Arrow Poison Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"A woman, I hope. Tell me you didn't bring home another stray dog. The last one I brought home chewed my favorite shoes." "Much better than a dog," Alex said, his eyes flickering, just for a second, towards the sitting room. "A very interesting woman, actually." He looked around in search of me that moment and it registered to him that I was no longer in the sitting room but my shoes were, I could see the sign of relief on his face knowing that I haven’t run away. "She must be in the restroom.” Alex said, speaking to Austin. Austin grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "Well, I hope she's a good one.

She had told me once she even had knives in her boots that would flick out with the right pressure in the right spot, and a couple wolfsbane coated pins in her hair, just in case. Luna Davene carried a bow with a quiver of arrows wrapped around her, the arrows were made with silver, and each had a little compartment in the arrowhead that held liquid silver and wolfsbane. When the arrowhead became embedded in the skin the shell holding the deadly liquids would burst and enter the blood stream. There was nothing you could do to save someone from one of Luna Davene’s arrows.

A cold bowl of what I thought was supposed to be dark porridge sat beside me in this dirt cellar, I knew it would only taste twice as bad as it looked. Why hadn’t I jumped with her? I still had the ankh on when I saw the glint of the fired arrow but somehow at that only moment I had forgotten about the dark magic that I had in form of a cross hanging from my neck and instead took the poison arrow. Foolish.

a guard announced, and just then, he barged in with another guard and Jeffrey’s father who was the Pack’s doctor. “You’re finally here,” I said, heaving a sigh of relief. “I am sorry I took so long. Please, bear with me,” he said, then placed his box of tools on the floor and began to carefully examine her. “This looks like something more than an arrow wound,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “It wasn’t just an ordinary arrow that was shot at her, Alpha. It was poisoned. The assassin rubbed the poisonous Water Hemlock plant on it before shooting, and that’s why her condition is so bad,” he replied.

But what else could they infuse into the arrow that was aimed to hit us? “Did it hit me deep?” The arrow was laced with the same toxin substance. “N…n-no,” I lied.

The door to the room slammed open, and a tall man with a bow stood by the doorway, already pointing the modern crossbow in our direction. Although clearly struggling to breathe, Celine managed to groan out, “Shoot now.” But the man's aim shook as he tried to get a good angle that wouldn't hurt his comrade. I helped him along, and turned just slightly so that I was more in view than Celine. He took the bait, and pressed down on the trigger, sending an arrow—which was likely poisoned as well—towards us. We turned swiftly once again, so that Celine now acted as a shield for us. Her eyes went wide when she realized what was happening.

I found the eyes that showed the image of marriage, and with all my strength I drew my Vulcan Bow and shot the arrow at it. A painful sound came. The eyes showed signs of pain, and the sky that surrounded me began to crack and crumble like the end of days. I did it. I took out a dagger and cut a hole in my arm to let the poisoned blood out, not to spread it all over my body. But my limbs still felt numb. I can't fall. An eagle hovered overhead, bellowed, and then dropped a white arrow. I remember it. It's an arrow made of vampire's bone.

Blood oozed from the arrow wound in her leg. "Len, stay with me," I pleaded urgently, sprinting to where I'd parked my car. "Len!" I cried as her eyes fluttered. She managed a faint smile, weakly touching my face. I examined the arrow and my eyes widened in horror. "It's poisonous!" I knew I had to act fast. Taking a deep breath, I gripped the arrow shaft and pulled hard. Len screamed in agony, the sound scattering the birds from the trees. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I murmured. Her eyes closed and her body went limp.

She sniffed. It had a scent reminiscent of Garin's, but it was softer, not as sharp. She saw a figure approaching, something clutched in its hands. A glimmer of something sparked in the moonlight as the person walked closer. It was a silver-tipped arrow, notched into a small, deadly-looking crossbow.

Something sharp pierced through my knees, sending jolts of pain through me and a scream tore from my lips. An arrow has also hit Lennox in the arm and another pierced through Levi’s stomach covered with fur as he let out a sharp growl and fell to the ground. My pulse quickened, my wolf clawing at the surface of my skin in pain and at the same time, losing its strength as a searing pain radiated through my entire body. This wasn't a normal arrow. It was laced with wolfsbane.