Broken Arrows Book Novels & Stories

She raised her hand, ready to give the command. And then arrows rained down from the ridge above. Not our arrows. Not the First Blood archers who'd been providing covering fire. These were different—longer, heavier, tipped with some kind of glowing substance that left trails of light in their wake. They slammed into the feral wolves with devastating accuracy. Three of the beasts went down immediately, the arrows punching through their thick hides like they were made of paper. The others scattered, their formation breaking. "What—" Tiana spun around, searching for the source.

***TRIGGER WARNING*** This chapter contains a depiction of ‘blood magic’ which could be compared to self-harm or attempted suicide. Bronx’s POV Arrow pulls an arrow from his quiver and blows it after I tell him about Cason having rejected his fated mate. He rolls it with his fingers and it turns into crystal glass. I don’t know how he did it, but it’s the coolest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. “Is he going to shoot Cason with a glass arrow?” Saint watches quizzically.

Kane’s POV The moment Ava left, I felt it. The bond stretched thin, a faint ache sitting heavy in my chest, the kind that never let me forget she wasn’t here anymore. I forced myself to shove it aside. If I thought about it too long, I’d go mad. On the table in front of me lay three arrows. They were ordinary at first glance, but the black stains that coated the silver tips told a different story. Wolfsbane, burned into the grooves of the metal. Enough to paralyze an Alpha in seconds if it hit deep enough.

Let me help you, so we can go back to the cottage. Aurora looked at him. “Fine by me.” “Good.” Archer said. “I have a bow and arrow. Can you point me where I can find some larger animals? Deer, perhaps, or a wild hog?” “Are you any good at bow and arrows?” The prince chuckled. “It is what I am named for, after all.” The lady arched an eyebrow. “Theobald?”

The Great Hall erupted into chaos. "AMBUSH!" someone screamed, but I was already moving, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. I lunged for Callum as more arrows whistled through the air, their tips gleaming with something that made my wolf recoil in horror. Wolfsbane. They'd coated the arrows in wolfsbane.

I took a deep breath. “Be with us mother,” I whisper under my breath, pulling my hands down and the arrows flew with a whooshing sound so clear and crisp it was enough to stun the vampires and terrors bellow as they looked up, and just before they could even act the arrows began raining down on them. I heard the screeches and Echoes of pain and the sound of burning flesh as the vampires and terrors began to react, claws drawn fangs out moving fast but we were faster.

I nodded in acknowledgment. Rowan rolled his eyes, for a man so handsome he was for sure an asshole, “She goes into action tonight. I don’t care if she’s a clergy at a court. She needs to know the basic form of defense.” “Teach me then.” I said to him, “I’m ready.” He snorted and threw the bow at me, coming out of nowhere I fumbled catching it. He chuckled, wickedly, my frown grew even deeper. “It takes a little deal of arm strength to fire these arrows. They’re specially imported from South America, made from kronimum steel which can impale a werewolf. It wouldn’t kill one, but it can for sure hurt it.”

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

I only needed this to end. The first arrow flew without warning, its intent sharp and decisive, and I felt the displacement of air as clearly as I felt the beat of my own heart. I did not move. The arrow struck an invisible boundary inches from my face and fractured instantly, splintering into fragments that glowed briefly before falling harmlessly into the grass. A murmur rippled through the advancing ranks, subtle but unmistakable, uncertainty threading briefly through disciplined resolve.

It was the beginning of spring. The sun shone brightly and the sky was so clear that it felt like magic. Birds chirped as they flew through the sky, with a melody so sweet it was hypnotizing. After stepping out of the luxurious black car, James slowly walked up the path to Mina's house, carrying his small panda bag on his shoulders and looking down at the vibrant wildflowers that had burst into bloom along the path. The little puppy had already scurried to Mina's door, feeling a sense of comfort and relief at the prospect of returning home.