African Blow Dart Novels & Stories

I let out a scoff, "let's just say my sex toys does a better job than any man. So why would I need any man when I have my toys to satisfy me?" He roared in laughter, and then he cocked the gun and aimed it straight at me, "Any last meaningful words, dear?" I folded my arms across my chest and said, "Fuck you, horny Alex." "That would do." And with that, he pulled the trigger, but no sound was made. I just felt a sharp pain around my arm, and when I shot my head towards the place, my eyes widened when I saw a dart embedded in my skin. "What... What the hell is this?" I asked, pulling the dart out immediately, but as soon as I pulled it out, another one struck me on my upper arms.

Cakra then turns three of his right arms into the cannon, Gatling, and rifle, and he shoots the guy in the midair with three of them that he falls to the ground. The guy stands up barely and says, “HOW DID YOU....” Alfi approaches the guy with his lengthened and expanded crowbar which looks like a solid spear and says, “Weapon number 6: Tipit, a crowbar which can be lengthened and expanded. Not only that, but it can also nullify your attack.” Alfi then kisses his bracelet and his Iru is flowing to his spear. The spear is layered by fire and there’s something burning fire on the edge. Alfi aims the spear at the guy.

It always just seems like he has something for everything and anything, and this is just one of those times, because after a few minutes, he’s already handing me a small dart made of glass, with a small amount of clear liquid inside. He gives it to me and I take it, but I can’t help remembering the blades Osman tried to use on me and Elora, the ones that sneakily contain and transfer human blood to turn us into monsters permanently. I turn it in my hands. “Where did you get this?”

It wasn't designed for a clean kill, it was designed for a lesson. Vane surged forward, his shoulder nearly brushing mine as he prepared to shove me into the concrete barrier of the next hairpin turn. I didn't give him the chance. I leveled the barrel at his thigh and squeezed the trigger. There was only a high-frequency hiss. The pressurized dart pierced his leather suit, delivering a concentrated pulse directly into his nervous system. It was instantaneous.

I asked handing her the needle. “Well, this is a blowing dart that was dipped in a substances that knocks the victim on conscious. As for who broke into your pack that’s easy, no one has broken in, but I would venture a guess that some people have broken out of the pack.” The old woman, said with a smile. “What? Who the hell left the pack without my permission I didn’t authorize anyone to leave the pack lands.” I yelled angrily. “I’m going to assume that is why they used the darts to get pass your men.” The grandmother said calmly. “Do you know who left the pack?” I asked, getting really annoyed that she won’t just give me all the information she knows instead of having me play twen

"You really are cocky when it comes to fighting, aren't you? You think you're so good when all you've done is kick me-" I fired the spear at him, the male silences himself as the spear misses his ear, just a few millimeters away. His eyes widened, mouth hung open. "I can do more than just kicking, Filip." All of a sudden I felt a pang of pain struck my leg. I quickly spun my head only to see a dart stuck on it. In a second, my knees gave up, and I landed on the floor, face first. Blowdarts, highly poisonous. These damned psychos.

I abandon the stash collection of numerous zigzagged bladed twin daggers I was gawking at and begin heading towards her. Sometimes, I get too lost in my head whenever I am talking about weapons. When I reach her, she points at the array of a few oddly shaped, bogus fat guns before us that I have never seen before. They are just five. Their barrels have very transparent curved channels that look like empty see-through water pipes, transversing all way from the mouth of their barrels throughout the rest of their bodies. “What are these?” I ask, lifting my hands to touch them. “They do not have a name yet, but I love calling them the ‘Blitz’ because of the swift balls of molten silver they can

“And lots of them can live underwater, so water is ineffective on them, and some of them have the ability to shoot water darts out of their hands.” “Did the book speak about the effects of water darts?” Kieran asked, already sounding sleepy. “Well, it's just like normal darts. It causes pain, but if it somehow stays inside a man's body, which happens when it goes completely inside, but not outside,” I took a pause, "the darts dissolve, and they become poisonous to the man's body." “And they die.” Kieran sighed. “But what if it stays out, can it be pulled? Since it's like water?” Kieran asked.

It fell uselessly into the dirt. The element of surprise gone, Devrim came out of hiding. "Thanks for the gift." He picked up the knife and tucked it in his belt. "You think that's the only weapon that I have? I have killed men more ways than you are days old." Angry pulled out a tube with darts and blew two of them at the Emperor within a second. Devrim rolled to one side before the little needles could hit their mark. Angry cursed like the sailor he was. He pulled out a small, double bladed axe and swung it around. "Why are you keeping your distance?" Angry taunted.

The second one lifts his gun. I see the device before I can shout. It’s small and loaded with something milky pale that catches the light in a way that makes my stomach drop because I know exactly what that compound does. Elara explained it in the infirmary with that flat voice she uses when the truth is too ugly to sugarcoat. The dart crosses the distance in under a second. It hits Kieran in the left shoulder. His body doesn’t stop. Momentum carries him forward—two more strides, claws dragging furrows in the asphalt—and for one suspended moment, I think he’s going to shake it off. Because that’s what alphas do. Nothing sticks. They’re built to survive and keep moving.