Bowsette Origin 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.

She had me dress up in a hooded cape with a chain fastening, a dandelion tunic dress with an attached strap, printed leather gauntlets, a waist-cinching belt, leggings, and leather boots with a throwing dagger on both sides. None of the men were left behind. Like the other lads, Oswin wore a hooded, long-sleeved tunic, a vest, gauntlet gloves, a belt with a pouch, and boot covers. He was wearing what appeared to be an expensive bow and a quiver full of arrows. It seems that he had a custom-crafted bow and arrows created for himself. At the outset, he was already a Levite. He could spring for the priciest bow and arrows on the market if he wanted to.

"Your short Basharr skirts won't keep you warm here." "I meant how tight they are," Violet said. "I'm cinched into this so well I can't tell where I end and the dress begins." "King Curzon said you look perfect," Olivia replied, as if that was the only standard she could fathom. Hestia held out a glistening bow made of oak. The warm yellow wood shamed the sun above them. Violet took it and hung her quiver from a stand nearby. She nocked an arrow and stretched the string back to her mouth, struggling against her dress to get full range of motion. But Violet was patient when a bow was in her grip—she took two deep breaths, waiting for the right moment.

I asked Caleb seemed a little taken a back by my question but managed himself. “That is the Crescent Bow Luna. It is passed down by the Alpha’s family and no one ever used it. It was given by the moon goddess herself to the ancestors of this pack. She entrusted us with the Crescent Bow…” I found myself walking closer to the bow and not listening to anything that Caleb had to say. It was beautiful. I never felt so starstrucked like this in my entire life of existence.

The black coloring of the wooden bow was mixed with a considerable amount of flakes of vaelusian ore to aid it in withstanding blows from swords, a trick he doubted even the seminary was capable of. "It's growing on me," he replied, taking his hand from it. "Yes. Priestess Emeril was also uncomfortable for a while when she was first made first bow in the convent. Grew on her easily, too." Sethlzaar looked at him, confused. "You knew Priestess Emeril when she was in the convent?"