Novel & Cerita Any Arrow

-------------- Past, 10:14 am, Forest Raya Stuart I closed my eyes and breathed in the woody morning as I draw my arrow. My heart skips a beat as I release the arrow, its feather slightly scratching my face. I opened my eyes with a satisfied smile and remarked, "Bullseye." My arrow had hit its mark precisely and 20 times in a row. Jason is relaxing by the trees behind me and snickers, "Okay show off, can we go now?"

To her surprise, Archer met her gaze, and she could feel things moving on her stomach as they stared at each other. "Archer Evans. Nineteen. I have no intention of being friends with any of you."

The pitch black color muddled with purple glossy shimmer was singing the wails of its precision and power. A harmonious blend of two highly sought-after materials from two distinct advanced civilizations, these arrows are a true representation of what can be achieved when worlds collide. A hybrid unparalleled strength and flexibility. "Gosh!! They look gorgeous…," Creed muttered with awe while examining the arrows. "And they're quite sturdy too!" "Awesome. So, 245 arrows… hmm. If I can use one arrow three times, then it should last me 2-3 hunts," he calculated. His digital watch suddenly rang, breaking his concentration. It was Rolin, confirming the delivery. Creed answered immediately.

Chapter 181 As the arrow came whizzing for my stomach, out of reflex, the hand I had resting on my stomach shot a ball of fire to incinerate it. “What the hell?!” I hissed in anger as Arnou and I jumped apart just in time to miss the second arrow that went whizzing past me. Did the human world even have arrows? I thought they were meant to have more sophisticated fighting materials. Disappointing, honestly. “Daciana, go back to the car,” Arnou commanded as he looked straight ahead at the open door where the arrows had come from.

“Don’t waste the arrows. You never got back the arrow you shot at the lake’s surface.” Cory counted the arrows left in the quiver: twenty-four arrows excluding the one made from Anestra’s quill. She could not fire that dark arrow until she was absolutely sure it would hit Anestra. The ash brown beast was acting strangely. It seemed to be struggling internally with something. “Something’s wrong with that one,” said Cory. “This one has a collar too,” said Hayden, his eyes alight with excitement. Without warning, Hayden rushed forwards. “No wait!” Squealed Cory.

Every swing of his sword carried the weight of his determination to protect his realm. Arinna's arrows flew with fierce determination, but they seemed to meet an invisible barrier before reaching their intended targets. She narrowed her eyes, her mind racing to find a way to pierce through the enemy's defenses. With unwavering focus, she adjusted her aim and unleashed a volley of arrows that managed to break through, striking true.

Blake's men were about to follow the attacker or even take him down when Shadow stopped them. "It's my spy," Shadow declared, walking to the wall. Pulling the arrow out in one go, she looked at her master. "They sent some urgent news." She recognised the arrow by its unique structure and colour. It was a jet-black metallic arrow with a round bulging structure at the proximal part of the shaft. There was a small button, which was hardly visible, just below the bulge. She pressed the button and a small door on the bulge opened before a small rolled letter fell on her palm.

Ace did calm down and without a word, he retired to his empty and shallow room. Asher and Andrew stood still in their places. " why is Ace sad?" Asher asked with a crack in his voice, teary eyes and a pout. " life is hard on him, unfair "

It was akin to a guide, ensuring pinpoint accuracy as long as the target lingered within this designated zone within my field of vision. Utilizing the knowledge and insights gained from my previous experiences was proving invaluable. With precision, I aligned the highlighted area of my Vital Sight skill to encompass the path of the fleeing assassin. Without hesitation, I released the arrow. In an astonishing display, the arrow soared forth as if guided by an unseen force. It gracefully navigated through the dense maze of trees, seamlessly maneuvering and dodging obstacles along its trajectory. To my enhanced vision, it appeared as though the arrow possessed a life of its own, animated and pu

“You look… trapped.” Tears burned my eyes, but I shook my head. “Not here. Please. He’s watching.” Andrew reached for my hand, just for a second, his fingers brushing mine. The warmth of his touch nearly undid me. But then a shadow stretched across the hallway. Arrow. His expression was calm, almost pleasant. But his eyes… his eyes were knives. 🗡️ Andrew dropped my hand instantly, his face hardening. “Mr. Dawson,” Arrow said smoothly, extending his hand as if greeting an old friend. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”