Arrow Huntress Novels & Stories

He was pointing the arrow at Kerrigan. The eagle was still destroying the last invocate’s face, so he was too distracted. “Rowena!” I shouted. “Nine O’clock!” I left Rowena to handle it as I ran for the invocate that was about to attack Roman and Oisin. Rowena reached for a nearby tree, and she pulled out a dark green bow and an arrow as if out of thin air. She notched the arrow and fired. Her speed was many times faster than the greatest recorded among the hunters.

Placing the aura arrow onto the string of my bow, I prepared to take aim. Amongst the assassins, one individual emitted the strongest aura, engrossed in devouring a massive leg of meat, utterly oblivious to the imminent danger. Setting my sights on this target, I focused my aim directly at the assassin's head, aligning the arrow for a precise shot. Drawing the bowstring, a surge of luminous blue aura coursed along the string, synchronizing with the arrow itself. The combined energies hummed in unison, ready to be unleashed toward its intended mark.

The sun beat down mercilessly on Rengganis’s skin. She crouched with her subordinates behind the shade of a large tree, eyes sharp, bow ready in hand, stalking a deer. Rengganis steadied herself, squinting. A wave of reluctance washed over her at the sight of the animal. But then, for a split second, her mind felt like it wasn’t her own and swish, thud! The arrow shot out and struck the deer in the back. Rengganis’s eyes widened as the arrow hit its mark. Her hands trembled, and the bow slipped from her grasp, falling to the ground.

They both choose the Arrow. I fiddled with my ring and watched Ariel pick up the bow and arrow. She stood comfortably two feet apart and looked directly at the bullseye. I was amazed she could even handle a bow but my amazement turned into a frown when I saw that Igni had fired two arrows already. They hit 8.5 of the bullseye.

I refuse. Enzo wouldn't hurt anyone. He wouldn't, he couldn't. "Welcome new recruits to the Hunter's association. Welcome all to the Archane order." My uncle finishes, driving another dart into my already discombobulated psych. "We are all excited to begin your new chapter with us. " Dammit, what rabbit hole have I fallen into?

I pointed at her bag and she looked at me confusedly. "You've forgotten, your arrow and bow, we can hunt down so animals and roast it," "Oh! You are right,"Aurelia said and stood on her feet, she reached for her loathed bag and brought the bow and quiver. "Let go hunt something good baby,"Aurelia said and screamed at the air with her arm widely spread. She walked deeper into the left side coast of tht forest. She stopped and examined the areas as she noticed a shuttling sound of the grass. She brought out an arrow from the quiver and placed it on the bowstring, she dragged it as she sighted an animal. It was a squirrel, a big one at that. She released the arrow at the squirrel but the squirr

Amira said a bit desperately, "We're going into a fight blind." Artemis released her shoulder and turned her gaze to the forest around them, "Have you forgotten what you are, Amira Haddock?" She asked her as she took off her bow and slipped an arrow from the quiver. She pressed the bow to the string and pulled it back with her aim focused on the forest ahead of her. Amira followed the line up of the arrowhead to a beautiful elk in the distance quietly grazing. She saw movement on each side of the elk roughly forty feet from it where the two hounds lie in wait.

They had us surrounded. Kael’s chest rose and fell in steady, lethal rhythm, golden eyes burning like firelight. “Stay low. No matter what happens, Aria, don’t run until I tell you.” My throat was dry. “Kael....” His gaze cut to me, fierce, almost desperate. “Promise me.” I swallowed the terror clawing up my throat and nodded. “I promise.” The promise hadn’t even settled between us when the first hunter stepped into the ruin. He was cloaked in black, his hood shadowing a face marred by scars. The bow in his hands gleamed with iron, tipped arrows, the kind that could pierce through even a wolf’s hide. Behind him, others fanned out, a half-circle of death closing in.

Qiana vaulted onto her horse and rode forward. The mount moved swiftly, and she drew her longbow with practiced ease. As the horse approached the target, a sharp whistle pierced the air. The arrow flew and struck the bullseye with perfect precision. Her skill was undeniable, yet to those who had witnessed Aurora and Yvette, Qiana's shot seemed comparatively muted. But as she circled back, the guard who had gone to retrieve her arrow suddenly cried out in astonishment.

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”