African Blow Dart Novels & Stories

His weapon could turn into different styles and sizes that he thought would fit into a certain battle. Jack's spear has become even more dangerous than it was. It was remade with two silver blade wings, being the usual main blade in the center. The handle was fully covered with maroon metal, with thorns on some parts of its top and end. On the other hand, Blaze's slingshot's ammunition could cause an explosion once it hits a certain target, whether it's a person or not. The weapon itself was upgraded into a black metal handle with fire-like glowing effects caused by the dwarves' magic spell.

He breathes out a long sigh, then pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “Your mother has been a lot of help throughout all of this, but it seems the hunters have developed new toys after nearly going extinct,” he says, then slides something across the table towards me. It looks like a playing dart; definitely made out of silver and smells like baobab pulp. When I pick it up, it immediately sears the tips of my fingers nearly to the bone. “What the fuck!” “What the fuck indeed,” he says, picking up the dart and rolling it around in his hands. “Weirdest part is, it doesn’t affect werewolves or Lycans, so that is definitely not silver.”

He'd lost his wife and his only heir, and hence, promised to wipe out the existence of wolves. Aria stared at the weapon named as Dragon's tail spear. A spear with a pointed blade, resembling a dragon's pointed, scaled tail, made with obsidian rock- also known as hardened lava. Both sides of the blade had pointed teeth. She could imagine the tearing pain emerging from the stab and pull of the blade.

Don't leave yourself wide open! The other one ran at me, throwing a punch. I moved, left and grabbed his arm then spun. I heard his screams as I almost ripped his arm off, hearing the sickening crack as I snapped the bones and tearing his arm out of his shoulder. He fell to the ground in agony as I moved to the next guy but felt dizzy as as I spun around. I felt lightheaded, feeling the effects of the dart. He said the pill will help us to not get completely knocked out if we get darted. but we still might feel some of the effects.

She was going to attack. "Burn," she screamed. The projectile displaced the air with a sharp, thin whistle. The sound was barely louder than a breath, but it cut through the roar. A dart struck her in the neck. It was sleek and black. It was tipped with a glowing blue isotope. Neoma froze. Her muscles turned to stone. The white fire in her hands sputtered and died. The silver light under her skin turned a sickly, pigment-less grey. The Void collapsed. It was a suppression dart. The tech was designed to sever the neural connection instantly.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

He gazes back expectantly. “I killed the two of them.” “What?” A surprised look contorts on his face. “I killed two of the hunters,” “How?” “The first one was with the use of a blowpipe that I created,” “A blowpipe killed a man?” He breaks out of husky laughter as if he doesn't believe what I'm saying. “Yeah because I put poison on it,” “Poison from what?” His tone changes very quickly. “From a poisonous dart frog,” “Shit,” “Yeah.” I seesaw my head.

she said. Bucky caught some fish, started a fire, and put on the fish. Adrian stood in the shade, waiting for the coachman's update. “Sir, I found the issue.” The coachman ran over, holding a dart in his hand. It was the one that Adrian had thrown. Andre came over and inhaled sharply upon seeing the dart. He became worried. “Someone ambushed us?” “I think so.” Adrian pretended to know nothing. He took the dart and took a good look at it. He then noticed a wolf at the tail of the dart. “Does this belong to the Wolf Fangs?”

EmeraldEyes launches the dart with his prized atlatl a spear thrower carved from the tusk of the matriarch, feeling the notches beneath his palm and remembering each prey they represented by name. The first dart signals the eruption of chaos, its barbed tip to write this conflict into the air among countless others. Only the jungles of Ma’Nyla, the near-eternal witnesses, are the true victors of these many warriors; from those simply vying for daily survival, to those protecting their supposed claim on the land. The blood spilled and flesh rendered feeds its roots.

he retorted sharply with a growl, his voice increasing as veins began to become visible on the side of his neck, “I stopped knowing you the moment that innocent man was lying dead in front of me….” I wanted to speak, and maybe explain when something suddenly whizzed past my ear, missing by only an inch. But in the blink of an eye I realized that the object did not actually miss its target. The object moved past me in a flash, and it wasn’t until it stuck itself in Lucian’s bare chest till I realized what it was. A blow dart, and it came from behind me. I whipped around to see that Damir was behind the unprecedented shot. He still looked disinterested despite what he had just done.