Arrow: Blood Rush Novels & Stories

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.

Mae’s power pulsed, uncontrolled, filling every corner of the ship with its glow. But the reprieve was short. The champion’s void-heart pulsed once, and the horde surged forward again, faster, hungrier, their claws slamming against the ramp with deafening force. “Hold the line!” Ashar roared, his blade igniting brighter, flames spreading across the deck as he carved through three at once.

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.

The arrow, however, was only slightly deflected downward. "Roar——" At this moment, Shirley could only save herself. Due to its fast speed, everyone was simply not prepared. She let out a roar and raised her hand to block… At that very moment, that was the only thing she could do. "Poof—" The demonic arrow with a red glow pierced through Shirley's palm, which then ruthlessly pierced her chest. There was a big bang. The golden bone marking made a dull and loud sound, and Shirley's body flew more than ten meters backward… These descriptions might seem lengthy, but all these happened very quickly.

***TRIGGER WARNING*** This chapter contains a depiction of ‘blood magic’ which could be compared to self-harm or attempted suicide. Bronx’s POV Arrow pulls an arrow from his quiver and blows it after I tell him about Cason having rejected his fated mate. He rolls it with his fingers and it turns into crystal glass. I don’t know how he did it, but it’s the coolest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. “Is he going to shoot Cason with a glass arrow?” Saint watches quizzically.

A face only a mother could love. I squeezed my eyes shut as it turned my head... But Bax... Then its attention snapped up the hill in the opposite direction of where we just rolled from, as if it could hear what I couldn’t, making almost all of its weight painfully shift onto my left arm. I used this moment to buck my hips and toss it off me, quickly rolling to my stomach and staggering to my feet, coughing up the blood working to drown me and spitting it out. I refused to break eye contact as I pulled my club from my bag.

Each of them scrutinizes the wolf silently, now feeling less afraid of its size than earlier. “He’s here!” Kira says after a while. Theo turns and his ears perk up at the sound. After a few minutes, his Alpha and the warriors come in sight. And there it is…Theo thinks to himself…The powerful Trueblood aura. A huge truck stops a few meters away at the clearing…whereas Alpha walks towards them with warriors trailing behind. Theo can’t tell what he is thinking…as far as he knows, Alpha has never met another Trueblood.

I slam into the wolf attacking him, my claws slicing deep. The body drops instantly. Before the next can react, I strike again and he falls dead to the ground. Seventeen of them are down now. They're dead, and three remain in front of me. Three remain in front of me. I step forward, blood dripping from my jaws, ready to finish them all. And then, I hear it. A sharp, slicing sound cutting through the air. Arrows!!! My instincts react before thought. I turn to see the direction it's coming for, and it's coming for us.

Out of nowhere— Whoosh! An arrow tore through the air, grazing my arm as blood spilled to the soil. “Scarlet!” I shouted, turning toward her. But it was already too late.

Noah hesitated, but when he saw my hand leave red marks on Ava's wrist, he immediately ordered someone to restrain me. Ava winked at me. "This curse removal isn't difficult. I learned it from the elders in the tropical rainforest before." They forced me into a dark room. The piercing noise exploded in my ears. I screamed, covering my ears in pain. A bright light stabbed into my eyes like a sharp sword. I was raised by wolves from a young age. Throughout the years I lived with them, my senses became a hundred times more sensitive than normal people's, almost like a wolf's.