Bowsette Novels & Stories

It was a recurve bow, like the one he usually used, but it was still different in so many ways. Sebestian wasn't sure if he had held his breath since he opened the box or if it just felt like it, but when Rose finally spoke, her words questioning but calmly, he felt strangely relieved. "I'm not sure about all the material to be honest, it's much older than I am, but it's mainly made out of bones" Sebestian said, hoping it wouldn't be too off putting.

Rookie chimed with a raised hand. " One wrong move and you'll be swept away by the current." She warned. " If you're too afraid, then just say so." He instigated. " Ha! I'm not afraid of anything!" She laughed waving him off. " Good!" He slides the armor on his forearm down to his wrist. A crossbow pops out and locks into place. " That must have cost a fortune. " She said in awe. " A gift from her majesty but I only have one shot since I don't carry extra arrows."

A bow had been wrapped around her and rests gently on her belly. Below the waist, the dress fitted snug around her and had a straight style. The dress reached to just below her knees and was longer at the sides and back of the dress. She was wearing t-straps, they were simple, but radiate grace and refinement. To top it all off, she was wearing a bow in her hair and one simple, but elegant bracelet. “You look ravishing and elegant too, girl.” I complimented right back and she blushed. Without saying more words, she handed to me a silver mask that looked absolutely classy yet does the job of hiding my eyes and part of my nose like it is supposed to and she held in her other hand a golden one

“What do you think? Personally, Miss Waters, I know your fiancé would love this as a wedding gift. All men drool over expensive watches like these.” Brooke’s face was bland when she came up behind Belle, her extremely tidy white suit jacket squaring her shoulders off as her pin straight short blonde hair swayed slightly. “That is too typical a gift to give a man for a wedding. Countless wedding guests will give him expensive wristwatches, and you expect his bride to give him the same thing?”

I focus her attention on the task at hand. Beatrice summons weapon after weapon, but by the seventh, she struggles to craft another without losing one of the first ones she conjured. We established seven to be the maximum amount, with thirty-five feet the safe distance away from Beatrice before the weapons deteriorated. With this information out of the way, she picked to train with Bow and arrow.

I smiled, a slow, sensual curve of my lips, as I reached for her wrists. The restraints were crafted from the finest leather, soft yet unyielding, designed to hold her securely without causing discomfort. I wrapped the first restraint around her left wrist, the leather sliding smoothly against her skin. The buckle clicked into place with a satisfying finality, and I repeated the process with her right wrist, ensuring both were securely fastened to the bedframe.

I opened my mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t just come out, “I….i thought you.” Then she pointed it at me, “Don’t move.” I gasped. It was a bow, made out of special steel, which was why my high sight couldn’t sense of it immediately. I heard the oncoming footsteps, my eyes couldn’t help but narrow as I wasn’t sure what was happening any longer. “What is going on?” I asked. She gave no answer. “Stay put.” She ordered me. I nodded, not moving an inch. I smelled wolfsbane, which rocked me by storm as I never expected my mate to be someone who had that kind of thing.

The woman moved with liquid grace, her posture radiating confidence with each step. Even from across the room, I could feel something different about her—a presence that made the air around us seem thicker, charged with invisible energy. She wore simple dark jeans and a fitted black top, but somehow managed to look like she owned the entire diner. Jace straightened almost imperceptibly, his jaw tightening as he tracked her approach. "Lena," he greeted, his voice neutral but with an undercurrent of tension I hadn't heard before.

I’m so sorry I put you through that, I didn’t mean to—’ ‘It’s fine, Amelia! I’m fine!’ She held my shoulders, ‘The fact that you stood up for me when you just met me, really means a lot,’ she hugged me. As she pulled back from the hug, I glanced down at the bow, amazed that I was able to adjust so easily to one I was not used to. It’s not only weighted uniquely but it’s also designed and shaped differently, unlike any bow I’ve ever used before. ‘What the hell is all the commotion?’ A new male voice emerged from the other end of the party, ‘I disappeared for twenty minutes to grab more drinks and snacks, and it sounds like I’ve missed out on all the excitement!’

She turned to see Lewis already holding a new catapult as Sush guided him on estimating where to aim and how to wait before releasing. “Sweetheart,” Greg’s voice brought her attention back to him and she squealed and leaped when he handed her a brand new bow and a quiver of arrows, even though she’d already had at least five sets at home. This one was different, though. The brown bow and quiver had gold engravings of her name and she took her time feeling the letters with her fingertips before throwing her arms around her uncle, exclaiming, “Thank you, Uncle Gweg!”