Arrow: Blood Rush Novels & Stories

"Move, Rangga! The charges are set!" "I can't!" Rangga screamed, his voice swallowed by the deafening roar of shifting rock. "It's too much!" Arung lunged, grabbing Rangga by the vest and hauling him upright. A bullet caught Arung in the side, a spray of dark blood painting the white snow-dust that had begun to coat the valley. Arung staggered, his grip faltering, but he gritted his teeth, his eyes locking onto Rangga’s face with a ferocious intensity.

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.

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.

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?"

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.