Arrow: Blood Rush の小説・ストーリー

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. *

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."

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.