Black Eagle Zombie Slayer Arrows Novels & Stories

It was carbon fiber, and the tip was glowing a sickly purple. "Wolfsbane," Nash hissed through clenched teeth. "Pure concentrate." I looked toward the trees where the arrow had come from. Stepping out from the shadows of the tree line was a figure dressed in black tactical gear. A mask covered their face, but the emblem on their shoulder was unmistakable—a silver scorpion inside a circle. Mercenaries. "You missed," Nash snarled, straightening up despite the wound. He pulled the arrow shaft, snapping it off to leave the head embedded, stopping the poison from spreading deeper, but the damage was done. Purple veins were already spiderwebbing out from the wound.

The first light of dawn bled through the shattered window pane, casting cold, fractured shadows across the mahogany desk. Beside the pool of gray light, the arrow sat like a corpse on display. I stood over it, the heavy silk of my nightgown offering little protection against the morning chill as Ethan ran a calloused thumb along the shaft. "The fletching is made from the feathers of a northern tundra hawk," Ethan muttered, his jaw tightening as he looked up at me. "This wasn't shot by a random rogue, Aria. This arrow belongs to the personal armory of the Northern Border Guard."

the two alphas exchanged a look but headed down the alleyway together, Greg putting his arm around Tom and helping him. An arrow arched through the night overhead, the flames flickering like a comet, changing the shape of the shadows on the road. The arrow impaled the chest of a zombie and it immediately caught alight with a whoosh of air that almost disguised the sound of the 4WD car engine starting behind the shop. The Van Helsings, and the dramatic tableau of Meguitte’s mate Sparrow and the three women, froze, all looking to the burning zombie in surprise. The arrows continued to fly in rapid succession, each striking a zombie with precision.

We turn to run but stop when we see Nitro standing in front surrounded by his acid gas. "Nowhere left to run," he says. The four of us backing away, I look at QuickShot. "Anytime you want to fire another arrow," I say. "I can't," QuickShot says. "I only have two arrows left and they're the slime arrows." "Slime arrows?" "Yes, slime arrows, and not the ones from before. The new one from earlier this morning." Memories of QuickShot's new slime arrow breaking apart and practically throwing me out of her room charge into my head.

Behind them, occupying the Nazgul's head, are their army of skeletons. "Faster," I yelled at the soul bird, and the creatures also increased their pace. My ear caught a whooshing sound, and I quickly directed the bird to swash aside while an arrow narrowly missed it. Zooming closer to the arrow, it was unlike anything I'd ever seen. It was glowing red, had a sharp end, and its tail was blazing with fire. It was even longer than a normal arrow. Instantly, I knew the arrow was forged by dark magic. Without being told, I knew it would not only kill our birds but also cause damage to my skills if I mistakenly got hit by one.

Lamia rolled her eyes at me. “Any other evidence?” She asked, looking around the men in the room. “Yah actually,” I said, and walked around my desk to open the large in-wall safe I had. “Here, we found a silver-tipped arrow in one of the bodies. It had been dipped in nightshade. Deathly to were-bears.” I held out the arrow and a small gasp came from Lamia, her face went pale and she darted a look towards her father. “Oliver.” She whispered, taking a step back and sitting on the arm of the couch closest to the window.

' Sigh, do you need to be this healthy? Ava used to work with countless bodies in the lab. Considering they were searching for an antidote, she technically learns the bodies of the dead. In this system, every character has only the appearance of a zombie. Their organs are working perfectly fine. Only the skin can tell their strength and worth. 'The greener the skin, the better.' In any case, she can see how strong and fit Vlad is just from his skin. "You are quite the tough opponent... Aren't you..." Letting your guard down and giving the first hit openly. "How about, let me shape your bones a little... just to make sure that you are not 100 percent in health."

While I had imparted some skills to enhance their accuracy, such as sharpshooter, their arrows lacked the potency to inflict fatal damage on enemies unless enchanted either by myself or Solan. I eagerly looked forward to the prospect of incorporating arcane archers into our ranks, their ability to infuse arrows with magical energy promising to be a formidable asset in our battles to come. "This is a problem," I mused, acknowledging the inefficacy of our archers' normal arrows against the tough hides of the beastmen. "What kind of enchantments can they use?" I inquired. [Pierce, Explode, Poison] The system responded. I nodded in approval as I read the options. Each of these enchantments held