Any Arrow Novels & Stories

I nodded in acknowledgment. Rowan rolled his eyes, for a man so handsome he was for sure an asshole, “She goes into action tonight. I don’t care if she’s a clergy at a court. She needs to know the basic form of defense.” “Teach me then.” I said to him, “I’m ready.” He snorted and threw the bow at me, coming out of nowhere I fumbled catching it. He chuckled, wickedly, my frown grew even deeper. “It takes a little deal of arm strength to fire these arrows. They’re specially imported from South America, made from kronimum steel which can impale a werewolf. It wouldn’t kill one, but it can for sure hurt it.”

My heart began to sound loudly in my chest as adrenaline surged through my body and I realized that the long-awaited war was finally here. The strong and commanding voice of Ronan echoed in the air as he called out to the archers, “Attention archers! Get ready!” I observed closely as our skilled fighters quickly sprang into action. They moved with impressive agility, skillfully drawing their weapons and carefully lining up their arrows. Their faces showed a strong determination. Adams then turned around to face me, his expression very intense and focused. “These arrows are specially dipped in wolfsbane,” he told me, “and they are designed to weaken our enemies before they can reach our gates

Hola " Wolfsbane?" Adrain asks quietly, and Archer nods. Finn, rain, and Fantasia have now joined Archer and me back in his wing in the main living area. My mate keeps pacing back and forth in the open space between the big couch and fireplace. Fantasia is sitting beside me on the couch and Finn and Rain are opposite of us on the other couch. Archer had mind-linked Jackson a while ago to know about the strange waiter who handed me the bottled water.

Only arrows that were fortified could send them straight to the moon goddess. "I see," I said but still curious cause what I used in fortifying my arrows was not this deadly. "so I added mine to what you placed in there," he said and I almost spat out blood You added what? I asked, feeling fucked up.

I asked making both of them jump a little. "Hi Babe," Arrow smiled at me. "I missed you," he said bringing my hand to his lips before gently kissing it. I smiled, I was happy he was back. "Do you think it could be a code for something?" I repeated my question. "It could be," Arrow answered, "but I don't know how we could figure it out." I sat up, "Are there any hidden places left within the packlands?" I asked. "Not that haven't been sealed or dismantled," Arion replied.

My fingers found their familiar positions - middle, ring, and pinkie fingers holding the string. I positioned myself perpendicular to the target, standing tall with my feet shoulder-width apart. I aimed the arrow towards the escaping stinger, the bow and arrow gleaming with an ethereal light as I pulled the string back. I inhaled deeply, focusing my mind and steadying my aim. And then, I released.

I stutter, Acre grins "I think he means wow you have been busy" "Yes well we wanted to be prepared, now come let's get you lot fed and settled, tonight we rest, tomorrow we journey on". We follow grandpa through the sea of tents, looking around I see hundreds of wolves all bowing their heads to me and Acre, willing to fight for us, it makes my heart swell.

Prepared to get my stuff and walk towards her whereabouts, yet froze upon hearing an odd noise behind the huge tree before me. I equipped myself, held my bow, and positioned the arrow—ready to shoot. The atmosphere became silent and I heard my heavy breathing, "Terra, where have you been?!" A gasp escaped from my mouth as I felt a hand travel up my shoulder which gives chills down my spine. I accidentally let go of the arrow and it voluntarily released toward the thicket.

She took a deep breath, focusing on controlling the entire fire circle. Aynyra saw an arrow flying towards Rhae, heading straight for her head. She shot out her hand, willing a shield to appear, to deflect the arrow. She pushed the magic out from her body and willed it to work for her. It did, the arrow deflected off an invisible surface. Aynyra fell into a rhythm, catching the arrows in the air and shooting them in the opposite direction.

Its color is gold, and she can be sure it is not low-class; for sure, it was made personally for him. He positioned himself, pulled the arrow backward, and let it go with a snap. Raenery's gaze was drawn to the arrow's quick fling to the other side of Lamagne. Its sounds could be heard all the way across the ice field. When he turned to face her, she noticed how bright his lackluster eyes were.