Blood Arrows Novels & Stories

The will certainly run out of arrows she consoled herself as she crawled on all fours searching for another safe cover. Dark Shadow growled darkly in frustration when his hand moved back to his arrow collection and felt only two arrows. The blonde was proving to be an elusive target. His prey has never lasted past three arrows and here he was almost out of his arrow and his target was still breathing. He took out one of the arrows and aimed as soon as the blonde sneaked out from her hiding spot and sent it flying in her direction.

Once I reached the top, I nocked an arrow, my eyes narrowing as I took aim at the necromancer's advancing forces. With a deep breath, I let the arrow fly, watching as it streaked through the air and found its mark, piercing the skull of one of the undead minions. The creature let out a haunting, guttural wail, and I felt a surge of grim satisfaction. Quickly, I nocked another arrow, my movements swift and precise as I continued to rain down a hail of projectiles on the necromancer's forces. Each shot found its mark, and I could see the tide of the battle beginning to turn in our favor.

It was definite and sure, like how my life depended on the beats. I pulled the three steel arrows from my inside pocket and let it drift from skin to skin as I make my way to the middle. I am close to attaching one of the arrows to the chest of my selected victim when a golden arrow flew past from my nose, barely missing it. It embedded itself on the chest of my victim and blossomed. Angered by this, I didn't dare to look around the room in case I spotted her again. I know better than to stir away from those stupid creatures. Putting the arrows back on my pocket, I huffed as I step out of the club.

I had been ambushed. I desperately wove between the incoming arrows, but it felt futile. I was completely exposed, unable to shield myself or quickly react in time. The pain was overwhelming. My body screamed in agony as arrows pierced through my skin—sharp jabs that sent white-hot rivers of pain coursing through me from every angle. My breath was shallow and ragged, and as the agony swelled, I staggered, stumbling to my knees in the soft earth.

She was prepared to die that night, but her son had to survive. As another volley of arrows flew towards them, Zoe's eyes widened in horror. She quickly closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact. In that moment, she felt her husband's embrace, shielding her from the deadly projectiles. The arrows found their mark, piercing Kevin's body, and Zoe could feel the warm, sticky blood on her skin. They were both drenched in crimson. She couldn't comprehend the pain she felt, unsure if it was from the arrow or the branches that obstructed their path earlier. Her mind screamed in denial as she desperately tried to fight back.

And desperation makes me dangerous. Just when I think I might win, pain explodes through my side. I look down to see an arrow protruding from my ribs. Wolfsbane. The poison burns through my veins immediately. "No!" Byrde's roar shakes the ground. He abandons his fight, racing to me. Margaret laughs, shifting back to human form. "A parting gift from Marcus's weapon collection. Amazing what you can coat arrows with these days." My vision blurs. I shift back, gasping. The arrow is deep, the wolfsbane spreading fast.

My back slammed against the wall and I landed face-first on the floor with a loud thud. He bent down and weaved his fingers into my hair, grabbing a handful of it and pulling up my face. He snarled down at me, "You should have stayed quiet. Draven would have never believed your ass." I grinned at him, blood dripping down the corners of my mouth, "Oh, so you do talk, huh?" My eyes flashed with a blinding white light when his knuckles ran through my jaw ruthlessly. I spat out blood, my eyes hazy as I struggled to stare at the ground. These arrows had to have been coated with more than silver, maybe even wolfsbane?

That's when I see the crossbow. The arrow takes me in the side, punching through my ribs with a wet thud. At first, it just feels like a punch. Then the fire starts. Poison. The arrow is coated with wolfsbane extract. "Silver-tipped and poisoned," Marcus says with satisfaction. "Should do the job nicely." The poison spreads fast, racing through my veins like liquid fire. My vision blurs and my legs give out. I collapse against the roots of a massive oak tree, gasping for breath.

My mind feels torn into fragments, scattered and chaotic. Finally, the operating room doors swing open. The doctor walks toward us, and we rise at once. She bows slightly to my mother—our Luna—before speaking. “The Alpha’s injuries are extremely severe. The arrow severed the main artery in his shoulder. He lost a tremendous amount of blood.” The air seems to vanish from the room. “The arrowhead was coated with a large quantity of wolfsbane.” Her gaze shifts to me, heavy with meaning. “More than when you were shot.”

“Your efforts to free Emmett was inactive Beatrice, as was every other woman from our bloodline. We decided to give Rose a chance to pull through the hard wall we've all been struggling with for centuries. And she succeeded. I am in doubt she's in any danger as Emmett would keep her safe from…” “No, he wouldn't. The Emmett who's been told off is a really angry spirit, full of grief in heart, he's a slayer of wolves and is ready to kill any one who crosses his path. He looks not at the eyes of both the guilty and the innocent. He's got so much power to wipe the whole Claw City and now that he's been released and back to his world, I assure you that everyone is in danger since his departure wa