Broken Arrows Book Novels & Stories

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

Miguel, on the other hand, looked for it on the Internet, in various online stores and auctions. Unfortunately, it turned out that this book had only a few copies and was therefore extremely difficult to find. Most shops either did not know about its existence or never had this book in their collections and only heard legends about it. It could mean two things - either this book simply did not exist, or it was so dangerous that only the initiated had it in their book collections. Maria rejected the first option because she trusted her dreams and gut feelings now even more than before. Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get

Moving painfully slow in an attempt to avoid making noise, Zephyra removed three arrows from her leather quiver. She notched one of the arrows and held the other two in her draw hand. With a steadying breath, Zephyra pulled back the string. She could do this. No sweat. Just as long as it wasn’t the feral kind of loner she was good. Those insane bastards were damn near unstoppable. Having given in to their unnatural instincts, feral loners, if the stories were true, killed and devoured—or worse—everything that had the misfortune of crossing their path.

These were bullet points that I wrote down for a test at the beginning of my training. Maybe I should give it to Eve so that she could get a decent essay. When I thought of the text, because she had shown me in the last lesson, I could only shake my head again. Sometimes I really wondered what was going on in my best friend's head. À la espionage. I would never get over that. I put my sticky note back on the page and flipped through the book to the index of tribal groups and subspecies. I flipped through the chapter page by page. Looked at the dates, the pictures and drawings until I got stuck with the picture of him .

I motioned for them to slow down and point to the Vampires ahead. I love archery and could really use a bow and arrow right now, truthfully it is not the time yet for archery anyway, as we do not have a full view of who or what is ahead of us. I could aim at the vampire I saw and shoot him right between the eyes, only for a dozen vampires out of my line of sight to come and attack us. No, we had to take this slow and steady until we could safely get the children out of the vamps' clutches. We need to have vamps follow us into the castle, which is where more troops are, and the dungeons are preparing for their arrival.

She sagged against the board, sobbing so violently she could barely hold herself upright. The fifth struck between her knees. By then, the snow beneath her was already wet. Not with melt. With fear. Kael lowered the bow at last. Liora let out a broken gasp, thinking it was over. Then he pulled the final arrow from the quiver. This one was barbed. Her eyes fixed on it, and something in her face went blank. “Kael… no… please…” He drew the string back, slow and merciless. Then he let it fly.

I ordered. " NOW IS SOOOOOOOO, NOT time for THAT!!" Troublemaker yelled. She pulls back the bow and 6 arrows made out of light appear. She aims it at me and starts firing. " Holy Shi***! Incoming!!" I grab the nearest bench and aim it at Troublemaker, I launch it at him by kicking it which pushes me towards her arrows. I immediately deflected them before looking down and checking if Troublemaker was alright. The bench shields him from the arrows and he's safe against the floor. The fake sheeps scurry under the bench to avoid being hit by the arrows. She kept firing at me like there was no tomorrow and I kept deflecting. I then grabbed another bench and launched it at her, which sent me towar

The forest's once serene ambiance had transformed into a malevolent theater of despair, a place where hope faltered and the darkness of fate closed in. Each student, their faces etched with determination and righteous fury, took aim with unwavering focus. Their bows quivered in their grasp, mere extensions of their unwavering resolve. The cold steel tips of their arrows glistened ominously, an unmistakable reflection of their unwavering commitment to justice. No mercy would be granted to these perpetrators of malevolence.

He nocked another arrow on the bow, drew its string, and aimed at Wilbur once more. Then, he released the arrow. Just when the arrow was fired, the dragon's tail smashed his body. As the arrow flew toward Wilbur, he dodged to the side and grabbed the arrow. He instantly frowned because he could clearly sense the faint power of an evil god imbued in the arrow.

another asked. “Anything that doesn’t belong here,” I said firmly. They searched in silence, moving through the leaves like ghosts. The forest was calm, but something in the air felt wrong. Just when I was starting to give up, one of them came forward. “I found something,” he said, holding something out. It was an arrow. I took it in my hand, turning it slowly. It looked ordinary at first… but there was something off. It had a strange black mark on the tip, like dried tar.