Arsenal Dc Arrow Novels & Stories

His gazes were so focused on his reference that he didn't even bother to at least glance at her. Archer sat there while drawing on his sketch pad. He's way so good at hiding his emotions, all he gives off was a senseless presence. But the vibe he has been trying to show is simply direness, and that made Selah feel bothered. Despite the gloomy aura that the man has, Selah stood there trying to read every movement that Archer has been doing. His hands were gently holding the pencil as he tried to perfectly sketch the details of his reference. His fingers were so flawless that they could produce balanced shades of tinted hues onto the paper he was working on. Her eyes landed on his face, and sh

It looked like a database system. He clicked on the first image zooming in on the photo to make the picture large on the screen. A white guy with eyes dark and cold like ice, his handsome chiseled face half hiding under the black hoody he was wearing took up half of the screen. Dark Shadow, aged thirty-six, has been with the agency for ten years rank Alpha, the weapon of choice Arrow. Fast, blends in with the shadows his kills never see him coming, has over hundreds of targets to his name.

Placing the aura arrow onto the string of my bow, I prepared to take aim. Amongst the assassins, one individual emitted the strongest aura, engrossed in devouring a massive leg of meat, utterly oblivious to the imminent danger. Setting my sights on this target, I focused my aim directly at the assassin's head, aligning the arrow for a precise shot. Drawing the bowstring, a surge of luminous blue aura coursed along the string, synchronizing with the arrow itself. The combined energies hummed in unison, ready to be unleashed toward its intended mark.

I look at Nick with confusion "But you’re my brother, I will always love you. But you have to let me grow up and live a life." He shakes his head violently "I can't allow that, I already have lost Natalie! I can't loss you too." He notches another arrow and aims at me again. He whispers "I'm sorry" then he fires, I don't hear the twang of the bowstring, I only hear Aaron's scream. Before I realise what's happening, I feel a blinding pain as my head knocks against the tarmac road. At the same time I hear a loud snapping noise. The arrow falls to the ground in pieces beside me, and standing in front of me is Ash. All those superhuman reflexes must really be coming in handy.

Two new domineering Soul-Armas signatures were now imprinted inside his Mind Palace. First was a stunning black arrow wrapped in ambrosial ambiance. Its appearance was extremely eye-catching. The arrow shaft alone seemed to have been handcrafted from the bones of an infernal creature of hell. The imprints of the deviant embroidery on the overly stretched arrowhead made no sense to him. Creed had never seen a weapon this majestic and terrifying. The imprints and symbols on the arrowhead seemed to enunciate a vibration that made his stomach unsettle just by looking at them. The lifeless symbols seemed to be singing some kind of sacred chant among themselves.

Lars' eyebrows creased in sympathy of the sight and he even felt Dar Lugal's presence weakened like a thinning smoke. "Can't we get it out of you? Use enerlock to absorb it? Have Edwin heals it?" 'They tried everything. No use.' Lars had heard that the arrow was of different caliber with the bullet that struck down Sophia. It was concentrated with more silverstream within its slitherite arrow point, perhaps intentionally served to kill powerful beings such as Dar Lugal, Lars thought. Lars sat down by the edge of the blood pit. "Tir told me everything. I think Arjan could've make a clean shot and kill you instantly. Why didn't he do it?"

Her shot landed right in the middle of the board. We all gasped in awe. That was clean.. for a lady her age, she’s really good. I didn't even expect it to hit right in the middle. Damon picked up an arrow next after freeing up his tie and rolling up his sleeve, he looked so cool and the way the veins in his neck popped out when he dragged his arrow.. That posture is everything. A Greek God. I was lost in admiration, I almost jumped out of my skin from the crowd cheering. Damon’s arrow slices through his mothers.

Running. Sprinting towards the open door. Every now and then Rose looked back to find Theo's pace slowing down - far behind Rose's current position. Those broad shoulders seemed to rise and fall. Theo's hands were clenched tightly around his chest. The difficulty of breathing with something seemed to pierce the muscle nerves. Theo's movement stopped. One arm reached out, trying to pull out a sharp object-a type of arrow stuck on the right side of his back. Someone, who knows who, fired a 10 gauge dart that was quite wide in diameter and filled with a clear liquid that had diminished.

Shoot! The arrows were shot precisely at each of the targets. The arrows changed the trajectory when the unrelated target was in the way and pierced the heart of the right target. Orange. His GIFT was Art and Creative Manipulation. In other words, he could manifest his art to come alive. Furthermore, manipulating his art had no limit, making him an overpowered character most of the time. In a short time, the unwanted pests were killed. “You, gasoline scent, I am your opponent. And you!” He pointed to Ayham. “My partner is waiting for you at the ground level. Trudging along.”

The new partner will take his place. Pleading for their lives, Vanluke is irritated. They should've thought better before bringing in the NBI. He took his gun from its holster and gave them each a bullet to the head. After that he went out. Upon opening the storage door he saw someone running. "Ara?" The person stopped from her tracks. Her white summer dress has red on its hem. Her face is fueled with fear. Eyes rounded she turned away to start running again.