Blood Arrows Novels & Stories

Blood flowed incessantly, and the void shattered instantly. “Go die.” A cold, emotionless voice echoed in the void. Warner once again drew the string of his golden bow behind Wael. His entire strength condensed into the Path Arrow. As he released the bowstring, the arrow shot forth, splitting into two, then four, then eight... In an instant, the entire void was filled with arrows. The overwhelming arrows rained down, creating a terrifying spectacle. Wael had lost an arm and sustained a bloody wound on his body, but he remained composed in the face of this formidable onslaught.

/ Blood spurts and the shock of seeing a full-on fucking arrow sticking out of my body like a coat-hook means when the guards slam me to the floor, pinning my wrists behind my back I am in no position to argue. Presented like a hog-tied trophy to Patrick, I wriggle against the men's hold, but it is no use. He smirks and mercilessly snaps the arrow, ignoring my scream of pain. With a vicious tug, he rips the shaft out of my shoulder blade, unfazed by the spurt of blood that splatters his black sleeves. Holding the broken arrow, Patrick thrusts it dangerously near my eyeball. “This is silver tipped. If you want to heal you go back to your cell and shut the fuck up. Try anything that stupid aga

The first Blood Spear pierced through the old man's palm and shattered it into powder. Like a rainbow, three arrows shot at the old man's head, chest, and abdomen.

"That’s why I brought toys." I raised the bow and fired. One. Two. Three. All three arrows pierced his chest. He roared in pain, body convulsing violently. I watched, unblinking. "Those arrows," I began calmly, "are infused with silver, wolfsbane, and ashroot. Three of the deadliest substances to werewolves. But since you're not just any wolf, I made sure they were amplified." He coughed, blood sputtering from his mouth. "Ashroot targets bone marrow. Your skeleton will rot before your flesh even catches up. Silver and wolfsbane, well, you already know how that story goes."

***TRIGGER WARNING*** This chapter contains a depiction of ‘blood magic’ which could be compared to self-harm or attempted suicide. Bronx’s POV Arrow pulls an arrow from his quiver and blows it after I tell him about Cason having rejected his fated mate. He rolls it with his fingers and it turns into crystal glass. I don’t know how he did it, but it’s the coolest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. “Is he going to shoot Cason with a glass arrow?” Saint watches quizzically.

I nodded in acknowledgment. Rowan rolled his eyes, for a man so handsome he was for sure an asshole, “She goes into action tonight. I don’t care if she’s a clergy at a court. She needs to know the basic form of defense.” “Teach me then.” I said to him, “I’m ready.” He snorted and threw the bow at me, coming out of nowhere I fumbled catching it. He chuckled, wickedly, my frown grew even deeper. “It takes a little deal of arm strength to fire these arrows. They’re specially imported from South America, made from kronimum steel which can impale a werewolf. It wouldn’t kill one, but it can for sure hurt it.”

Kane’s POV The moment Ava left, I felt it. The bond stretched thin, a faint ache sitting heavy in my chest, the kind that never let me forget she wasn’t here anymore. I forced myself to shove it aside. If I thought about it too long, I’d go mad. On the table in front of me lay three arrows. They were ordinary at first glance, but the black stains that coated the silver tips told a different story. Wolfsbane, burned into the grooves of the metal. Enough to paralyze an Alpha in seconds if it hit deep enough.

We were going to lead the initial core of the Malachious Army, and I left Alpha Cyrus to lead the largest group of shifters. "Arrows!" I heard the shouts as soon as we opened the gate, but we came prepared. I nodded at Calvel, and he gave the order to our archers standing at the wall to fire. Our arrowheads were all dipped in silver with a saffron-aconite blend. We wanted to make sure they were equally deadly to shifters and vampires. It took us fifteen minutes to take care of the first line of their archers. As soon as their arrows stopped flying, our army entered the wasteland.

This was not the time to lose control. Caleb raised the bow again, pointing it at my chest. “I’d advise you to tread carefully, Alpha,” he said with a smirk. “This arrow, it’s not just a normal one. It’s coated with wolfsbane and silver.” He smiled wider. “Just one shot and one tiny mistake can make this arrow go through your chest and you will die in seconds.” Seraya gasped behind me, and I could feel her hold on to my shirt again, looking at the bow.

Martin and Maverick have taken care of Fred's leg and are fashioning a stretcher. “We’re back,” I announce us. Maverick looks up, a smile crosses his face when his eyes rest on my bandaged arm he frowns. “Liberty, what happened to your arm?” “We were ambushed by archers who are hiding in the trees. They shoot wolfsbane dipped silver tipped arrows. On our way back here they aimed for us again but missed. Something is very wrong.” Everyone looks at us with horror on their faces. After the pit we have to get past the archers with their silver tipped wolfsbane arrows.