Arrow Poison Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Holding a thumb over her shoulder, Lili asks, “Did you know there’s an arrow lying on the floor in the surgery in a little pool of dried blood?” “You didn’t touch it, did you?” Darby’s eyes have gone wide. “Anna, don’t touch that,” she calls over her shoulder. “Why?” “It’s poisonous.” Before the words are out of Darby’s mouth, Anna walks up with the arrow clutched in the blades of one of her ever-present garden tools. “The grain looks like it came from yew. Right?” Studying it a moment, she looks from the arrow to Darby. “Yes. Silver tips against weres and there was an enchantment on it. But with no one here, there was no reason to remove it.”

I shoved Shaun forward, pushing him out of the way, but this put me where he had been standing, and before I could swiftly dodge, the arrow found its mark in the flesh of my shoulder. Wild, hot pain zipped through my brain, consuming my every thought. My legs wobbled underneath me, before crumbling like ruined ash and bringing me to my knees. A loud sound kept pouring into my ears over and over again. It was my screaming. The last thing that crossed my mind before the darkness was the thought of how a normal arrow shouldn't have hurt so much. — “ . . . Losing blood.” “ . . . Arrow was poisoned.” “Wolfsbane?” “They got away again, damn it!”

I groped for the arrow and felt the air around me shift. “Got it!" I grabbed the arrow and, just in time, before Doran could pick me up and crush my torso with his jaw, and stabbed it in his neck. He dropped me immediately and shook himself in pain, desperately fighting to dislodge the arrow. Hailey grabbed me and pulled me out of harm's way before I would get crushed under his paws. “What was in that arrow?" “A poison I made. His moving will make him die faster. Watch." We watched Doran fall to the ground. His eyes grew wide with fear and shock. He knew his death was upon him. Blood was already oozing out of his nostrils.

I whisper frantically as his hand moves toward the arrow. The moment my fingers brush his arm, pain explodes inside my chest. The bond. I feel it. The poison is burning through him like fire in his veins. Draven’s breathing grows rough. His jaw tightens as he tries to stay upright. Dark smoke continues curling from the arrow lodged in his chest. My wolf suddenly howls inside my head. Wolfsbane. Her voice is sharp, panicked. It’s mixed with the silver arrow. That’s why it’s burning like that.

A whistle sounded in the night. Then, fwip, I heard it. The air cut. Something flashed, fast, quiet, and dangerous. My breath caught. When I looked back, that's when I saw it. The arrow. Dark. Poisonous. Heading right for my heart.

I leaned into my horse and, just on cue, stray arrows kept flying blindly in the air in every direction. "Take cover!" I heard Brielle's voice beside me scream. Loud growls rang in the air as warriors began to shift into their wolves. I jumped down from my horse, grabbing onto the short length of the sword that was on my horse as I managed to abscond the arrows heading my way. The arrows kept flying around, hitting a few of the warriors, who let out a growl in pain. "The arrows are poisonous, laced with wolfsbane!" A warrior shouted, warning us all, and an arrow grazed through my right arm. It wasn't too deep, but my skin burned with pain from the effect of the poison.

There was also a metal gate offering a partial view of the outside. “Pick one weapon,” he ordered firmly, still avoiding my question. “You’re not allowed to shift into wolf form until halfway through.” I didn’t hesitate. I went straight for the bow and arrows. I grabbed a quiver with about ten arrows and noticed that some of them had a strong chemical smell on the tips. “These are poisoned? Is that really necessary for the circuit?” “Good nose. Know what they’re for?” I nodded. Some were laced with paralytics; others were dosed with magic-suppressing compounds made from plants that grow near the Shadow Border.

It wasn’t just concern—it was the weight of bad news, softened only by friendship. “You were correct on your prediction, you were poisoned,” Jaxon said at last, voice low. “Armas confirmed it. The arrow, it wasn’t just tipped with any toxin. It was something crafted, coated in something old. Rare. Deadly. Deliberate. We’ve slowed it, and we need an antidote, but—” “But?” Triston prompted, his jaw tightening. “The plant needed for it… it’s rare. Nearly impossible to find in these parts. The physician believes we have only days before the venom finishes what it started.”

The sound of shattering bone was crisper than the last. The third Alpha did not advance. He stood at the edge of the pines. A compact crossbow in his hands. The arrowhead gleamed dark green in the moonlight. Blood-reversal toxin. Diluted. The bolt was aimed at Luna's window. The bolt never flew.

"Your Majesty, the arrowhead is iron-tipped and may be coated in poison. It must be removed immediately! But the arrow shaft has a barbed spiral design. Pulling it out will cause excruciating pain–beyond what most can endure." Unlike ordinary wooden arrows, iron-tipped ones were deadlier and more likely to be poisoned. Pain, however, was the least of their concerns. Her life was at stake. Jane's gaze was unwavering, her voice decisive, "Pull it out."