Arsenal Dc Arrow Novels & Stories

I stretched my arms and lie down on the makeshift bed, pulling my satchel from under the pillow and taking out the slim box. It never fails to amaze me every time I see the arrow float from the box and just zoom around, glinting as it reflected the late afternoon sun that shines light from the barred window of the back room. I snatched the arrow and inspected it closely – the engraving on it are bizarre, not like the ones I usually see at the temples of Eros, but more ancient, as though it was the language Zeus has thought his children. I stowed the arrow back on the box and pushed it inside the depths of my satchel with the rest of the shivering letters, refusing to remind myself of Caelum

But as I took the final step to reach him, the whooshing sound of the arrow got to my ears a second too late. “Bella!” Everything started happening in slow motion. I saw the arrow bury itself in my left shoulder and felt the pain as it spread in my body. The force pushed me to the ground and I found myself heading to the ground –fast. But I landed on warm skin –Darius. “Arnold!” Darius growled as he held me in his arms. I could feel the heat wave of his anger spread out to the surrounding. So far, Darius wasn’t angry until now.

Nothing. "I am going this way, you choose another, and we will meet back here," Arrow said through the link. He didn't wait for my reply before disappearing into the darkness. I went down a tunnel to the right. I had to turn around when a concrete wall met me. I chose another tunnel and headed to another dead end. I checked a few more. I came back out of yet another dead end. I hadn't seen Arrow. I could hear our warriors coming down the tunnel we had come down. Dex was shouting orders to everyone. He must have gotten himself let out to come help look for Rina.

“I was sick of it. Sick of the war. Sick of the fighting. Sick of the endless blood and the senseless death. All of it… all of this… it’s been for nothing. A meaningless struggle for power that just… that destroys everything. I wanted out. I wanted…” His words caught in his throat. His eyes widened, not with pain, but with a dawning horror. I saw it then too, reflected in his gaze. A dark, jagged sliver of wood protruding from his back, just above his heart. It was an arrow shaft, thin and dark, like those used by the corrupted scouts. Daisy. Slowly, impossibly, she rose from where she lay, her body battered but her eyes still burning. She moved with a slow, deliberate purpose, her hand reac

Her golden hair was pinned up in curls and her lips were painted red like blood. Around her were at least ten bodyguards and I wondered why they were tgat much bodyguards. Well even they wouldn’t be enough to stop Arrow. He was the best sniper I had ever seen. Athena walked to the podium like she owned it and I clenched my jaw. I hated how confident she looked. Alpha Travis, stood next to her Hus eyes never leaving her. He looked at her like she was the moon itself. I looked up toward the highest roof. Just past the guards and banners, I could see a dark spot. That was Arrow’s position.

he whimpered into the darkness, "Please, I didn't do anything..." "You ran the fastest," I said, "I hate it when people make me work for it." He looked up, his jaw dropping as he saw the red dot of my arrow settle right over his sternum. He didn't even have time to scream again. I released the string. The arrow hissed through the air. It hit him dead center. There was a bright, blue flash as the electrical surge hit his nervous system, locking his muscles instantly. He didn't fall, he crumpled, his body twitching with the force of a thousand volts before he hit the dirt.

“Air power. Check!” Up on a ridge, Archer watched the chaos unfold. “They’ve got this,” he muttered to himself, not wanting to miss the fun. He raised his hand, and a glowing bow of pure energy appeared in his grasp, a shimmering arrow already notched. “Time to join the party.” He released the arrow, and it shot through the air, piercing an ogre’s chest with an explosion of light. The beast roared in pain and crumpled to the ground. “Bullseye!”

' She bristled inwardly. "Duck in three," Zayne instructs her through the earpiece. In three seconds, Athena ducks a bit, and Zayne shoots an arrow at the dwarf man on his back of the body. It didn't kill him instantly, but instead, he pulled out the arrow from his body and used the edge of the spear, pointing at Athena's neck. Athena closes her eyes and inhales for a moment. She stops her fight and stands straight once she feels a cold metal and a bit of blood smell on her neck. She feels a bit dizzy with the scent of the blood.

His face was sculpted to perfection. He had the chiseled jaw, pointed nose, and body of a Greek god. He was shirtless and his hard sculpted chest and abs were pressed against my soft feminine body. He gave me a cocky smirk and realization hit me hard like a brick, I was stark naked and a burglar was on top of me. "Aaarghhhh!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and he muffled my screams with his hands. Arsenio's POV~ Washington DC, America, 2021 modern world (Exclude the corona outbreak)

“You look… trapped.” Tears burned my eyes, but I shook my head. “Not here. Please. He’s watching.” Andrew reached for my hand, just for a second, his fingers brushing mine. The warmth of his touch nearly undid me. But then a shadow stretched across the hallway. Arrow. His expression was calm, almost pleasant. But his eyes… his eyes were knives. 🗡️ Andrew dropped my hand instantly, his face hardening. “Mr. Dawson,” Arrow said smoothly, extending his hand as if greeting an old friend. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”