Arrow: Blood Rush Novels & Stories

she grew stronger than i remember her to be. the rest of the rogues that did not meet there end were running away. On the top of the hill a big shadow appeared, a wolf so big it was as close as an alpha. watching with black eyes rimmed with a white hallow. fleeing away with the rest of the pack, as i was going to the run i felt Lukrezia getting weaker, she was already injured, that attack must have exhausted her. falling to the ground she started puking blood, worrying me even more. unable to stand i shifted back and i was by her side in a second, as i was about to hold her close, her body was snatched out of my hands, grabbed by hunter, her twin.

I quickly dodge an arrow that shoots right near my head and then I rush to the nearest brush patch before seeing Ryder go down in a cloud of arrows and Eric ripping the throat out of one of the hunters. Searching for a way to get back to grab more reinforcements, I see a clearing just behind me and make a mad dash for it just before an arrow hits me in the leg and almost makes me fall into the ravine in front of me. Skirting the edge, I make it back to the pack and scream out for anyone to hear me.

It rages wildly piercing the mist. Altarria shifts her weapon back to a bow again. She takes two arrows and aims to her left. The mist is still covering the surroundings. She breathes in and tries to stand steadily. She charges her arrows and they glow in red. Red lightning emits from them. She changes her bow position to horizontal. She moves from the wall and releases the arrows.

The entire horde followed right behind it, a twisting, writhing mountain of pale flesh and flashing fangs ascending toward the ridge. "Fire!" the mercenary commander screamed in absolute panic. The night exploded with muzzle flashes. High-caliber, silver-tipped ammunition tore into the ascending horde, but the blood-born didn't even slow down. The bullets sank into their pale, rubbery flesh with wet thuds, the wounds closing instantly as the black, ancient blood in their veins rejected the metal. A pale hand reached over the lip of the cliff. Before the commander could scream again, he was snatched by the throat, his heavy tactical armor snapping like plastic as he was dragged violently over

The flowing streams of red were all absorbed by the scimitars. Len's jaw was dropped of the sight. "Holy shit..." Arjan was more resistant than others, but his blood trickled out into the air still. He was shaken as he aimed his arrow to Dar Lugal. Vorpaltinger wanted to stop him but Axylia, who was unaffected, struck again with fiery blasts. It was Tirana who stepped in and pierced Arjan right in the stomach. "Y - You...!" Arjan gargled by his own blood, and he backhanded Tirana so hard she immediately fell. He pulled Mist Lotus out of his stomach and blood streamed out even more from him. He was severely weakened, but so did Dar Lugal.

“Faster motherf**kers!!” I gasp inwardly the moment I felt an arrow almost slice straight through my head. My fear has then been realized when the sharp edge of the arrow looked like it was dipped in some type of purple liquid. 'Wolfsbane!' Ares gritted her teeth, growling lowly just after she took a small whiff of it in the air. It had landed on the pile of mud I barely managed to dodge and pass by. Shit! I thought to myself. That could have been my head! My mouth fell open at the sudden thought.

Me and Arizer starts running to join Nico. I take the lead of Arizer , I start to to slow down to wait for Arizer but he shouts to me "Keep going don't stop I'm right behind you." I hesitate for a second and then run full speed again until I'm level with Nico, I don't pull ahead of Nico as I don't want to get there before him as I have no idea what I am walking into as I don't have the pack l**k. When we get there it is a blood bath is it wolf on wolf. The rouges have broken through all I can see is claws and teeth mixed with fur flying all around. Arizer run's up behind me.

Hilda We push forward and the fog disappears as suddenly as it came. The relief at being able to see barely sets in when an arrow comes flying out of nowhere, straight into Arlo’s chest. Blood immediately starts pouring from the wound, dripping in thick splotches to the ground, forming a puddle in seconds.