Arrow: Blood Rush Novels & Stories

Selene stood at the highest ridge, arms raised, her presence casting moonlight even though the sun was trying to rise. Then came the moment of stillness before the storm. A single arrow flew from the enemy’s side—dark, poisoned, and silent. Jaxon caught it mid-air and snapped it in half. “Now!” The battle erupted. --- Arrows rained from the cliffs as Bloodmoon archers unleashed their fury. Wraith wolves charged into the ravine, only to find themselves caught in rune traps that exploded with blinding silver light. Their shrieks echoed off the stone and vanished into ash.

Then, release. The arrow soared through the air, striking the target just off-center. Not a perfect bullseye, but close enough to earn the pack’s approval. A chorus of howls rose in appreciation as Cara stepped back down, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She smirked at Raven. “Beat that.” Raven took a steadying breath, stepping up to the platform as the crowd fell silent. She raised her bow, the weight of it suddenly feeling unfamiliar in her grip. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, but she pushed past the nerves, pulling the string taut.

After those words, Amber could not hold back her anger anymore. "Stop! So., what you're saying is that you're choosing to save Tara, but you're not going to take her place, are you?" Ethan's face was dark, as he silently locked his eyes on me. Amber waved a hand, signaling her men to release her. The newly-freed Tara did not show the slightest bit of fear. She ran straight into Ethan's arms, trembling like a fragile, helpless bird.

Violet POV One minute, Adrian is gasping, wide-eyed with shock from the arrow attack. The next, he's slumping, like the life is draining right out of him. The arrow. Of course. If the Shadow Wolves aimed it, it couldn't be ordinary. Poison. It has to be poisoned. They're ruthless, but never careless. "Help!!" I scream at Mason, who's barking orders at the warriors like we're not seconds away from a fucking bloodbath. My heart is thumping wildly... Tears forming a mist in my eyes... I couldn't cry. I had to stay strong.

She would win. Angel glanced around, rain pouring heavily on him and drenched his clothes completely. The arrows stopped. Did she run out? A smirk crept on his face when he realized her strength was no more. He could attack her and win. However, Angel came to a halt when he got a whiff of something delicious lingering in the air and was carried away by the wind and water. His eyes had changed color to a crimson red. Veins popped from his neck, showing blood running at an insane speed. His thirst for blood lingered in his throat as he tried to keep calm and not fall for the trap.

He felt a surge of energy inside him, giving him greater speed and reflexes. While the creature was still surprised by Alex's unexpected reaction, Alex grabbed the knife from under his cloak. With precise movements, Alex launched his counter-attack. The knife spun through the air and landed in the creature's chest. The creature screamed in pain before vanishing in a mysterious flash of light, the knife also vanishing without a trace. Alex gasped for air, his knees barely able to support the weight of his own body. He could feel his injuries beginning to bother him. Unfortunately, there was still something Alex had to do.

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

Arkyn said through gritted teeth as he watched her wrap her hand around the stem of the arrow. He wanted Bo to remove it just to be safe. He hurried to get to her but he was too late again. She yanked hard on the arrow and it ripped through her flesh. Blood poured out of the very large opening. She looked down at the small river coming from her leg. A wave of nausea and dizziness hit her. She turned white, her eyes locking with Arkyn as her vision went fuzzy. She put her hand out as if to tell him not to come near her.

“There are people on their way here to find us.” The wolf snarled, letting Lucas know it had no intention of backing off. Alright... There was no way he would get out of this injury free but they had trained for situations like this. This wasn’t his first ambush and wouldn’t be his last. Taking a deep breath, he moved quickly, throwing his head back sharply to connect with the wolf’s snout. The screeching yelp and the feeling of something warm and wet splattering onto the back of his neck told him he had hit his mark. With the wolf stunned, Lucas rolled onto his back, hopping up to a crouching position. Ares was snapping and snarling within his mind, ready to explode free and attack. But he

The pack joined, their voices intertwining to create one eerie low that echoed through the night. They charged through the trees, bursting from the shadows. The sound of arrows being notched and guns cocking filled the gaps between the howls. The Huntress strode across the field, the snow crunched underneath her boots. She flipped two blades from her sleeves a wicked grin on her painted, blood-red lips. ####