Blood Arrows Novels & Stories

I leaned into my horse and, just on cue, stray arrows kept flying blindly in the air in every direction. "Take cover!" I heard Brielle's voice beside me scream. Loud growls rang in the air as warriors began to shift into their wolves. I jumped down from my horse, grabbing onto the short length of the sword that was on my horse as I managed to abscond the arrows heading my way. The arrows kept flying around, hitting a few of the warriors, who let out a growl in pain. "The arrows are poisonous, laced with wolfsbane!" A warrior shouted, warning us all, 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.

"I have 500 blunt arrows with me! If you can dodge more than 40... I'll treat you with anything you want inside café ginger. If you lose, then you can't quit this training for at least a week!" "I'm fine with that…" Ryan spoke with confidence as jogged towards the targets, "I can't fight, but I am quick as a cheetah! You better not forget the bet!" A few minutes later, Creed stood up. He had turned all 500 arrows into blunt ones. The moment he touched the blunt heads of the arrow, a malicious grin appeared on his face. These training arrows were really costly and efficient. The gluon fluid inside the arrows would automatically replicate the weight of the ejected pointy heads to keep the arro

Inside are ration bricks wrapped in waxed cloth, two water bladders, a packet of painroot salve, six arrows tied with red thread, and a folded scrap of oiled paper. Nythor crouches opposite me, his eyes narrowing at the thread. “Red from the Depths,” he says. “Serpent court marks. The arrows will be ill-intended.” “I can bless them clean,” I say, “or break them. We’re short on shafts.” “Bless,” Hadrian says decisively.

I snapped, and he nodded his head. “Take a couple of the hybrid vamps along with you. Their quickness will help avoid her tainted arrows,” I added, feeling bitter due to my body not healing as quickly as it should have. “Does she use poison,” James asked me. Shaking my head, I explained that the arrows were dirty and full of bacteria that my Lycan and vampire were fighting against. His smirk irritated me, and I waved him off. Leaning back in my office chair, my mind thought about how her blood would taste as my crotch tightened up on my other sinister thoughts.

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.

I demonstrated, waiving my hands around. “Yes. That’s normal. We have now shared blood, and that has strengthened our connection even more. We are bound, Araya, truly in every sense, mentally, physically, emotionally. Your needs and wants are mine. Your joy and pain. You will feel the same for me as well. It was something I would have liked to talk to you about before and given you the choice, but sadly our situation left me no option. I could not allow you to be in a weakened state with what we are up against.”

She had told me once she even had knives in her boots that would flick out with the right pressure in the right spot, and a couple wolfsbane coated pins in her hair, just in case. Luna Davene carried a bow with a quiver of arrows wrapped around her, the arrows were made with silver, and each had a little compartment in the arrowhead that held liquid silver and wolfsbane. When the arrowhead became embedded in the skin the shell holding the deadly liquids would burst and enter the blood stream. There was nothing you could do to save someone from one of Luna Davene’s arrows.

They weren't overpowered nor overwhelmed by the size of the enemy. Maddox scowled as he saw this. He won't be able to arrest them if this continues. returned his gaze to his men. “Arrows!” Hundreds of arrows started flying toward them right away. Knox wouldn't be killed by the arrow, but it might be poisoned, so he had to avoid it while fighting. But that wasn't the case for Rakel. Werewolves can't handle iron, worse he could smell wolfsbane in the air indicating that the arrows might be coated with it. It was difficult for him to battle the vampires swarming around him while also dodging the arrows at the same time.

His eyes fluttered. One of the men behind Aaron with yellow eyes drew his bow and fired two arrows with sharp silver heads towards them. “One.” Aaron’s lashes fluttered, and his eyes blazed a bloody red as he said the last word. He let go of her hand and turned around to back her up. He caught the arrow flying towards him with both hands and threw it back at two of the men who approached. They fell, and the rest of the four stormed towards them faster. Zera turned around and found three men approaching her, their eyes glowing blue.

In just a split second, she had moved! *Whoosh* Black Ink felt the wind behind him growing stronger, and knew instinctively that the person he was looking for was right behind him. Like a ghost in the attic, a powerful arrow appeared behind Black Ink and sought to bore a hole through the Black Team member. Black Ink borrowed the momentum of the three arrows that had sent him flying into this ambush and twisted his body strangely. He didn’t need to gather and power in his spear because of the momentum of his retreat. He quickly sliced at the arrow, striking it accurately on the base of the arrowhead.