the blowguns brought it out of their bags, and with their hands they cleaned off the tip of the blowgun, the tip which would be inserted into their mouths to use, and cleaned the lower part of the gun, where the darts were going to be inserted. They did all these slowly, not rushing in order to avoid mistakes or any repercussions, they too their time in the cleaning and in the fixing of the darts into the blowgun. The darts were the unusual set of darts, coated with poison which could not be identified, it was so meant to give a very drastic effect on the one whose skin was about to be penetrated by it.

More warriors were shooting out, and more of my men wanted my sister, my eyes moved to Caleb, he understood what I met freeing himself from one of those men, he escaped through the crowd to get me my blowgun. I have no intention of killing my men or these men that asshole alpha brought here. Incapacitate the warriors and end this shit, while should I forget so soon. Tranquilizer Dart was the answer to all this drama. I catch the blowgun midair as Caleb throws it at me and aims at the warriors. The dart flew into the echoes of the warriors screaming in silence as it pierced the warrior's neck. The warriors that had been hit, hands subconsciously flew to their necks for the tiny puncture befor

"He'll run, or he'll move on the only asset he has left." Kade looked at her. "Us," she said. "He'll want to see it himself," Kade said. "Twenty years. He'll want—" The shot came from the collapsed eastern roof. Not a conventional weapon — a dart, the same suppression compound from the northern forest, designed to drop a wolf's shift response and slow reaction time. It hit the wolf to her left — Dorin, who went down hard and fast in the way of someone hit with a full dose at close range.

At first it looks as if no one is paying attention or guarding the party, but then Grayson tugs me back suddenly, something whizzing above my head before landing in the bark of a tree about a yard away. I find it facinating that they could invent something this small, but is used as a weapon. It's designed similar to that of a dart, the tail, periforated to enhance it's travel through the air. Yellow sap seeps from the small puncture wound, running down the grey bark, yellow at first before turning black and clumping together. I move to remove the dart, Grayson barking at me, that makes me jump in the process. "Don't touch it"