Arrow The Island Novels & Stories

The consensus was taken, the squad would push through with the mission. “We’ve arrived sir.” Wriixer had announced, grinding the boat to a halt. Froster activates his arcane eye, the glowing trail did lead to the island where they had landed. The glowing arcane trail danced high into the air and embedded itself onto the dirt below, indicating that was where the trail ended.

Amaria clenched her fist and stood up,“ Both of you be quiet, as Elex said this is a pointless bicker, we have a massive issue on the ground, let's just focus on that and keep our differences aside and just work together” Dove and Teresa reluctantly agreed to what she said and stopped their bicker. “ Let's begin our patrol now, it's almost evening,” Amaria said as she hung her bow with a quiver filled with arrows on her shoulder and walked out. Elex followed. Dove and Teresa glanced at each other for a while. Dove averted her gaze and said,“ I don't care, I still don't like the fact that a human is traveling with us ”, and stumped out. A small puppy squirmed out of Teresa's bag and growled a

the woman said as she lifted her hand to reach me. "To where?" I asked curiously. She smiled as she pointed out an island right beyond our sight. It was such a beautiful island separated from the other continent and was only connected by a small path created by the ancient race after their continent was separated by the Queen Goddess Hera, according to elders.

Hedone squeals and puts her head in her hands to watch. “Everyone, please pay attention.” Arrow announces, then holds the arrow in his hand at the center of the shaft. “Goddess Iokaste Latmus and the wolf spirit known as The Saint, on the count of three, please take the shaft of the arrow on either side of my hand and see who your heart truly desires.” Saint looks at me curiously and hovers his hand over the arrow. I do the same and wait for the countdown. The tone of Arrow’s voice changes to his God tone. It’s warm and inviting and disarms any reservations I have, creating a hypnotic effect. “One… two… three.”

Of course that was the reason for the wind Goddess daring to send Aranjo to the forest of fog, but Ara was also unsure if the night God would stop his wife's actions. The days seemed very slow for Aranjo who was not allowed out of this pavilion. Ara has installed borders on the doors of the Pavilion. Aranjo who felt bored sat dreamily on the floor of the pavilion. Sayup-sayup Aranjo heard a festive musical accompaniment. Aranjo jumped to her feet and ran to the window plugging her ears. It seems like there is a wedding and Aranjo is eager to see the crowd. Aranjo opened the window, Ara only sealed the door not the window. Aranjo jumped out of the pavilion window then ran and climbed a tree b

I warned. He raised his hands in mock surrender, the grin never leaving his face. "Alright, alright, no need to get all worked up again. You might start drooling on me." I rolled my eyes, but before I could say something that would probably end in me throwing him overboard, a flash of gold caught my attention. In the distance, just past the horizon, an island rose out of the sea, its mountains shimmering like they were dipped in gold. The air around it seemed to pulse, waves of energy rolling off it.

Said the female werewolf to Alpha Gabriel. Mrs. Rolex! I have already made the decisions, and we have hardly any time left to discuss anything further! So let Lara take the command and march towards the east. Ella thought of Lisa’s note. “Hadn’t she mentioned that towards the east of the island, the sea was narrower and was connected by a bridge to the nearby city? She had also expressed her wish that the Moon Goddess show me the path towards my destination. Isn’t it the right opportunity to go safely towards the east?

Marcus gave a single, sharp dip of the plane’s wings—a silent salute from a man who knew he was flying back into a court-martial—and then the Gulfstream roared, banking hard to the north to draw the Ares radar signatures away from the island. Avery grabbed the oars, her muscles screaming as she fought the outgoing tide. Behind her, Isla de Sombra rose out of the mist like a jagged, green molar. It wasn't the postcard-perfect paradise of white sand and palm trees. It was a fortress of tangled mangroves, their roots arching out of the black water like the ribs of a gargantuan, sunken beast. "The current is pulling us toward the reef!" Vogel yelled, his hand on Dominic’s pulse. "If we hit those

Damien’s Beta stood among them, eyes cold. “Loose!” he shouted. Arrows rained down. “Shields!” I barked. Our front warriors raised forearms and weapons, blocking what they could. Metal rang, wood splintered. One arrow flew for the head of a young Frostveil wolf to my left. Isabella moved before I could. She grabbed his jacket and yanked him sideways. The arrow that would have gone into his eye sliced across her upper arm instead. She gasped, stumbling. Blood sprayed, bright and fast, down her skin.

“Everything. Now… it’s time for us.” ⸻ A private jet awaited them at the edge of the city. Elara felt a spark of excitement from Fen, but Aero radiated nothing but calm. The pilot, an old friend of the pack, greeted them with a nod. “Everything’s ready. Your destination?” “Our island,” Aero replied simply. “Just us. Peace, safety. No interruptions.” As the jet lifted into the sky, the city disappeared beneath them—the houses, the streets, the shadows. Only the endless blue of the ocean remained, vast and inviting.