Arsenal Dc Arrow Novels & Stories

,taking Isak's hands slashing the blood out of it and she did same for Iranna,as she was called,and then she muttered some words and the breach opened. Asher paused for a bit as a breach opened from underneath him and he got sucked in, however he could not stop Donta's arrow which never missed,until then.. Isak beamed with joy, which switched to tears of joy, but he didn't see him coming out with Asher,whose face gave the answer, "Why are you bleeding?",Alec asked, Asher coughed out blood,he had seen the arrow which came for his heart,however he managed to let his hand be the decoy and that brought the damage to his whole body.

Archer glanced at me, then ahead. "I'm here to help you accomplish that goal," Archer added, and a smile formed on my face. He went to his room, and I entered mine, knowing I needed to wake up early the following day for training and meet with James. ***** Upon waking up the next day, I hurriedly moved around my room, preparing for another training day. I noticed that Darcus was shirtless in the room, showcasing his chiseled muscles and defined abs as he practiced with his sword, which emitted a yellowish glow. His focused expression and commanding presence captivated me as his hazel eyes met mine, almost like a picture etched in my mind.

"Aries, Arrow I need you back here there is someone here please’ I tried to reach my mates, at first there was no reply; Shit!! ‘Lizzy, are you ok? I am on my way’ Arrow’s panicked voice comes over our mind-link. Sighing in relief I focus on the person who is clearly hurt, “Who are you?” I say again but I slowly make my way towards him. He drops to his knees, holding on to the side of an armchair. He lifts his hand up and removes his hood, his black eyes look up and the pain I see is not from anything physical.

The pitch black color muddled with purple glossy shimmer was singing the wails of its precision and power. A harmonious blend of two highly sought-after materials from two distinct advanced civilizations, these arrows are a true representation of what can be achieved when worlds collide. A hybrid unparalleled strength and flexibility. "Gosh!! They look gorgeous…," Creed muttered with awe while examining the arrows. "And they're quite sturdy too!" "Awesome. So, 245 arrows… hmm. If I can use one arrow three times, then it should last me 2-3 hunts," he calculated. His digital watch suddenly rang, breaking his concentration. It was Rolin, confirming the delivery. Creed answered immediately.

The night vision goggles made her eyes glow an eerie green. 2. **Marco** - Damien's lieutenant dual-wielded SIG Sauer MPXs, his movements precise as he cleared the corners. The ceramic plates in his vest were rated to stop .308 rounds at point-blank range. 3. **The Asset** - A 6'7" brute in full riot gear that made him look like a futuristic knight. The helmet came off to reveal Damien, his storm-gray eyes burning with barely contained fury. Arthur was already moving, his sedation-resistant body dragging toward the emergency exit. Blood streamed from his broken nose, painting his teeth crimson when he laughed. "You brought my granddaughter to a gunfight?" His voice was a grotesque parody of

Alpha Mirthon announced with authority before walking out on them. The crowd began to retreat, and Duncan turned, tailing after his father. "What about Lara?" Alpha Mirthon inquired. "She is safe and sound in her room," Duncan responded, and Alpha Mirthon nodded before halting and turning to face Duncan. "How did you get an arrow in her chest?" Alpha Mirthon's eyes narrowed into crinkled slits as he grounded his jaw. His glares were enough to intimidate anyone and cause them to be terror-stricken, but reverse was the case for Duncan.

"It's the giant glowing pillar in the center of the vault! But Jack, you have to hardwire yourself into it! You have to physically anchor your Void arm to the mainframe!" Jack surged forward, his Valkyrie-Apex armor blazing. He closed the distance to Arthur in a heartbeat. The patriarch sneered, pulling a silver derringer from his vest—a weapon forged from a collapsed star. He aimed it directly at Jack’s forehead. "Your hostile takeover ends here, boy." Arthur pulled the trigger. A beam of absolute, unyielding erasure shot forward.

Chapter 181 As the arrow came whizzing for my stomach, out of reflex, the hand I had resting on my stomach shot a ball of fire to incinerate it. “What the hell?!” I hissed in anger as Arnou and I jumped apart just in time to miss the second arrow that went whizzing past me. Did the human world even have arrows? I thought they were meant to have more sophisticated fighting materials. Disappointing, honestly. “Daciana, go back to the car,” Arnou commanded as he looked straight ahead at the open door where the arrows had come from.

I just hadn’t expected to live one. “Keep paddling!” Daemon barked. His claws extended now long and gleaming, catching firelight as he swatted arrows from the air with deadly precision. Any that came too close to me, he knocked aside without even looking like it strained him. But they weren’t slowing down. More arrows. Dozens turned to hundreds. The sky looked like it was bleeding fire. I screamed as one arrow skimmed past my shoulder, catching the edge of my dress. I patted it out, my heart hammering so fast I could barely think.

Alaric easily evaded their attacks without killing them, wanting to keep to his words and let Asher have his fun. With the men firing bullets made with wolfbane, Asher had to be extra careful not to get shot; after all, he was still a wolf, and the bullet would definitely weaken him. As he was fighting, Alaric suddenly appeared in front of him, and he looked in shock to see that Alaric had caught a flying arrow. “Careful,” Alaric said, “this has the poison that was used that day.” “Thanks,” Asher said before taking the arrow from him and flinging it to the man who shot it, giving him a headshot. He turned then and punched the man behind him, breaking his head off his body, and watched as it