Bow Hero Novels & Stories

The guards rushed forward and surrounded Beemo, who had his boots on the young master's head. "Release the young master you scum," a skinny man with a long sword stepped forward and demanded. Beemo ignored them. He released a jet of air from his body that threw all 100 guards to the far end of the room. There was no getting up for them after a direct and full power hit from a Thorium Realm Mage. Screams of pain and anguish could be heard all around the room, but nobody paid any mind to it. Eloise and the rest were still actually talking and laughing as they drank mana water.

One of my employees. Taurus….. What a bitch! You can’t speak!? I don’t know what I ever seen in you! Capris thoughts…. How arrogant of this community d***. He must not look in the mirror too often. He’s completely let himself go. Better yet he must have a bag over that crater face b****** head when he’s f****** her. I have always been that and then some. Little does he know his friends have been trying to get at me and tells me all his business. Hahahahahaha someone has been boosting him up. How pathetic?

I asked hazily, "I thought I had to get married to pass this dungeon…" "Yeah. You have to marry the Sea God." Cyrus' lips kept trailing south the whole time. I could vaguely see a red tuxedo materializing on his upper body. That was when I suddenly recalled the Sea God's statue in the chapel. It had countless tentacles forming its lower body. Did that mean Cyrus was the Sea God? My boyfriend wasn't just an NPC in the survival game—he was also the final boss? As soon as that thought popped into my mind, I felt myself getting enveloped by the water and the tentacles. I could also hear Cyrus' enchanting voice.

“This document shows text messages sent from their President, and I quote ‘fucking kill every last fucking Warrior’ they found that night. We’re going to war, Warriors! It’s time these Dead Dogs stay fucking dead!” Cheers reverberated throughout the room and Jake held his hand up. The men all quieted down and he looked at each and every one of them before he spoke again. “Buzzer will be at Beaver’s tonight. They’re hosting a party for their Prospects patching in. The intel I received says they’ll be alone. They don’t have many allies, none that would approve what they did to us. I know they acted alone and Buzzer did it for territory. Their plan was to launch another attack on us under the g

"Probably not as fast as you got away with taking Selene Nightbane behind the arena bleachers last night." Armand choked on his own breath, his face going pale. "Boyce Shawn!" He lunged forward, locking his arm around Boyce’s neck in a desperate headlock. "Are you out of your mind? Speak quieter! If Kaelen hears you, he’ll tear my throat out before our first hockey match tomorrow!" "Are you completely sure you want to hold onto me like this?" Boyce asked quietly, his tone flat, even, and entirely devoid of panic. Boyce was a trained shadow scout from the Northern border, and Armand knew his thin, athletic build wasn't going to hold up if Boyce decided to break his ribs. Armand slowly release

I demanded as soon as we were alone. "My name is Bowey Turner. I am the son of Alpha Raphael Turner of the Blue Seed Pack on the north side. We were attacked yesterday by some rogues, and everyone else is dead. I was the only one who survived. When I got to the depths of the forest, it was dark, and I got attacked by ghost hunters. I don't even know how I managed to get as far as I did. It was the moon goddess who didn't want me to die for nothing. Thank you and your men for saving my life; it was the only hope I held on to." He said, and I knew that even though he said these things, his character was a lot deeper than he had let on.

He knew it was taboo for a citizen of the Arzona Capital to like Alkhun Berhalksawn when they were supposed to vote for Marlo. Because he was the strongest archer, every time Marlo berhalksawn would go back to his hometown everyone would be shocked at the appearance, but most for the strongest warriors on every field. He'll challenge 5 warriors on every field and kick their asses. Cyan was included on that one.

Father always seemed to do it without issue and then look me and his remaining three daughters in the eye as if he didn't do the most unforgivable act toward a human being. But I was supposed to be a ruthless crime boss, and killing is just a part of the game. Doesn't mean I like it, though. I know exhaustion reads deeply on my face. I put sunglasses on before leaving my room to hide the puffy, tired eyes that I could only put so much makeup on to hide it. I head straight for the fresh pot of coffee that has been made, but Leander stops me. He hands me a tumbler instead. He can't see me, but I'm eying him beneath the sunglasses. I bring the tumbler to my nose and open it enough to smell it.

It's as if he's trying to drew some strength from hugging me and I would be glad if I would be able to give him some. It was then I realized that behind Maze's stoic expression, is a vulnerable and soft boy who needs someone to constantly remind him that it's okay to sometimes weep and slack off. That he just needs someone to remind him that he doesn't need to deal with it alone. And I want to be that someone. I have decided.

A knock on the window brings me out of my half-conscious state and I warily roll down the windows only a bit. “Sa- Oh, shit, who are you?” I noticed it was one of his friends, not Carter, but I didn’t know his name. “I’m Loa,” I say, but it was probably muffled so I lower the glass a bit more. “I’m Loa,” I repeat and he nods, his eyes giving me a once over. “Jack.” He replies. Jack was the typical white boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. There was nothing much to describe except that his nose was a bit crooked which was probably because he played football. “Where’s Samuel?”