Arrow: Blood Rush Novels & Stories

His ribs were hammered by his heartbeat like a war drum. He covered his chest slowly with his right hand. “I Jarred swear to k—” Just then, the unexpected happened. With lightning speed, an arrow wheezed through the cool night's air. And then struck Rufus in his chest. The effect was harsh and swift. Rufus' eyes widened in horror as the staff fell out of his grasp. After that, their light dimmed. He fell to his knees and began to gasp for air but it never came. In a heartbeat, he passed out and his blood stained the stone underneath him.

My eyes darted from one soldier to the next, searching the fray. Then, I saw it—an Algoth, towering and grotesque, bearing down on a soldier. Without hesitation, I pulled back the string, muscles straining as I aimed. The arrow flew through the air with a deadly whistle and pierced the creature’s skull. The soldier, breathing heavily, offered me a quick nod of thanks before charging back into the fight.

Five months to find out who was behind the killings and disappearance or he would strip the Bloodsworth clan of their title as the Baron. I needed a fucking break. I needed a distraction. I needed her. Saratan. My eyes fluttered close as her scent filled my nostrils, haunting me, taunting me. The sweet blood that flowed through her veins, the spicy fear that tinged on her skin, the musky arousal dripping from her core. I could still feel her in my arms, her warm breath fanning my face as she casted those bewitching eyes on my cock. Damn, my hard-on strained against my slacks.

She headed towards the Alpha's garden, the sound of ripping clothes pushing her to run faster, and her dress dug painfully into her ribs. The Alpha's office came into view as she rounded the corner, thundering paw-prints gaining on her. Glass shattered as she slammed into the windows and twisted at the last minute to shield her face. The floor came up fast in the darkness. Metal on metal sang as she snatched the ancient sword from its resting place and drew it. The sword gleamed at eye level, and the bookshelf pressed into her back as a guttural snarl erupted from her throat. There was now only the quiet crunching of glass and the dripping of her blood onto the floor.

[ BLUE DRAGON STYLE ] [ FIRST FORM ] “Draconic Rush …” Arth extended his sword as it began to glow in blue light. The knight was also preparing a sword skill, his sword lighting up. Then they both charged towards each other, striking their gleaming blades. A powerful force from the impact blasted around them, causing the glass windows to break and shatter. ‘Let’s get this done, Blackwinter. I trust in you,’ Arth thought, his blood flow raging wildly through his veins as he parried against his opponent.

BANG! The gunshot exploded with a deafening roar. But to Arka, the attack felt slow. The moment the bullet left the barrel, his body had already moved. SWOOSH! He twisted his body, and the bullet streaked past his shoulder. BANG! The bullet slammed into a concrete pillar, sending sparks flying. At the same time, Arka flicked his wrist. The machete shot forward like a bolt of lightning. SRAK! The blade pierced straight through Dirshan's wrist.

His frame stretched, grew—larger, broader, until he towered over everything around him, massive in a way that didn't feel natural. Didn't feel possible. And then his eyes opened. Icy blue. Bright enough to cut through the darkness, glowing like frozen fire. My wolf slammed forward inside me so hard it stole the air from my lungs. Not fear. Not submission. Recognition. Arrow! The word echoed through me, raw and instinctive, as if it had always been there—just waiting for this moment to surface again. Then Aaron's wolf moved. The first BloodRose warrior out in the field barely had time to react. A blur of black tore across the courtyard, faster than thought, faster than instinct. One second th

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

Arrow yelled as he ran over scooping up Sheila before kissing her as he spun her around. Really? I thought to myself. She’s on the opposite team. I sat up, rubbing the back of my head. I felt something drip down my face. I reached up feeling my nose run. When I looked at my fingers, it was blood. Great, now my nose will be black and blue as well as swollen. Arion was watching me from across the field. I looked away. I didn’t need them having more ammunition to use against me. Jackie ran over to him, she wrapped herself around him before they joined Arrow and Sheila.

It was like it had all happened in a blur. My breathing was harsh and shaky. I reached up to hit him in the face, but he slammed my wrist back down against the earth. That's when I noticed the deep smell of blood in the air. I blinked, and the crimson liquid dripped directly onto my face. My eyes traced over his features—and that’s when I saw it. There was a large open gash on the Alpha's cheek, the shape no doubt the work of my arrow. He had dodged it. Shit.