Black Canary Arrow Novels & Stories

Come on, now. She checked the ink bottles that Arrow had placed on the glass work table, saw red, green, white, black, and grey. He’d also brought out a few fresh needles, and lots of wipes and antiseptic and disinfectant. She checked the tattoo gun, saw that it was ready, and adjusted the light a bit. “OK,” she said, switching the ink from yellow to black, and putting in a new needle, just to feel like she was starting from scratch. “Here we go. How big?”

He didn't want that to happen as he started shouting " she....she is the singer Sera the 'canary'" the man told Daniel while he was stuttering. He caught everyone's attention. After looking closely everyone recognised her and they started gasping and talking but Daniel interrupted their nonsense. He didn't have time to listen to music so he wasn't up to date about the new singers.

Gripping the bow, I grope for an arrow but I stilled when I didn't touch any. "Fuck this!" I reviled while scampering away to locate a safer place to lurk. I haven't noticed that I already used up the arrows! I was too engaged to wrap their tracks in coop refuge from the peril chasing them. I squatted hastily when the Black Vulture was intending for my head to gobble. While still crouching, a wailing creak altogether with the jaunty Black Vultures' pinion was drastically plummeting down before my eyes can flutter.

I clenched my teeth as I tried to focus on the target ahead, but their conversation was setting both me and my beast on fire. “I pray the Goddess will bless them whole heartedly.” The raven haired sighed as she picked up the arrows. The beast inside me had her lips pulled up baring her canines as she snarled. I pulled the arrow as I took aim. “They would make such beautiful babies!” The raven haired squealed. “Don’t you think?” And I let go of the arrow. The arrow shot through the air barely missing the raven haired and went straight for the target.

She screamed out of excitement. “Yes, it is a parrot, do you like it?” He questioned. “Yes, of course I love it, but I don't actually love the colour it blacks. I hate black.” “Why?” “Black stands for bad things, it stands for witches and wizards and I may be termed one if this black bird stay with me. They will think that I'm a sorcerer.” “Alright, bring it, I will just give it to Arial anyway, she will surely cherish it.”

A heavy glass window high up on the stadium roof shattered into pieces. An instant later, a long, black wooden arrow flew through the dark opening like a streak of lightning. It traveled across the giant room with unnatural speed, making a loud whistling sound that filled my enhanced ears. The black arrow struck the rogue wolf right through the center of his chest. The force of the blow was so massive that it lifted the rogue off his knees, throwing him backward onto the hard ice. He did not even have time to scream. He let out one final, wet gasp, his yellow eyes turning completely blank as the dark poison on the tip of the arrow spread through his veins. He fell completely still, dead righ

The first light of dawn bled through the shattered window pane, casting cold, fractured shadows across the mahogany desk. Beside the pool of gray light, the arrow sat like a corpse on display. I stood over it, the heavy silk of my nightgown offering little protection against the morning chill as Ethan ran a calloused thumb along the shaft. "The fletching is made from the feathers of a northern tundra hawk," Ethan muttered, his jaw tightening as he looked up at me. "This wasn't shot by a random rogue, Aria. This arrow belongs to the personal armory of the Northern Border Guard."

He dropped his hand in a sharp, slicing motion. "Loose," he commanded. The silence of the Grey Needle was instantly shattered by the terrifying, synchronized twang of three hundred heavy black composite bows. A split second later, a lethal, suffocating blanket of black-fletched iron arrows blotted out the gray sky. They descended upon the trapped elven column like a plague of iron hornets.

She made sure to make Anti- Dope for each one just in case. Afterward, Zara made a longbow and arrow. She also made a few throwing knives, axes, and Spears. Then Zara costed the poison on the weapon within a few hours. They had five axes, two longbows with twenty arrows, and ten spears with poison. She tried a Leaf on the ends of the weapon. It was color-coded. Black- Kill Blue- Sleep Orange- Paralyzing Ondo and Zara didn't have any protected gear to fight off enemies. She decides to make some Temporary Armor for him.

Every arrows on Kaizer's side were burnt to ashes before they could reach a meter near to his body. On Jace, the arrows exploded by themselves. Jace used a spell for it. It was admiring for them because not all magian could cast that fast. Experience, knowledge and natural talent, the key ingredients for that. The archers pulled another arrow but before they could rocket another attack, Wink was high above. Wink's black skin was not for nothing. They were made of finren, a kind of metal found only on selected places of Zaenosh and on black dragons' skin too, like Wink. This metal was as strong as iron but as soft as the bird's feather. For that reason, the arrows were either bent or repelled