Arrow: Blood Rush Novels & Stories

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.”

Then she loaded her bow with the arrow which is now carrying her blood and fired. That arrow hit Asael on his right shoulder. He paused momentarily as the arrow he was stuck with began to burn his flesh. The bad odor of flesh burning began to waft all around, indicating how her blood affected him. "I might not be grandmother, but I do carry her essence combined with my father's in my blood. My blood might not be enough to kill you, but it is enough to hurt you badly" she muttered angrily. Her blood began to spill on the ground from the cut.

What kind of game was Claudis playing? “Oh, I must have forgotten to tell you about that. It seems our sweet Araya here has special blood. Although we have not tested it yet, Acelin himself has tasted it confirming to my satisfaction enough.” Onyx’s eyes jerked back to me looking me up and down. She leaned forward and inhaled deeply. Her eyes squinted and her face read confusion, but she didn’t speak. Claudis continued on. “You see, Araya, only a certain special type of people possesses this blood that is so sweet and craved by many, because it is forbidden. It is forbidden to drink the blood of this particular group of people.”

The aura of a powerful warrior was radiated from every fiber of his muscles, and his veins rippled underneath his tough skin. “Ready,” Black Ink responded and whipped his spear out. His aura skyrocketed, and his power shook the space around him. His veins wriggled like tiny dragons and his blood boiled like a sea of magma in anticipation of the fight to come. “Ready,” Red Marshall stated as her aura responded to her opponent’s. Its serene nature was very quickly overtaken by the savagery that had remained hidden until now. Like a provoked bear, or a poked hornet’s nest, it exploded into a full blown murderous aura. Her eyes glowed with calm that was unbefitting of her aura as she held onto h

He needs them as proof before claiming his coins. "Fuck. Have you been eating shits? Your blood fucking stinks!" Archer cursed when the serpent's blood spit out on his face. Archer, without minding his body bathing with the beast's blood bolted towards his horse, Panther, and left the woods with a triumphant smirk pestered on his bloody face. *