Black Canary Arrow Novels & Stories

It turned into a man radiating black miasma all over in mid-air, who grabbed the air in front of him as a bow and arrow appeared in his grasp. The next second, the man pulled the bow and aimed it at Wilbur and the others within the light shield. He released the bowstring, and a long arrow made of black miasma came hurtling toward the light shield. As both arrow and shield collided, the arrow dissolved into black smoke while the light shield also turned into countless flecks of white light.

I found the eyes that showed the image of marriage, and with all my strength I drew my Vulcan Bow and shot the arrow at it. A painful sound came. The eyes showed signs of pain, and the sky that surrounded me began to crack and crumble like the end of days. I did it. I took out a dagger and cut a hole in my arm to let the poisoned blood out, not to spread it all over my body. But my limbs still felt numb. I can't fall. An eagle hovered overhead, bellowed, and then dropped a white arrow. I remember it. It's an arrow made of vampire's bone.

I nodded in acknowledgment. Rowan rolled his eyes, for a man so handsome he was for sure an asshole, “She goes into action tonight. I don’t care if she’s a clergy at a court. She needs to know the basic form of defense.” “Teach me then.” I said to him, “I’m ready.” He snorted and threw the bow at me, coming out of nowhere I fumbled catching it. He chuckled, wickedly, my frown grew even deeper. “It takes a little deal of arm strength to fire these arrows. They’re specially imported from South America, made from kronimum steel which can impale a werewolf. It wouldn’t kill one, but it can for sure hurt it.”

Something told me this journey was about to take an unexpected turn. More enemies were waiting. Hidden within the shadows. Watching. Following. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. I continued scrutinizing the arrow, but at first glance everything appeared ordinary. Nothing about it revealed the identity of the assassins. Yet one thing stood out. The shaft had been crafted from Black Cider hardwood, a rare timber found only in the far southern regions governed by Alpha Damien. Meanwhile, the arrowhead had been forged from a special alloy ore commonly found near my own territory.

He mumbled, his eyes turned the darkest shade of black, "Let's have fun, then…" "Come Grieving Ebony Hunting Bow!"

Black been in-love with me, whiles smiling as I decide to go look for my best friend and checkup on the patients later. After all, they are all doing good and when they need me, they will definitely call for me. So for now, ' mission-search-for-Marigold activated' I say to myself, still grinning at the thought that mr. Black may like me. AT THE C.E.O OFFICE! 'Why are you here, Asmodeus?' A deep voice angrily asks. 'Do I need your permission to also be in the human world?' Another voice replies with amusement. 'Answer me!' The deep voice angrily roars.

The will certainly run out of arrows she consoled herself as she crawled on all fours searching for another safe cover. Dark Shadow growled darkly in frustration when his hand moved back to his arrow collection and felt only two arrows. The blonde was proving to be an elusive target. His prey has never lasted past three arrows and here he was almost out of his arrow and his target was still breathing. He took out one of the arrows and aimed as soon as the blonde sneaked out from her hiding spot and sent it flying in her direction.

It hit Xareth. It pierced his chest, just below the heart. I gasped, frozen in horror, but Xareth didn’t even flinch. He looked down at the arrow embedded in him like it was a thorn caught on fabric. With one hand, he gripped the shaft and pulled it out. No scream, no grunt, or reaction. Then he threw it aside like it was meaningless. A silver arrow. Laced with wolfsbane. It should have seared his skin, sizzled with poison, blackened his veins until his body collapsed. I had seen the same arrow fell giants. Alphas. Beastborn warriors twice his size.

said Papa Bois, narrowing his eyes at the feather. He turned to the Prince. “She is the reason your friends are dead, not my flowers,” said Papa Bois calmly. Hayden folded his arms and averted his eyes, refusing to look at the guardian. Papa Bois fashioned the feather into an arrow before their very eyes. Cory marvelled at it. The arrow was in stark contrast to the others in the Amber Bow’s quiver. The other arrows were shone brightly as if lit from within with gold embers. The arrow made from Anestra’s feather was dark as midnight yet it sparkled like the stars. It reminded Cory of blue goldstone.

***TRIGGER WARNING*** This chapter contains a depiction of ‘blood magic’ which could be compared to self-harm or attempted suicide. Bronx’s POV Arrow pulls an arrow from his quiver and blows it after I tell him about Cason having rejected his fated mate. He rolls it with his fingers and it turns into crystal glass. I don’t know how he did it, but it’s the coolest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. “Is he going to shoot Cason with a glass arrow?” Saint watches quizzically.