Novel & Cerita Black Canary On Arrow

I knelt beside Daka, who was panting, while blood pooled around him. “How is it?” The witch knelt beside me. Daka nodded, giving me the go-ahead to pull the arrow away from him. I pulled it, and he screamed. “This arrow is laced with wolfsbane,” the witch said, sniffing it. I knew because I perceived it myself. It would make Daka weak. “Alpha Karim, you need to see this,” Jago said to me. I left Daka and stood up, looking ahead where Jago had pointed, and saw an army that looked so familiar.

“So, you wanted to play huh?” Ruan transformed into his wolf form, and he evaded her arrows. Kaliyah cussed, and she didn’t even waste a second to shoot him again. Second by second, she released the arrow with just a glimpse of Ruan’s black fur. Although it was already dark, Ruan’s shiny black coat was too noticeable even in the darkness that she was able to spot it even in the night. A black wolf appeared again at her right side, jumping towards the trees and she immediately released the arrow. It almost hit him in his thigh.

Then, release. The arrow soared through the air, striking the target just off-center. Not a perfect bullseye, but close enough to earn the pack’s approval. A chorus of howls rose in appreciation as Cara stepped back down, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She smirked at Raven. “Beat that.” Raven took a steadying breath, stepping up to the platform as the crowd fell silent. She raised her bow, the weight of it suddenly feeling unfamiliar in her grip. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, but she pushed past the nerves, pulling the string taut.

he said under his breath. “It’s within aim,” Storm said, his bow aimed at the crow. He drew back the arrow. “No,” I said quickly. “Why not?” Adrian asked, eying me skeptical. “It’s annoying. Let him shoot it.” “It’s a harmless bird,” I sighed, trying to sound innocent. “Don’t waste an arrow. I’m sure it will leave soon.” But the crow continued to circle. Beta Brighton’s eyes never left it for a second. Astrid watched Beta Brighton watching the bird. Then her eyes caught mine. She saw the look I tossed her and her face flooded with realization.

His eyes are actually about to bulge out of his head. “You’re.. Wow.” He says, but my attention is not on him. It’s on my mate, who is staring just like everyone else. Raven is a unique coloring, as her fur is white with silver hints. Her paws are bluish black, while the tip of her tail is purple. Isaiah stands and Raven sits down. He strokes a hand through our fur, and Raven purrs in contempt. “You are gorgeous!” Isaiah says with awe. “Such unique coloring.” The smile that spreads on his face is both proud and loving.

Kennock raises an eyebrow at me, his mouth quirking into a smirk. “You’ve been holding back, spitfire.” He says, moving towards me. I almost laugh when all my magical senses go off at the same time. I open my mouth to shout at him but it’s too late. An arrow whistles through the air, Kennock grunts as it hits his side and Raven howls in my mind.

“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”

Once I knew Lira was safe, I could finally focus on the fight. “Archers,” I shouted, signaling the gammas to line up. We did not use the wooden arrows other packs relied on. Ours were iron arrows, made and marked as Blackthorne weapons. Before battle, each arrow was dipped in wolfsbane to ensure every hit was deadly. The gammas stood ready, bows drawn, waiting for my signal. “Release,” I said. A thousand arrows flew in the direction the attack had come from. Something felt wrong. The only way arrows could have reached the courtyard was if the enemy had entered the lands surrounding our territory. Those borders were heavily guarded by betas on rotating shifts.

***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.

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.