Black Eagle Zombie Slayer Arrows Novels & Stories

She raised her hand, ready to give the command. And then arrows rained down from the ridge above. Not our arrows. Not the First Blood archers who'd been providing covering fire. These were different—longer, heavier, tipped with some kind of glowing substance that left trails of light in their wake. They slammed into the feral wolves with devastating accuracy. Three of the beasts went down immediately, the arrows punching through their thick hides like they were made of paper. The others scattered, their formation breaking. "What—" Tiana spun around, searching for the source.

One afternoon, as they navigated a narrow canyon, a sudden, deafening roar echoed through the rock walls. It was not the howl of a wolf, but the mechanical bark of a hunter’s weapon, followed by the whistling screech of a projectile. Elara reacted instantly, shoving Kael out of the path of the incoming bolt. The silver-tipped arrow buried itself deep into the rock face where he had stood moments before, a testament to the Shade Stalkers’ deadly accuracy.

Each arrow flew from her bow, her aim deadly. Finally, one arrow found its mark, sinking deep into the creature’s flesh. It howled in rage, staggering, and Violet decided to take the advantage of its, firing volley after volley. Her arrows pierced its limbs and chest, and with a final, ear-splitting roar, the creature collapsed, shaking the earth as it fell.

The dark cloud of obsidian-tipped arrows descended like a sheet of iron rain. Elena did not flinch. The solid silver light of her eyes didn't just illuminate the pitch-black density of the sudden storm; it seemed to slice the incoming volley into distinct, hyper-detailed trajectories. Time slowed to a crawl. She could see the rotation of each feather fletching, the micro-cracks in the dark stone arrowheads, and the sheer, malicious intent woven into the wood by Alpha Silas’s archers.

Jessi's P.O.V. My screams are so loud they're the only thing I can hear. The pain in my chest that I can feel from the arrow in Wyatt's is excruciating. I see Ryder and Zoe, but I can't focus on them. I know the arrow is silver, and silver kills wolves. Wyatt can't be dead. We haven't had time to live yet. I see Zoe sticking a needle in his arm as someone with thick gloves pulls the arrow out of him. I don't understand why I can't hear anything until I realize I'm still screaming.

Our baldes cut precise patterns into the ice as we move seamlessly from one element to the next. The connection between us is unshakable, and our bodies moves in harmony, every shift of weight is calculated down to the smallest degree. Right now, the arena is silent except for the sound of our blades cutting into the ice, the tension building as we approach the most dangerous part of our routine. Erin gives me a steady smile, and now it's time for the Backward Outside Death Spiral.

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.”

My head swam with frustration, I was powerless in all of these matters because of this damn bracelet. I heard rustling in the bushes just a few feet from where I sat, my stomach turned as I thought of all the creatures that could possibly be lying in wait for me. I stood slowly bracing myself to start running again when I suddenly felt something whistle past me leaving and excruciating pain in my left shoulder, it was an arrow. Was Draven really trying to kill me? I let out a Yelp as the pain struck me, causing me to fall backwards onto the ground and hitting my head on the cluster of rocks next to the large tree I had rested on. A dark figure appeared from the darkness of the bushes, his f

With taut fingers, she loosed an arrow that flew through the air and embedded itself squarely in one of the zombie’s foreheads. The zombie fell to the ground. Elara Quinn, from a mix of lingering fear and terror, felt her legs give way. She collapsed to the floor, panting heavily. The other zombie was still frantically slamming itself against the sofa. Caelan Palmer’s eyes narrowed. Before I could say a word, he tightened his grip on his long knife, took a large step forward, and swung it fiercely at the zombie’s neck. With a wet SQUELCH, the blade bit into flesh. The zombie’s head rolled off its shoulders and bumped down the entryway steps with a series of dull thuds.

I ram my fist into the soft area under his ribs, earning a pained howl in response, then drive my hand through his insides, while blocking his maw with my leg, so he cannot bite me before finding his heart and crushing it in my fist. I get up, and seeing as I have no blades left, I climb the nearest tree and prepare my bow and arrows. They are silver, like every other weapon I used, so I aim strictly at the wolves, so I do not waste them on humans. I take out one beast after another, shooting them with pinpoint accuracy, while some of the Deads, along with Ambrosius, Aiden and Asher guard the tree I am on, killing everyone who even gets close. Sometime during the fight, Claw brings out two