Blood Arrows Novels & Stories

Meant I could pull it through instead of having to push it deeper first. But the arrow was silver. And Killian already had shadow corruption in his system. Silver plus shadow equaled bad things. "This is going to hurt a lot." I gripped the arrow shaft. "Wait." Killian tried to pull away but I held firm. "On three. One.." I pulled on one. Yanked the arrow straight through and out. Killian's scream bounced off the chamber walls. He curled forward, good hand clamping over the wound as blood poured out faster.

hissed Virando dreadfully cynically and terribly viciously. Virando swung both of his hands to the left, to the right, to the top as well as to the bottom. The deadly arrows were seen whirling here and there based on the movement of Virando’s both hands. The deadly arrows carried on stabbing through, stabbing in and out from those two betrayers’ bodies, again and again, over and over, continuously and continuously. “Aaarrgghhkk...!!!”

The boar, monstrous and angry, didn’t seem to care. It shot forward like a bat out of hell. I tried to move, but my ankle shot blinding hot pain through my leg. I stumbled. The boar redirected its course, continuing right for me. Silver darted forward. Suddenly, an arrow flew through the tree line and plunged into the side of the boar. It staggered. A second arrow immediately followed the first. Aim true, it felled the creature. The boar collapsed, dead. Silver stopped. Her head turned toward the way the arrows had come from. I followed her gaze, but I didn’t see anything yet. I heard them though, two figures rushing through the foliage.

With trembling hands, I readied another arrow, my fingers tracing the familiar contours of the bow with practiced precision. Through a haze of pain and determination, I drew back the bowstring, my muscles straining against the weight of the weapon as I took aim at the approaching horde of Algoths. Each heartbeat thundered in my ears, a relentless cadence that drove me forward even as my body screamed in protest. With a fierce cry of defiance, I unleashed the arrow, the missile soaring through the air with deadly accuracy as it found its mark amidst the swirling mass of creatures.

I leaned onto my thigh and just on cue, stray arrows kept flying blindly in the air in every direction. “Hide Kayla!” I heard Dami’s voice beside me scream. A loud furious growl ran in the air as I jumped from the chair and absconded the arrow heading my way. The arrows kept flying around, hitting the doors and shattering the window glass. “The arrows are poisonous, they are laced with wolfbane!” Dami shouted, warning me and an arrow grazed through my right arm. It wasn't too deep, but my skin burned with pain from the effect of the poison.

My heart began to sound loudly in my chest as adrenaline surged through my body and I realized that the long-awaited war was finally here. The strong and commanding voice of Ronan echoed in the air as he called out to the archers, “Attention archers! Get ready!” I observed closely as our skilled fighters quickly sprang into action. They moved with impressive agility, skillfully drawing their weapons and carefully lining up their arrows. Their faces showed a strong determination. Adams then turned around to face me, his expression very intense and focused. “These arrows are specially dipped in wolfsbane,” he told me, “and they are designed to weaken our enemies before they can reach our gates

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

I took a deep breath. “Be with us mother,” I whisper under my breath, pulling my hands down and the arrows flew with a whooshing sound so clear and crisp it was enough to stun the vampires and terrors bellow as they looked up, and just before they could even act the arrows began raining down on them. I heard the screeches and Echoes of pain and the sound of burning flesh as the vampires and terrors began to react, claws drawn fangs out moving fast but we were faster.

Terror flickered in Nicholas's widened eyes, a stark reflection of the imminent threat of death that loomed over him. But before Arena could carry out her lethal intent and end that bastard’s life, the door was violently flung open, and an arrow pierced Arena’s body with precision. She crashed to the ground, her cries of pain echoing through the arena. The arrow, coated with wolfbane, sapped our powers, rendering us utterly defenseless. Helplessly, Arena’s helpless eyes watched as I saw through her eyes, witnessing our attacker approach.

Her heart warmed with his seriousness to respect her Blood Wolves clan, and she doesn’t know just how grateful she is for the moon goddess to give her such an awesome mate. All of those misfortunes and grief suddenly felt so far away because of Asha, Soran and the existence of General Markus. It is as if she has never experienced that night, but she knows that ending the hatred with King Regor and the Royal Ark clan would lighten those dreadful memories a lot. Asha watched the interaction between the two and smiled as she took out another treasure from the box. A bow and three arrows, with the bow being silver white and the three arrows are made up of the same black ore like the Auros sword.