Bow Hero Novels & Stories

The custom Harley with the modified pipes that growled rather than roared. Duke. She pressed back from the window, heart pounding as he pulled up. He climbed off his bike with that same fluid grace, removed his helmet, and ran a hand through his dark hair. He was broader now, harder-looking. The boy she'd known had become fully a man, intimidating in his leather cut with the Riot Kings emblem on the back. A vice president patch stood out on his chest. Second in command. As if sensing her eyes on him, Duke looked up toward her window. Valentina ducked back, breath caught in her throat.

His high cheekbones and straight nose gave him a godlike complexion that were perfectly complemented by broad shoulders, tattooed arms corded in muscle and full lips that were currently pursed in concentration. He was handsome. Unbelievably so but Chloe couldn't work out why she couldn't look away. It wasn't like she hadn't seen attractive looking men before. Werewolves were naturally beautiful but something about this male had Chloe captivated. He was easily the definition of dangerous and perfect even with the scar that split one of his perfect black eyebrows in two.

She took it with a gracious bow towards the old guardian. “That is how you can avenge your fallen friends,” said Papa Bois, looking at Hayden. Hayden sighed deeply but nodded. “What about the ligahoo?” Asked Hayden, gesturing to the bound man. “Oh, him,” said Papa Bois dismissively. “He is no longer a ligahoo.” “He needs help. He’s breathing but he’s badly wounded and I am sure those tight binds aren’t helping,” said Cory, feeling worried for the man.

Jairon commented to me, then turned behind him. I saw his brow furrow in surprise. I took advantage of that to stand up and motioned to my companions to come closer. I want to laugh because they tortured me with their glares at the same time. "Bae, these are my friends. The Atrómitos Orgánosi heads are Aycxe, Shiela, Noella, and Sophia." I pointed them one by one. "He's my husband, Matthew," said Sophia as she put her hand on her husband's arm.

Was the fucking thing grinning at him? He whipped out his chopper, an eight-inch Afrikaner Bowie his uncle brought back from the Boer War, and drove it into the thing’s temple. Or tried to. True to his prediction, the creature blocked the knife-wielding arm with its left forearm, stepped inside his guard and delivered a teeth-rattling uppercut that lifted Quincy off his feet.

The shoe of the spear is made with silver and an embedded symbol of Fleur de Lis. I asked Vol to make two spears and two knives for me and Rendall. Quinn already asked Vol to enhance her arrows and change the string of her bow. “These are awesome!” Rendall exclaimed as he scans the bowie knife that also have the Fleur de Lis symbol. “I am glad you liked my work.” Vol bowed and we also bowed to show respect and gratitude for his hard work. “We have to go Vol, till next time.” I carried the spear and knife while Rendall carried Quinn’s bow and arrows.

That is until a small, confident voice rang out, cutting through the laughter and jeers of the bullies. "Hey!! Let him go!" I looked up to see a boy my own age, standing up to the big boys and fearlessly defending me. "Look who's come to save the day; our very own knight in shining armor!" exclaimed Big Boy 1 as they approached. "Ha! You really think he can beat us and save this little runt?" sneered Big Boy 2. "He's not a runt, he's….. beautiful," protested the cute boy, bravely defending me.

*Boom* “AHHHH” the man screamed in pain! His screaming quickly turned into muted when the pain from his jaw reminded him that it was broken. When Abe had grabbed his leg, the young boy used the opportunity to stab an earth mine into the wind user’s leg. It was his last earth mine, and his survival hinged greatly on it. Immediately the mine went off Abe rushed forward with his earth shield, protecting himself from the debris as he rushed to get to the fallen wielder before his partner did. And he accomplished his mission. Once he spotted the wind wielder, he wasted no time summoning his hammer. He fought through the pain that threatened to tear him apart and unleashed is frustrations upon the

it was Benjoe still standing on his knees. "Oh! the robber leader! It looks like the fight isn't over ..." Said a salesman who was surprised to see Benjoe standing. "Get ready now and taste my full strength! you will regret that you were born! Benjoe said angrily with a powerful aura burst into his body.Everything close to him spewed away caused by a strong wind that swirled around him. The villagers were nervous again. "What did you say?" Jin asked seriously as if he was not affected. He glared at Benjoe.

she explained walking over to the wooden beam and leaned her shoulder against it. “ I don’t think differently of you. You should have told me, I would have made sure your training was set up accordingly. I actually have a couple of warriors who are half breeds and who can’t shift. They don’t go in first in a war or battle but they are there in the way they choose to be.” I explain to her hoping that helped “ thanks but I don’t need to be reassured on how I’m capable on being useful to the pack” she sighed standing up straight walking down the steps