Arrow: Blood Rush Novels & Stories

I felt something pass by my face. “Ahhhh!” I screamed and sounded out from behind me. I quickly looked back. An arrow was sticking out of someone's chest. He reached down to pull it out… “No! Don’t!” I yelled out too late. As he pulled it out, loads of blood squirted out of his chest. Spraying me and the others near me in blood. I stumbled back, my hands trying to wipe the blood out of my eyes. “But...I...I said don’t….”

he exclaimed, ducking low to avoid the next volley. Another arrow flew straight toward Aria. Ryan intercepted it without hesitation, positioning his body as a shield. The rune-covered arrowhead sliced deep into his shoulder before shattering on impact. Pain flared hot and immediate through his arm, but the greater terror came from what followed. The moment his blood touched the stone, Aria lost control entirely. Power exploded outward from her in a violent shockwave that shook the entire area. The cliffside cracked instantly under the immense force, with fractures racing across the rock like lightning. Hunters climbing the ridge screamed as the mountain beneath them gave way. Several plummet

POV: GUS I sit in the back of the car, windows rolled down a crack, the evening breeze brushing past like it wants to warn me, but I’m not listening. I never listen to warnings. Not anymore. I see the city spread below me, every street, every house, every light a piece I can move, and I feel that old familiar rush, the one that makes my pulse quicken and my stomach tighten at the same time. Control. That’s the word. I want control, not chaos, and tonight, the pieces are moving exactly the way I planned.

The coppery smell blood of the young man I had punched and pinned to the ground filled my nose. One way in, several ways out, and I chose the easiest way to get back to Rose's apartment, in her bathroom, so I could wash myself off that fucker’s blood. She might be back from her date. I could see her collected step as she walked into her bedroom and then her bathroom. She took me by surprise by showing up in here naked; it was nice to see her in her birthday suit, but it wasn't what I needed to see right now; it could spark up the portion of my brain that had her name engraved on it.

James asked as he looked at the wrapped package. “Open it and find out.” He smiled as James started ripping the paper off and unfolded the leather vest. “What does it say?” “That’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, same as my jacket. But below it, it says, ‘Blood of Wrath’. That means every biker that sees it will know you’re my son,” he said. James looked up at him, his eyes glistening. “Really?” “Whenever we go to events like today, you can wear it and people will know exactly who you are.” He could feel that tug of emotions in his chest and when he looked up, Jenna was smiling brightly, he could feel that in his soul too.

AVA The loud, blaring music and whispers waving through the crowd behind us fades away slowly the further we stepped into Hunter’s ridiculously huge parking lot. It’s cold, and I don’t need to look into a mirror to know my entire body is turning purple right now. The temperature of the frigid night air makes each tiny hair on my body stand straight up. I exhale a breath and bring two of my palms together, rubbing them for heat. But it’s useless as I’m practically bare in other parts of my body, and I have nothing else with me but this sexy shimmery swimsuit I had stupidly put on.

The Great Hall erupted into chaos. "AMBUSH!" someone screamed, but I was already moving, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. I lunged for Callum as more arrows whistled through the air, their tips gleaming with something that made my wolf recoil in horror. Wolfsbane. They'd coated the arrows in wolfsbane.

Arya Cool air winnows through my White fur as we race down the woods towards the Misty river that separates Blue Blood and Blacktooth Guardians. Jex races alongside me in his grey wolf and communicates to me through the mind link that we should continue down the river and drink some water. We slope down to the river, the grass under my paws getting wetter and colder the nearer we get.

There were growls at dusk as men and wolves became feral shapes. Among Rafe's company, Duncan's eyes contracted. His bowstring was taut, the smooth arrow flashing with a merciless promise. He did not wait for Rafe's order—he never did when it was his own need for blood that was fulfilled. His gaze searched for Seraya in the crowd, her profile against the dying light of day, and a wicked smile spread wide across his face. "Hardly now," grunted Duncan, and with a zipping sound like a knife the arrow shot through the air, slicing wind and smoke, hurtling straight for Seraya's heart.