Black Canary Arrow Novels & Stories

I’ve checked out every workshop here, and the markings don’t add up; the only ones who make these markings come from further afield. “Are you sure?” I ask, and he nods his head as he says, “100”% and the wolfsbane used in the arrow is much more potent than any I have ever seen. That arrow was meant to kill Raul. Whoever made the arrow wanted you dead…But they ignored one thing.” Alpha Jonny laughs out as he continues, “I took the arrow to an expert. He tells me the arrow is made of wood that is close to the sea, and the shaft splinters on impact. We are inland, and the weather is drier than the coastal areas. These shafts splinter on impact, so….” I nod my head. I know what Alpha Jonny means

for so many years, it was the first time he felt like he had become a "God of Luck." It turned out that this was how players with Great Luck played the game – it was awesome! "Ordinary Item: Snake Venom Arrows" - 20 arrows contaminated with snake venom. The victim loses 2 HP per second when hit, lasting for 10 seconds, with a stackable effect. You get what you wish for, and combining the Green Snake Bow with poison arrows made for quite a good beginner's setup. However, Sebastian didn't rush to use it. This kind of equipment was very powerful for beginners but couldn't really entice him.

“I…I ordered it from the…um…black market…” “The arrow that killed Mom looked exactly like this, only that it had a DW mark on it. This is why I am asking about the mark if you know anything, so I can trace it and find the people who did this.” I bent down to take a better look at the arrow. It didn’t have the mark, but that seemed to be the only thing missing on the arrow. I wanted to believe the arrow was made by the same person, but enough of blaming Becky for almost everything that is happening.

The strings shimmered faintly, spun from threads so fine they could slice through skin. The arrows, laid out beside them, were even more sinister. Each shaft gleamed with a dark metallic sheen, the fletching dyed the color of raven feathers. Their tips were dipped in a deep, glistening violet… a poison so potent it seemed to pulse beneath the light, as if alive. Even from a distance, the air around the case felt heavy… tainted. One look at them, and death no longer seemed like an abstraction, it was there, watching.

“This is what the assassin used?” I gave a curt nod while Beta Cam, who had been looking to find anything about the arrow rose to his feet, his palms closing over the book as he crossed over to us in a stride. “From the markings, it isn’t a common training arrow produced or used in Callid land…” He caught the arrow that Dad threw at him. “These glyphs carved on it are rare and it is hard to find where it came from” He stretched it back to Dad who collected it. “My verdict is they made it symbolic for distraction. They did it to shift the focus from their pack”

As the eagles had totally infuriated him, he did not hesitate and used it now. Ambrose and Heather were shocked when they saw it. They shouted at the same time. "Be careful!" "Daikin! Look out…" It was because they saw blue light flashing on the arrowhead. Obviously, it had poison smeared on it. As a Golden Wing Eagle, Daikin had a great instinct for danger. When Ambrose and Heather were shouting, it had already flapped its wing to move to the side to avoid the arrow. The arrow flew past its wing from underneath and got stuck at the pillar behind it.

Prepared to get my stuff and walk towards her whereabouts, yet froze upon hearing an odd noise behind the huge tree before me. I equipped myself, held my bow, and positioned the arrow—ready to shoot. The atmosphere became silent and I heard my heavy breathing, "Terra, where have you been?!" A gasp escaped from my mouth as I felt a hand travel up my shoulder which gives chills down my spine. I accidentally let go of the arrow and it voluntarily released toward the thicket.

He nocked it to a heavy hunting bow with trembling fingers, pulling the string back until it dug into his pale cheek. He aimed directly at my heart. With a feral, terrified sob, he released the string with all his strength. The moment the arrow left the bow, a pure black blur moved out from the shadows of the cliffs, faster than the human eye could track. A sharp, crisp shattering sound ripped through the air. That wolf-bane arrow, which could kill any Alpha in seconds, turned into a million tiny pieces in mid-air.

I didn't have time to shout. I dropped my reins. I pulled my massive yew bow from my back and snatched a heavy, flanged iron arrow from my quiver in a single, fluid motion. These arrows were designed to punch through steel armor; they were the only thing that could pierce a rogue boar’s skull. I knocked the arrow. I pulled the heavy bowstring back until the fletching brushed my cheek. My golden eyes locked onto the exact spot between the boar’s red eyes. I was the Warlord of the Blackwood. I had never missed a shot in my life. I was going to drop the beast dead before it could take a single step toward Elian.

Draco asked Alpha Damien the moment he sat down, Alpha Damien turned to look at them, he was quiet for a while then sighed. “I just noticed something about the arrow that was fired few hours ago.” Draco and Killian sat up immediately they heard what he said. They were wondering what it is that Alpha Damoen had found in the arrow, they felt it might leave a clue on how to find Bianca. “What is it that you noticed?” Killian asked Alpha, he handed the arrow to Killian and they all looked at each other. “This looks like an arrow owned by the castle, it's no ordinary arrow.” Killian said to Alpha Damien while he was still holding the arrow. They all nodded their heads upon hearing what Killian sa