Arrow: Blood Rush Novels & Stories

Xeros’s POV I didn’t see it coming. One second Aria was beside me, walking out of that bastard Alpha’s pack house and the next second, I heard the sharp sound of something cutting through the air. An arrow hit her before I could stop it. “Aria!” I shouted, catching her in my arms before her body hit the ground. My heart froze. Her face turned pale immediately. Her lips started to lose color. Her breathing slowed down so fast it scared the hell out of me. I looked at the arrow—it had a greenish liquid on the tip.

After getting control of the power, five assassins surround him. "Leave here now!" Alex shouted but they didn't , instead they all point their gun towards him, Alex raised his left arm a shield and several arrows appeared from no where, the shield protected him while the arrows pierced all through the body of the five assassins, leaving them in the pool of blood.

Ignoring all consequences -- he focused his blood in his mind as a lot as possible. Blood rushed via his blood vessels. His coronary heart becomes beating at its very limit, following a speedy rhythm. Moments later -- in real reality it become simply an immediately of extraordinarily short thinking, a flash of lightning streaked throughout his thoughts. "--So that is what's going on." Returning blood float to normal, he allowed his blood to go back to his torso. Raven drove and supported his unsteady frame, pulled out The Sacred Cross Blade from the ground and carried it on his shoulders.

SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand. Running right up to the villain, I shove him back and prepare to strike him with my sword. However, as I am swinging my sword, I see out of the corner of my helmet three arrows directly in front of me. "Oh no," I say, seeing a tiny, blinking red light on them. It's too late. Even with my speed, I still can't get away in time. The arrows all explode. I scream once more as I'm knocked back, my sword falling out of my hand while I drop to the floor.

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

“Kill them!” The first wave of Reapers pulled wildly at the vines trying to free their legs, but it was taking time. Harrison took the opportunity and continued firing, hitting the Reapers in the face and neck. They swatted at the bullets like flies, but the shots were slowing them down. Aurora stood up and took an arrow from her quiver. She let out a breath and slowly stretched it back in a bow that had been her mother’s - the string made from the dried sinew of a fallen brown bear and the bow carved from an old oak tree. Slowly and carefully she closed her fingers around the wood. Her blood pulsed with the power of her ancestors as she counted to three and released the arrow. It peeled thr

This time I’m under my own control, but I am exhausted, and it is slowly starting to show. I need blood and my eyes are drawn to the main artery on Archer's neck, which is pulsing at a nice steady pace as he stands in front of me, ready to fight. Archer then lunges at me. I dodge, but he manages to turn quicker than I thought he could and hits me directly in the back, knocking me forward.

Alex twisted his neck and shifted into his werewolf form, his deepened voice rumbling: “I’m ready.” Ray instinctively stepped back he couldn’t afford to miss a single moment of this. Ruth adjusted her stance, drawing the bow in one smooth, powerful motion. The arrow flew so fast it was almost invisible. Thwip! Alex grunted in pain as it buried itself into the exact same spot Ruth had hit earlier. “Arrgh! F!” he roared, clutching his shoulder. Ray burst into laughter. “And here I thought you’d catch it like before!”

Its teeth gleamed, jagged and black, dripping with something thicker than saliva. “Move!” I roared, my voice raw, cutting through the chaos. Aya rolled aside, smooth as water over stone, her movements precise despite the madness. She nocked another arrow mid-roll, loosing it as she hit the dirt. The shaft buried itself in the beast’s throat, black foam bubbling from the wound. It coughed—a wet, guttural sound—but kept coming, undeterred, its silver veins flaring brighter under its matted fur.

Out of the blue, there's a whistling noise, and then, to my shock, an arrow strikes him in the shoulder. I gasp as blood spills instantly, dripping down his arm, seeping from where the arrow pierces through him and exits the other side. He turns to me, his eyes glowing as they shift toward a dark red. He shoves me aside roughly. “Run,” he growls. “Now.”