Black Canary Arrow Novels & Stories

She pulls away from me and stood. “What?” “We can choose our fate and not depend on what is written. We can live on our own, and decide what is best for us both.” She gave me a smile, holding the arrow tight as she stretches her arm, hurling the arrow into the black mast – the gleam of it fading, vanishing in the dark. “I’m sure we can find a way to extend my life here on earth. Who knows? Maybe you can turn me immortal, too?” I looked at her like she grew another head.

Here, my crow had purple spots, and this one was pure black. Wait… I gasped at the realization. No way. No fucking way!