Any Arrow Novels & Stories

It stared at one pair of hazel eyes as it gets ready to be pierced by the arrow the human was holding. It's been a while the wolf was waiting but the arrow it's expecting didn't come. It looked up again and Narrah stared at the wolf's anxious eyes. Her arrow is ready but the wolf's presence unexpectedly does not intimidate her. Several moments passed and nothing happened. Narrah slowly lowered her bow and retrieve the arrow while the wolf continued to stare at her.

Isaac glanced at everyone who gave a nod. “When I give the signal, we’ll go. Ready?” Yuki asked while looking at them one by one. They all nodded. “Okay, cover your eyes!” Yuki shot an arrow upward. After reaching a certain height, the arrow exploded into a bright flare, lighting up the dark night. “Now!”

Sethlzaar nodded, then reached into his cloak. It was longer than most and possessed hollow tubes with holes cut into their sides running their lengths. Sethlzaar nocked the new arrow. It was different from the multitude he'd used since the battle had begun. It also surprised him to find they had survived in his cloak. Taking aim, he let it fly skywards. The air ran through the tubes as the arrow cut through it, sending a shrill whistle through its surroundings. "We have to go, now," Narvi continued in vrail. "Where's Wraith?"

one of them said. “Mr Malcolm was the one who sent us,” the other added. “Oh, please come on in” Ryan opened the door wider and they both ventured into the cozy room which felt like home. “They are the make up artists Malcolm sent to help with your makeup” Aurora raised a brow in confusion, he didn’t tell her that he was sending people to make her up. Before she could say anything, her phone beeped with a message from him. “They will help you get ready” this was the message and she didn’t say anything again.

He began to dig the place until he drew out a metal sheath with arrows, it was rusting already. He stared at it raising it up, it looked kind of familiar. He removed all the arrow and about five had a silver head. He turned the arrow upside down and underneath it was a word. "Archer 4.0." "Sarah!" Aiden shouted in tears. Tara rushed out of the tent and stood akimbo. "Are you day dreaming again?" Tara asked. "'No. I found her sheath, i found Sarah's arrow." Nick said.

Arrow shakes his head with a smirk on his face. “So how far up are we going?” I ask excited as my tummy does a flip flop while the elevator rushes towards the clouds. “Only the best for my Luna” Arrow says as he leans in and kisses my forehead. “All the way to the top, Angel” Aries pulls me in, squishing me with the arm he has around my shoulders while tilting my chin up to look at him.

Manor immediately backs away and keeps an eye on the Elf. " Creator's head! Make me a transparent barrier that no arrow can go through in one direction, and in the other, the arrow can. Make it a quarter circle covering from here to the 10th tile over there. The direction of the arrows able to go out is facing me." A multicolor transparent barrier appears around us and the arrows hit the barrier and fall to the ground. Creadestor's second head closes its mouth. Manor suddenly rolls out of the protection of the barrier.

“We need him.” Arkyn watches me for a second, then sighs, his expression softening just a fraction. “Look, I know this shit with Zane is getting to you. But you can’t lose focus now. We’re getting reinforcements, and we’re closing in on the witches. But you need to keep your head in the game.” I grit my teeth, nodding. “I know.” “Do you?” Arkyn steps closer, his voice dropping. “Because I’ve seen the way you look at him. I’ve seen how much this has messed with you.”

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

The meaning was brutally clear. “They kill them,” Aira whispered. Kael’s voice was sharp. “They won’t touch you.” But Rowan wasn’t finished. “There’s more.” Everyone turned toward him. “The banner wasn’t the only thing the scouts found.” He placed another object on the table. A broken arrow. Dark metal glinted along the tip. Kael picked it up carefully. His expression changed instantly. “You recognize it?” Aira asked. “Yes.” His voice was grim. “This arrow belongs to one man.”