Blood Arrows Novels & Stories

Shoot! The arrows were shot precisely at each of the targets. The arrows changed the trajectory when the unrelated target was in the way and pierced the heart of the right target. Orange. His GIFT was Art and Creative Manipulation. In other words, he could manifest his art to come alive. Furthermore, manipulating his art had no limit, making him an overpowered character most of the time. In a short time, the unwanted pests were killed. “You, gasoline scent, I am your opponent. And you!” He pointed to Ayham. “My partner is waiting for you at the ground level. Trudging along.”

I know any moment delayed would mean the death of my friends, and the guilt will forever be in my heart, while their spirits will never forgive me. "The ninth stage of the soul nectar," I yelled, and a silver light started emitting from my body. "Allow the great Smith in their killer forms, admit blood to flow from the bottom to the top." With that, a silver bow and arrow appeared in my hand. Then I felt a quiver appear behind me, and its belt attached to my waist. Not wasting another second, I drew out two arrows, took aim, and shot them. Even though I hadn't shot an arrow before, the nectar guided me and it was a perfect aim. The arrows sailed in the air and hit two dogs at once; their pai

“Kill them!” The first wave of Reapers pulled wildly at the vines trying to free their legs, but it was taking time. Harrison took the opportunity and continued firing, hitting the Reapers in the face and neck. They swatted at the bullets like flies, but the shots were slowing them down. Aurora stood up and took an arrow from her quiver. She let out a breath and slowly stretched it back in a bow that had been her mother’s - the string made from the dried sinew of a fallen brown bear and the bow carved from an old oak tree. Slowly and carefully she closed her fingers around the wood. Her blood pulsed with the power of her ancestors as she counted to three and released the arrow. It peeled thr

he said while running his finger through my hair. Suddenly, he twirled us around, making me hug him tauter. I looked at him shock but he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at something behind him. My fingers felt wet, I look to see they were coated in blood. I looked at him worriedly. “Listen love, run from here and don't look back,” he said and I looked at him confused. Just as I was about to say something, three men emerged from the tress. Each holding two arrows in their hands. The head of their arrows were shimmering with something green and than it clicked, it was wolfs bane.

Marcus was sitting on the stage in pain. He saw her standing shocked, he grabbed her head then made her sit on the floor. "Isabey, help me. Remove this arrow from my back... It is made of silver. I am immobilized by it..." He said shooting her shoulders. At that, she came back in her senses. Isabey move behind his back the tried to remove the arrow from his back but as she touched silver it burned her hands... Isabey didn't stop she removed the arrow with all the force.

But the black veins weren’t common with wolfsbane. If I remember correctly, wolfsbane is a bright purple color, but the vile held a deep, black liquid. Kai quickly rips the arrow from Parker’s shoulder with his teeth, he nudges Parker, who reaches out to grasp onto his fur. Kai rolls Parker onto his back, carefully grabbing the arrow with his teeth, and running away quickly. I see the two men running quickly towards where Parker and Kai were just at. “Cam, you idiot. You only hit one of them. She’s not going to be happy.” The other man slumped his shoulders, looking at the ground in defeat.

It was the smell when I was abducted by the vampires. The branch of a tree made a cracking sound, and I shouted, “Ray!” he whipped to the side and caught an arrow in his hand which was shot from the sky. “Behind the trees!” Ray shouted and everyone dashed towards the trees as more arrows were launched from the sky. The vampires! “Fucking arrows out of all things!” Ray cursed and broke the arrow in his hand. I saw the burn on his palm. The arrow tips were laced with silver. The tree’s trunk behind which we stood vibrated as more arrows were shot. Some missed my arm by inches.

Every swing of his sword carried the weight of his determination to protect his realm. Arinna's arrows flew with fierce determination, but they seemed to meet an invisible barrier before reaching their intended targets. She narrowed her eyes, her mind racing to find a way to pierce through the enemy's defenses. With unwavering focus, she adjusted her aim and unleashed a volley of arrows that managed to break through, striking true.

My instincts screamed at me, but before I could react, a sharp whistle pierced the silence. “Down!” I yelled, but it was too late. Arrows rained down on us, swift and silent. Marcus fell, an arrow lodged in his throat, his eyes wide with shock. The others scattered, trying to find cover. I felt a sharp pain in my side and looked down to see an arrow jutting from my abdomen. The searing agony told me it was poisoned.

Every death tonight was on his hands. Rage flooded my system. My eyes bled into a glowing silver. I lunged forward, a scream of anger building in my throat. I was ready to tear Elder John's head from his shoulders. But then, a sharp heat exploded in my shoulder. I gasped, the force of the weapon spinning me around. I looked down to see an arrow buried deep in my arm. Black veins began to crawl outward from the wound. "Wolfsbane," my wolf hissed, her voice fading into a drugged whimper.