Arrow: Blood Rush Novels & Stories

It should terrify me—this wild, untamed thing inside us both—but all I feel is a terrible, clawing need to run , to fight , to get to Arthur— A shadow detaches from the trees. Tall. Broad. Northern Pack colors. My goldfire flares instinctively, but the man doesn't attack. Just stares at my glowing hands, his weathered face slack with shock. "True Alpha," he breathes. Then an arrow takes him in the throat. Blood sprays. The Northerner chokes, collapsing as three more of his packmates burst from the treeline. They see him fall. See me standing there, goldfire dripping from my fingers like liquid sunlight.

Graham and Heath continued dropping and raising the air pressure simultaneously and creating ice shards to wound the enemy wolves, making their progress a bit slower. Adolphus filled a small amount of his blood into a barrel and dipped as many arrowheads as they could. To test whether his blood would work or not, he took three arrows with him and ran towards the border again. He threw two of them to Nick and Sebastian, who were already fighting with two vampires. In one swift motion, Nick thrust the arrow inside the chest of the vampire, who went pale immediately. The arrow was made up of Ashwood, and now dipped with Adolphus’ blood, it worked more fatally than a poison could.

"This will not end without blood." The strange man chuckled. "Oh, but it does," he said. "It has to end in bloodshed. Because that's the only way to bring about change.” *********** ARROW’S POV The trigger was pulled and suddenly the CEO was sprawled across the ground with an arrow embedded in his chest. I blinked - where did an arrow come from? The shade man smiled, and I saw that he had a bow with him. "I see," he said in a voice that conveyed madness "I have been training for this time for quite some time now, and I will not be stopped."

I hear the sharp, metallic twang of arrows and the clash of magic as Akin and Brook fight it off, but my focus is solely on River. He’s sprawled on the ground, his face pale and his chest heaving as blood pours from his wounds. My hands press desperately against his chest, trying to staunch the flow, but the crimson warmth seeps through my fingers, relentless and terrifying. I can’t make it stop, and he’s fading fast. “Stay with me, River,” I demand, my voice trembling. “Please, don’t do this.”

Roman pointed out. "Whatever! I still can't believe a sourdre de sang wouldn't know how the bar of the invisible works." "Bar?" Roman mocked. "A hotel. Hotel." Rose scrunched up her face. Roman pursed his lips. Reserving his words. "Whatever." Rose shrugged, "Say the words and stamp your foot twice." "That simple?" Roman asked. "Simply for pure bloods." Rose shrugged and went in ahead of him. With his shoulders all scrunched up, Roman muttered to himself, "What are the words again?"

The thing I had always missed was parted in two; myself and Isaiah. “No, but it will buy me time.” Ashari says, disappearing from view and reappearing behind Jasper. ‘DUCK!’ I scream in his mind, and he immediately drops down as I shoot my aunt with a compact light ball. It explodes in front of her, making her scream in agony. It gives Jasper time to get away from her clutches. She slashes the air and dark arrows sore towards us. We both dodge them, twirling around in the air. One gets really close, and I hurriedly get my shield up. Both arrow and shield splinters upon impact.

Sharon's scream sliced through the air, then—nothing. I turned, but my body felt lifeless like I was wading through tar. My brain refused to process what I was seeing. Arun staggered, his hands shaking as blood seeped through his fingers, spreading across his stomach, darker than the soil beneath him. He stumbled, gasped then collapsed. "No... No, no, no!" My lungs burned as I lurched toward him, but Darsh's grip was iron. "Where do you think you're going?" He wrenched me back, his hold bruising.

A fiercer attack from above, one of a kind that has never been seen before. “We are being outnumbered.” Luca growled. Arrows rained from the darkness— blackened tips coated in silver poison. One struck Arya in the shoulder, and she stumbled, already shifting back to human as the toxin spread. Mavka caught her, dragging her to cover behind a broken tree as three wolves stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a line to hold the breach. “Everyone retreat.” Darca growled and everyone started running back to the fortress. Just as the last of Darca’s warriors reached the ridge—bloodied, panting, and cornered—a shriek tore through the night.

I could see it plain as day. My life slows down as I pull away from her, whatever was about to happen would hurt. Then she lets go, it’s like a bungee cord exploded through the men and women fighting. Her scream was so loud it shook the trees, it sent rogues flying in all directions as she let loose. I watch as a rogue's eyes, ears, nose and mouth start to bleed, the colour drains from his face as he falls to his knees, and then to the ground, dropping dead like a zombie.