Arrow: Blood Rush Novels & Stories

ARTHUR Ruthar takes slow retreating steps away from the beams but it moves in sync with our steps the red beams still pointed at us, An arrow is shot at ruthar as he tries dodging it off but it was too Late as he had been hit in the side, "Run" I yell at him with the mind link,

Blood gurgles from the Hunter's mouth as he crumples to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring up at the night sky. "Woohoo!" Vivaldi exclaims, his face alive with the thrill of the fight. He charges at the Hunters with the speed of a cheetah on espresso shots, his wild hair whipping in the wind. Bullets, arrows, and other projectiles sail towards him, but he embraces the impact like a metalhead at a mosh pit, making no effort to dodge them.

145 MOM, GRANDMA RURUO I THINK I'M COMING WITH YOU Suddenly, Aru was rejoicing, upon the sight before him, where RiVi was struggling to breathe while coughing a lot of blood. “It worked” Aru exclaimed. Aru's face couldn't hold back his glee and from there he pushed RiVi away, and showed his true colour, his pheromones also released his intention. “Finally, I had my revenge! I didn't expect to see you die like this, in my hands, under my watch, what a pure bliss”.

He's trying to run, but the arrow's preventing him from doing so. That Arrow had a rope connected which was pulling him back. Scar stands up on all four legs and begins to growl. Michelle and I are so stunned that we don't move, we don't say anything. He begins to run towards us, but another arrow whizzes out of the forest and spears him right through the heart. He coughs up blood before planting face first in the snow.

It was like a hammer had slammed down on steel as it kept ringing. Hero stood far away. He had a three-feet long bronze bow in his hand. Aura was flowing all around him as he released an arrow. The sharp arrow shot through the air with a sharp whoosh. There was a dark look in Chase's eye. He stepped forward softly and evaded the arrow with great speed, but he was too slow. The arrow got him in the abdomen, and blood splattered everywhere. His shirt was dyed red with blood. "Your archery skills aren't bad. Unfortunately for you, my physique is too strong. Your arrows alone can't stop me."

Chapter 5 Aurora's POV My eyes popped at the blood that smeared his suit. Not like I expected him to be any different from his parents, but I didn't expect him to come back home with such stain. "Yea, that's blood. Does that look foreign to you?" He snarled and stared at me like I was a child that didn't understand anything. Deep down, I wished that he had some cuts or deep wound. No! I wanted to inflict the pain on him myself, but I had to act like I was concerned and hide the murderous feeling that was stirring inside of me.

"You think I came for you, Volkan? You're just an obstacle. The prize is inside." Another arrow, aimed not at Alexander but at me. He dove, catching it with his shoulder, the tip burying itself in his flesh. He went down on one knee, and I saw his face for the first time—pale, sweating, his jaw tight with pain. "No," I breathed. "No, no, no—" I ran to him. Ignored his shout of protest, ignored the arrows still flying, ignored everything except the man bleeding silver poison on the floor. His thigh was a ruin, the arrow embedded deep, the flesh around it blackening. His shoulder was worse. The silver was spreading, I could see it crawling through his veins like liquid fire.

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.

They didn't waste time, mistaking my being lost in thought for distraction and tried to advance closer to eliminate me and take their prize, only I guessed they'd forgotten I was telekinetic. Focusing my attention on them, I watched as they went flying in different directions, but I'd underestimated them because in directing my attention on the ones I could see and smell, I'd not heard the arrow until it hit my back and I screamed because I felt it. The tip coated with mountain ash, which was lethal to vampires in just the right dose. Whoever had fired this had either miscalculated this dose or they'd done it on purpose because I wasn't comatose. It was also an added advantage that I was a b

The prophecy’s weight (Born of man and moon) pressed against her chest, making every breath feel like a fight. She didn’t know where she was running to, only that she couldn’t stop. The woods were alive, whispering secrets in the rustle of leaves, the drip of water from branches. Her senses sharpened without warning—too sharp, too wild. She could smell the earth, rich and heavy, and something else—fur, blood, and a faint trace of vanilla that shouldn’t be here. Her nails ached, digging into her palms, and for a moment, she swore they lengthened, sharp and foreign.