Black Canary Arrow Novels & Stories

It was enough to run a chill up anyone’s spine. If that were the case, the problem was too serious. A giant eagle bone demon with golden bone patterns all over his body was merely someone's mount, so how strong was he himself? Then, thinking about the Arash’s bow with arrows shot by the Mystic Maiden was tremendously powerful but could only match the other person's seemingly unusual arrow. This displayed the terror of the person in question. It was then that the man reshot an arrow. This time, the arrow was black. It turned into a stream of silent black light, piercing through the void… The distance between the two sides wasn’t great, and this arrow was more potent than the previous one.

In just a split second, she had moved! *Whoosh* Black Ink felt the wind behind him growing stronger, and knew instinctively that the person he was looking for was right behind him. Like a ghost in the attic, a powerful arrow appeared behind Black Ink and sought to bore a hole through the Black Team member. Black Ink borrowed the momentum of the three arrows that had sent him flying into this ambush and twisted his body strangely. He didn’t need to gather and power in his spear because of the momentum of his retreat. He quickly sliced at the arrow, striking it accurately on the base of the arrowhead.

Kane’s POV The moment Ava left, I felt it. The bond stretched thin, a faint ache sitting heavy in my chest, the kind that never let me forget she wasn’t here anymore. I forced myself to shove it aside. If I thought about it too long, I’d go mad. On the table in front of me lay three arrows. They were ordinary at first glance, but the black stains that coated the silver tips told a different story. Wolfsbane, burned into the grooves of the metal. Enough to paralyze an Alpha in seconds if it hit deep enough.

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

“Is this the arrow the king wants?” “This is the arrow that can destroy the legendary world?” “This arrow was created by the Lord of the Gods, who used ice and snow for thousands of years to craft. Weber Hai used it to shoot down the sun in the past.” “Oh, certainly not something ordinary!” “…” The officials gathered at the prime minister's house were discussing the matter of offering the king the divine arrow. This arrow is about 117 inches long, is white as snow, and emits light as transparent as glass, emitting a bone-cold gas. The arrowhead was as sharp as if it could pierce golden armor.

RIVER BROWN Two days. Two nights. All that can be described by one word, torture. “Again” “Why don’t you take the arrow and shove it up your- “, my words die down, my teeth collide with my lips as I hold the arrow shooting at the target that’s a tree marked bullseye with a carved X on the bark. Everyone who was recruited yesterday into the Greyhound pack-Alpha Kane’s pack and into the Moon Shadow pack-Connor and his brothers’ pack, knows how to shoot an arrow by now.

Before prince Ryder could process what was going on, hundreds of arrows lit in flames were flying in the air, and Ryder noticed he was the only one still standing. He looked around and was astonished by the sight of eight gigantic Lycan wolves, the eighth one was black and enourmous and Ryder stepped back subconsciously. Just then he was hit on the back by a sharp arrow, the pain on his spine was so intense as he passed out on the spot.

They walked around our parked car, their eyes going around, looking for us. “They fucking have silver on that arrows. Darn witches”. Riev cussed, that was when I also noticed that the tip of their arrow was different from a normal arrow. Being shot with a silver laced arrow was as good as dead. Wolfbane was better than this, because it only affects the wolf, but silver was like killing two birds with a shot.

Finally, with deliberate slowness, he reached into the inner pocket of his uniform. I watched, every muscle locked in place, as he reached into his coat and slowly withdrew a single object… an arrow. Its shaft was dulled with age, the fletching ragged, and the metal tip stained with a dark residue—nearly black even under the dim lighting. My breath caught in my throat. I recognised that shape. The strange curve of the head, the slight taper—this wasn’t just any projectile. It was designed for wolves. For killing them. My stomach twisted.

A metal scent mixed with some kind of chemical ingredient. The arrow was poisoned.