Arrow: Blood Rush Novels & Stories

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 let the wind rip again when the second wave of arrows come. My body’s already filling up for a third wave, my body completely steeped in my power and , an arrow makes contact. I feel one come from up above, from the trees, and I feel it tear right into my chest.

Running. Sprinting towards the open door. Every now and then Rose looked back to find Theo's pace slowing down - far behind Rose's current position. Those broad shoulders seemed to rise and fall. Theo's hands were clenched tightly around his chest. The difficulty of breathing with something seemed to pierce the muscle nerves. Theo's movement stopped. One arm reached out, trying to pull out a sharp object-a type of arrow stuck on the right side of his back. Someone, who knows who, fired a 10 gauge dart that was quite wide in diameter and filled with a clear liquid that had diminished.

~ Ryder ~ The arrow flew straight toward Doris. For one terrifying second, the entire battlefield disappeared around me. I couldn’t hear the screams anymore, neither could I hear the clash of claws or the dying cries of warriors. All I saw was that arrow aimed directly at her chest. “DORIS!” I roared. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as I ran toward her. Panic burned through me so hard it felt like fire spreading under my skin. I knew I wouldn’t make it in time.

Allies healed for 50% of enemy damage dealt. - **Flavor:** Violet blood falls from storm clouds; smells like copper and regret. **New Active 2: Blood Hurricane (Lv. MAX)** - **Cost:** 100,000 MP - **Cooldown:** 10 min - **Effect:** Summon 500m-radius blood tornado (Pulls enemies in; 10,000 slashing/bleed dmg/sec; Shreds immortality). Allies inside gain +200% speed/healing; launches them as projectiles. - **Flavor:** Spinning vortex of razor blood; howls like drowning gods.

An Umbra child, nine years old, was dragged screaming by two mercenaries. Then— A knife slammed into one throat. A bullet tore through the other. Aria, masked in black, with a blood-slicked blade, stepped into the chaos. “Nobody takes another one of mine.” Behind her: six ex-Wraiths, armed to the teeth. Beside her: Roji, piloting a remote tank through fire and smoke. Above: Drones bearing a single flag. ☉ — The mark of resurrection. The sigil of vengeance. Bloodstorm had begun.

Bloodless. Instead, we walked straight into a trap as perfectly orchestrated as a spider's web. The first arrow struck the massive oak inches from my head with a solid thunk that reverberated through the night air. Splinters of bark exploded across my cheek, the sharp fragments drawing thin lines of blood. I froze, every instinct in my body flaring to life like struck matches. My enhanced senses exploded outward, cataloging threats, escape routes, the positions of our attackers based on the arrow's trajectory.