Arrow Poison Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

She slowly stopped walking and turned around, hoping to find someone or something. "Hertha!" Her voice rang through the woods. It was firm and authoritative. It was Hayley. She turned around swiftly and the girl was standing some distance away from her. Immediately their eyes met, and she felt a sharp pain on her skin. An arrow. She was shot. She let out a scream and transformed. The arrow was shot at her back. She reached behind her a removed the weapon. Hayley stood there watching the event unfold. She looked at the weapon and recognized it immediately. It was the deadliest of the arrows in the park. It was used only during the war, and it was always poisoned.

“And the arrow seemed to be laced with some sort of poison, so we didn’t want him being taken to the hospital to cause even more complications for others there.” “Wolfsbane?” I asked, finally turning to the arrow and taking a good look at it. “No. This was something green. It looks like herbs but has a very foul smell,” the soldier replied as Darius tried to comfort the twin brother of the fallen soldier. There was only one group of people who entered my thoughts as soon as I heard that. Witches. I looked at the arrow once again and confirmed it. It looked the same as the arrow from before, which had been shot at us with the X symbol.

"I thought... I thought I had a clear shot. I didn't want to risk losing him——” “And lost you did…” I shifted my focus, glancing toward the direction the man had come from. A large tree stood not far from where the bodies were scattered, its thick branches casting long shadows. It was the perfect hiding spot. If I were the one aiming to kill and flee, that’s exactly where I would’ve positioned myself. My eyes flicked back to Hunter’s hand as he shifted his grip on the arrow. Even from where I stood, I could see traces of silver glinting on the tip, and a faint, acrid smell reached my nostrils. Wolfsbane. The arrow had been poisoned.

I leaned onto my thigh and just on cue, stray arrows kept flying blindly in the air in every direction. “Hide Kayla!” I heard Dami’s voice beside me scream. A loud furious growl ran in the air as I jumped from the chair and absconded the arrow heading my way. The arrows kept flying around, hitting the doors and shattering the window glass. “The arrows are poisonous, they are laced with wolfbane!” Dami shouted, warning me 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.

The large body dropped to the ground and turned human. Lee got her dagger back and cleaned it of with water magic. I dragged the body towards the bush again and she looked at City Hall again. Her dagger disappeared and was displaced by a bow with arrows on her back. She held an bow for me too with the quil full of arrows. “Careful with the arrow dips. They are dipped in lethal poison that will kill you in an instant,” Lee whispered and I must say, I am a little scared of her sometimes.

His vision blurred. "Kael. What's wrong?" She touched his shoulder. The wound was deep but not vital—the arrow had struck his upper arm. He should be fine, but then... THUD. His knees buckled. Dead weight slammed into her, nearly crushing them both to the ground. "I feel... wrong," he slurred, breath sour with pain. That's when she smelled it—something strange mixed with his blood. Her eyes widened. A metal scent mixed with some kind of chemical ingredient. The arrow was poisoned.

But a cornered snake is at its most venomous. From the shadows of a collapsed stone archway near the northern treeline, Madox dragged his broken, bleeding frame to his knees. His eyes burned with a mad, self-righteous light. With a final, trembling effort of his remaining strength, he lifted a heavy, mechanical hand-crossbow that had been dropped in the dirt. It was loaded with a specialized, dark-veined projectile—a Black-Silver Arrow, heavily saturated with an ancient, concentrated necrotic poison designed to rot a pureblood vampire's frozen core from the inside out. He didn't aim at Astrid. He aimed directly at the exposed back of Carmilla Dracul.

He sank to one knee, the arrow still in his shoulder, blood seeping down his arm. I rushed to him, my hands shaking as I reached for the wound. “Don’t move,” I said, pressing against the arrow. “Gods, Gideon, it’s deep—” “Rebecca.” His voice was low but steady, commanding even through the pain. “Don’t pull it out.” “But—” “It’s poisoned.” The word hit like a blow. I checked the blood, smelled it, tried to sense its effect. My fingers hovered over my satchel, reaching for antidotes and salves. I tried a quick tincture, whispering the old words of counteraction… but nothing worked.

A crossbow, aimed directly at Alejandro's heart from the cover of the hedges, the archer's finger already tightening against the trigger. I didn't have time to shout a warning.

He carelessly pushed Selah on the floor and she fell hard. Krouen led his way to the entrance and swung the door open, only to see an unfamiliar face. "Who are you?" Confusion draws his face when he sees an arid-looking man with a box of macaroons. "My name's Archer and I live..." He pointed at his house on the other side of the road, "There." His plain gazes made Krouen even baffled, he composed himself and sighed. "What do you want?"