Arrow Poison Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

It kind of felt strange why these huge soldiers meant for pushing the front line were out here firing arrows from the shadows. I got fired on the chest by one of them and it immediately penetrated. I then figured out what his main plan was all about when I pulled out the arrow from my chest. I held it up to my eyes and examined it. They were poisoned. I scoffed, impressed by how clever he was. But unfortunately for him, he doesn't know that my blood was already poisoned and this poison was the aggressive type that didn’t let any other poison take control of the body it’s in control of. I immediately charged at his men and and saw him wipe out the smirk on his face and began to run away. I di

The healer’s gaze shifted fully to Colin, her expression serious, sharp, and unwavering. She crouched slightly beside Raine’s bed, careful not to disturb the fragile lines of her body, but enough to draw Colin’s full attention. “Colin,” she began, her voice firm but calm, “you need to understand what has happened.” She held up one gloved hand, pausing to ensure he was listening. “Raine was struck by an arrow—a weapon coated with a potent poison. It is not ordinary. It spreads quickly through the bloodstream, and if untreated, it can overwhelm even the strongest wolf.”

My fist clenched beside me as I touched the spot the arrow had gone through. “I’m going to pull it out” I tried to speak softly but it came out hostile and I cussed mentally. But she hummed, uncaring of my tone. Her eyelid fluttered and my chest rumbled. “Pain…” she moaned and my fingers tore through the front of her dress. The area around the arrowhead had begun to darken with black lines that travelled from chest to shoulder. The arrow had been poisoned. The vile smell of wolfsbane and the moon orchid wrapped around the arrow like a second skin. The combination of the two deadliest poisons to a werewolf.

During that moment, a sharp pain pierced through my back. My body jerked. For a split second, I couldn’t understand what had happened, but the pain I felt was too much and it seemed to be spreading like wildfire. I looked down to see the tip of an arrow protruding from my chest, and the dark metal released a liquid that slid down my body. It was Poison. I had been hit with a poisonous arrow. Axel’s laughter echoed through the battlefield. “It’s the most lethal poison your kingship,” he taunted. “It won’t kill you right away. No, that would be too merciful. It will take its time, spreading through your veins, burning you from the inside out.”

The moment his shoulder turns upward, the moonlight catches the arrow buried deep in the muscle. Black veins crawl outward from the wound like living ink, pulsing with every labored beat of his heart. “Poison.” The kind the border hunters whisper about in taverns when they think no one is listening. The kind that kills wolves in minutes. I have heard the stories. I never thought I would see it up close. “His eyes flutter open.” Gold. Burning. Dying. They lock onto mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. For one suspended second, the entire forest seems to hold its breath with us.

The poor animal looked half-mad with terror and exhaustion. Elia reached them… then she froze. Time didn’t just slow… it collapsed. The arrow was lodged deep in Anana’s back, sunk brutally between her ribs. The skin around it was swollen, blistered, and darkening with the unmistakable corruption of the deadliest poison. The scent hit Elia’s nose… hard, metallic, and so wrong. Her hand flew to her mouth. A sob clawed up her throat. “Anana…” she choked out, her voice breaking apart. “You’re…oh gods…you’re bleeding.”

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I ..." With a sudden whoosh, a poisoned bone arrow pierced through the window, its tip glowing with the faint blue of wolfsbane. Ulrik's pupils shrank to fine lines, and he instinctively grabbed the back of Velda's collar, yanking her backward. The arrow embedded itself in the oak screen behind them, its wolf-hair tassel still quivering. A bone arrow? Fired at close range! Ulrik's cedar pheromones exploded, and his hand partially shifted into a silver-gray wolf claw.

Grandma Rose asked. “I saw Pernwél training archery with the warriors and non warriors and I had an idea.” She pulled out an arrow from the bottom of one of the baskets and put it on the table. “From what Pernwél gave us from the descriptions of the armour that the army will be wearing, an arrow is the perfect weapon to puncture through the layer and hit the flesh below.” Rune explained it by almost ramming the arrowhead into Grandma Rose’s table. “If we dipped them in poison, they would be lethal once they hit the bloodstream.”

He's my Dad's friend and also his doctor. "Darren," Doctor Anthony called me in a laboratory room. The arrow was broken in half, and the sharp edge was scraped and put in the microscope. A liquid covered its end was not visible to our naked eyes. It was the poison. In my conclusion, the arrow was dipped in the poison and had it dried. "What is it?"

“He took a hit meant for me.” Barric’s grip tightens as he shifts Theo more securely over his shoulder. “What kind of hit?” Kiara hesitates, and that hesitation says more than anything else. “Poison,” she says finally. “From an arrow.” An arrow? What the hell would Assembly wolves be doing using arrows, much less poisoned ones? Barric swears under his breath. “What kind of poison?” “That’s the problem,” she replies. “I don’t know.” “Let me take him,” I grab Liam, relieving Kiara, and Marcus does the same with Sebastian.