Black Canary Arrow Novels & Stories

The black ball fused with the tip of the arrow, which swiftly shot toward the small bird. “Ho? Lightning Breath!” The small bird immediately flew away and used its lightning power to merge its own lightning attack with Long Chen’s arrow. "Damn it!" The white-haired man, who looked anxious about Long Chen’s arrow, was immediately sent flying by the little rat with a flap of its wings. BOOOOOMMM…

Blake's men were about to follow the attacker or even take him down when Shadow stopped them. "It's my spy," Shadow declared, walking to the wall. Pulling the arrow out in one go, she looked at her master. "They sent some urgent news." She recognised the arrow by its unique structure and colour. It was a jet-black metallic arrow with a round bulging structure at the proximal part of the shaft. There was a small button, which was hardly visible, just below the bulge. She pressed the button and a small door on the bulge opened before a small rolled letter fell on her palm.

Information on Bobcat is clear, however, that he is African, nearly forty years old, and that in the last two years there have been signs of withdrawal, often in the public media, on the way to bleaching. But this bobcat doesn't match the black figure on the monitor. In particular, although Lynx's weapon was a crossbow, he could only catch two arrows and one more at the same time. The crossbow in the man's hand on the video was customized because he saw it clearly, the first time the man had put up ten arrows. After just playing cards, the blonde man seemed to see another man turned out.

They were sharp, balanced, and deadly precise, but too fine to be sold to just anyone. Prince Ulric nodded gently. “Let her see them,” he said. The vendor hurried inside, brought out a wooden box, and opened it slowly. Inside were six arrows, each with dark yew shafts polished to a deep brown, silver swallowtail heads that shone softly, and black and white fletching that marked them as masterwork. Debbie’s eyes widened with joy. Her hands moved gently over them, feeling the weight, the balance, the smoothness of the shafts.

Warm radiance had filled her, whether from the soft vibrating or not she couldn’t tell. Then something—the girl’s glare, or something in the murky woodland beyond the lighted window maybe—caused the mocking crow to squawk in panic. Its gloss-black wings flared and it defecated and launched itself from the ledge. Mouth agape, it hit an ivy-covered tree in its rush and dashed the brains out of its sleek-shaped skull before tumbling dead into the brambles below.

Not only that, under the light, it gleamed with beautiful, colorful lights. Attached to the bow were five arrows of similar design, entirely made of gold. The arrowhead was a flame-shaped trident, and the arrow tails of the five arrows were all different. They were modeled after a dragon's tail, lightning, teardrop, flame, and phoenix feathers. It also had a red gem like a dragon's eye that could glow. In particular, on the body of the arrow, there were also engraved extremely unique winding patterns. Nelson held the bow in his hand to admire, his eyes shining at the regal beauty it brought.

“So, you wanted to play huh?” Ruan transformed into his wolf form, and he evaded her arrows. Kaliyah cussed, and she didn’t even waste a second to shoot him again. Second by second, she released the arrow with just a glimpse of Ruan’s black fur. Although it was already dark, Ruan’s shiny black coat was too noticeable even in the darkness that she was able to spot it even in the night. A black wolf appeared again at her right side, jumping towards the trees and she immediately released the arrow. It almost hit him in his thigh.

A sound like a whip cracking tore through the air. A black, feathered shaft erupted from Nash’s shoulder, burying itself deep into the muscle just above his collarbone. Nash grunted, the impact driving him backward into me, knocking the wind out of me. He slumped against us, his face contorted in sudden, agonizing pain. "Nash!" I screamed. He caught himself with one hand, his breathing coming in sharp, ragged gasps. He looked down at the arrow. It wasn't made of wood. It was carbon fiber, and the tip was glowing a sickly purple.

“The last black wolf was a royal, right?” Azraiel looked up at her and nodded. “The late King. Some say that the Queen too had a black wolf but she never really shifted into her wolf in public so no one knows for sure. The Royal book of Bloodlines, however, has recorded her wolf’s color as grey.” “Is it…is it possible that Charlotte is from the royal bloodline?” Katya voiced her suspicion.

Once I knew Lira was safe, I could finally focus on the fight. “Archers,” I shouted, signaling the gammas to line up. We did not use the wooden arrows other packs relied on. Ours were iron arrows, made and marked as Blackthorne weapons. Before battle, each arrow was dipped in wolfsbane to ensure every hit was deadly. The gammas stood ready, bows drawn, waiting for my signal. “Release,” I said. A thousand arrows flew in the direction the attack had come from. Something felt wrong. The only way arrows could have reached the courtyard was if the enemy had entered the lands surrounding our territory. Those borders were heavily guarded by betas on rotating shifts.