Black Canary On Arrow Novels & Stories

Armani was seen practicing archery, this time trying to shoot something that moved. 'That kid intends to shoot a bird flying over the trees, is it possible?' Brandon thought, his lips pulling into a grin. Armani shot his arrow quickly and unexpectedly managed to hit his target bird. Brandon widened his eyes. "Well done, Armani!" he shouted, clapping his hands. A sense of pride filled Brandon's chest. The bird fell to the ground, with Armani's arrow embedded in its neck. Armani put on his best smile, happy to have finally shot something that moved properly.

“Never going to happen.” Just as I’m about to turn away, Raquel grabs me by the upper arm. My shirt’s sleeve rides up an inch, exposing the bottom portion of my old tattoo. She frowns, a flicker of recognition flashing across her eyes. She doesn’t let me escape, moving so swiftly that I have no time to react. She pushes my sleeve up to expose the entire composition: a raven with red feathers and an arrow in its black beak. Her mouth falls open. “You’re a Red Raven.”

another asked. “Anything that doesn’t belong here,” I said firmly. They searched in silence, moving through the leaves like ghosts. The forest was calm, but something in the air felt wrong. Just when I was starting to give up, one of them came forward. “I found something,” he said, holding something out. It was an arrow. I took it in my hand, turning it slowly. It looked ordinary at first… but there was something off. It had a strange black mark on the tip, like dried tar.

Blake's men were about to follow the attacker or even take him down when Shadow stopped them. "It's my spy," Shadow declared, walking to the wall. Pulling the arrow out in one go, she looked at her master. "They sent some urgent news." She recognised the arrow by its unique structure and colour. It was a jet-black metallic arrow with a round bulging structure at the proximal part of the shaft. There was a small button, which was hardly visible, just below the bulge. She pressed the button and a small door on the bulge opened before a small rolled letter fell on her palm.

Ashyy accepted me into his arms and hugged me tight, I felt nice, I felt ease. Arrow then became distant from me. He was just looking at me not showing any emotion. I could see disbelief and disappointment in his eyes. "No, men like them are killers. They have no mercy. Get me out of here, Ashyy... get me out of here." I was crying way too hard making me lose control. The rapid breathing activity locked my throat that it became hard for me to take oxygen. As I breathed hard, I fell to unconsciousness. Arrow Black's POV

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.

A sound like a whip cracking tore through the air. A black, feathered shaft erupted from Nash’s shoulder, burying itself deep into the muscle just above his collarbone. Nash grunted, the impact driving him backward into me, knocking the wind out of me. He slumped against us, his face contorted in sudden, agonizing pain. "Nash!" I screamed. He caught himself with one hand, his breathing coming in sharp, ragged gasps. He looked down at the arrow. It wasn't made of wood. It was carbon fiber, and the tip was glowing a sickly purple.

Carlos’s P.O.V. The world seemed to stop altogether as I looked down and found an obsidian-tipped arrow jutted from Harley’s back. Black veins spread rapidly through her fur where it pierced flesh, making my heart pound crazily against my rib cage. It wasn’t even a mystery to me who would be so cruel to attack my innocent mate like that! “No!”

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 black wolf jumped him, driving its teeth into his other arm, and throwing the red wolf to the side. The bones in my arm were broken but it was worth it. The red wolf was defeated. I saw the deathly gaze in the eyes of the black wolf but then I heard the sound of an arrow as it flew through the air. The black wolf growled, turning its gaze sharply and focusing it on something that was just above my head. I heard another, then another and I saw the shafts as the arrows embedded themselves into the wolf. Slicing through its silky fur. I looked above me to where the arrows seemed to be coming from and I spotted the neon red of about a dozen red robed vampires wielding bows and firing more ar