Broken Arrows Book Novels & Stories

I took one, my hands trembling. Since the incident, I hadn't touched a crossbow. Dimitri's words echoed: "You're traumatized." The arrows looked identical to the one that killed Layla. My heart raced. I dropped the crossbow, taking an arrow and dashing to my room. My mind reeled. Please, Goddess, let it be my imagination. Locking my door, I retrieved the arrow from the cupboard. Side by side, the arrows lay. The carvings matched. An "R" shape, symbolizing Redwood Pack.

I walked in fully as I strolled subconsciously towards the bows and arrows section. My hands carressed it slowly as I picked it up. Sincerely, I didn't know how to handle it so I just picked it up and set it the way I felt. I let out a short chuckle when I noticed that the sharp edge of the arrow was pointing towards me and I was holding it upside down, such that when I released it, it's target was my chest. "You want to get yourself killed?" A husky voice sounded softly in my ears, sending cold shivers running down my spine. Before I could turn around to look at me, I felt his cold hands on my skin, igniting deep emotions and intricating intense bonds.

“It’s a big thing because the Eon prom will come into your life just once and will be a part of your memories and history for a long time. Zephyr and Prince Reese’s date are going down in the history of our pack. So, it’s a big thing, princess. I hope you enjoy it to the fullest because such days don’t come again and again, especially in a student’s life.” Archer said, taking the book from my hand. “Did you doodle something in that?” I asked, pointing at the book. “What?” “I saw some red glowing letters in that book. Don’t tell me you have some expensive glowing ink pen collection as well,” I said. Arched tensed his brows and peered at me as if I was some ghost. I snapped my fingers in front

With trembling hands, I readied another arrow, my fingers tracing the familiar contours of the bow with practiced precision. Through a haze of pain and determination, I drew back the bowstring, my muscles straining against the weight of the weapon as I took aim at the approaching horde of Algoths. Each heartbeat thundered in my ears, a relentless cadence that drove me forward even as my body screamed in protest. With a fierce cry of defiance, I unleashed the arrow, the missile soaring through the air with deadly accuracy as it found its mark amidst the swirling mass of creatures.

The reddish bark of the longbow began to glow brightly, three circles appeared in front of the longbow, and another three covered the Chief's forearm. "Let's try first the normal one." The smith and a couple of curious warriors had all of their attention on the arrow. The Chief aimed towards a zombie six-armed ape and shot. After going through the circles, the air suddenly accelerated and caught fire. The cry of a dragon resounded on the battlefield when the arrow whistled through the air, but nobody cared. Those arrows were standard to the archers, and one more did not make much of a difference. It left a burnt hole on the ape's chest and ignited the blood tree behind it. The ape didn't car

He pulled another arrow and started pulling on the string. Just then, a loud crack echoed throughout the room. Blood gushed from the archer's waist as an axe lodged itself on his side, piercing through his armor. The axe pulled away, and the archer turned to take a look and saw Ashvell standing by the entrance, holding on his double-bladed axe as if he was chopping down a tree. He took another swing towards the archer, which he blocked with his bow. The bow broke in half, and the archer managed to dodge away. Ashvell took another swing, and another, unfortunately he already lost the element of surprise. His enemy was too quick and agile for his big weapon and wide attacks.

I felt mesmerized by the beauty of it, and an unearthly sense of belonging crept in my heart, never wanting to let the book disappear from my hands. I then exhaled deeply tracing the outer line of the book when I felt a sharp sting at my fingertip. A small pointed arrow stood outright the margin, like just waiting for someone to get stung by it. I was positive that the millimetric sharp piece of metal was not there when I uncovered it. The tiniest droplet of blood smeared the book cover and with an audible click, it opened in all its might to an…empty page?! ‘That was not what I expected…’

Her heart warmed with his seriousness to respect her Blood Wolves clan, and she doesn’t know just how grateful she is for the moon goddess to give her such an awesome mate. All of those misfortunes and grief suddenly felt so far away because of Asha, Soran and the existence of General Markus. It is as if she has never experienced that night, but she knows that ending the hatred with King Regor and the Royal Ark clan would lighten those dreadful memories a lot. Asha watched the interaction between the two and smiled as she took out another treasure from the box. A bow and three arrows, with the bow being silver white and the three arrows are made up of the same black ore like the Auros sword.

BOOK ONE OF THE MAGES SERIES: MANAGING MAGES ******* Art credit courtesy of: eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This novel contains raw animal aggression, force by magic, sexual acts and other elements that some may find disturbing. Please read with caution ******* TEASER The next morning was archery practice. I hate archery. I'm no good at it. "Everybody line up!" Hawk roared. Pacing the grass in-front of the mansion.

BRANDON We had been traveling for days, but we had yet to get the results we were looking for. After thoroughly searching the North, we finally stumbled upon a scene of dead werewolves with arrows embedded in their bodies. I instantly recognized them as Zara's because each pack had a different head color and a different way its arrows were designed. Now I knew we were headed in the right direction.