Broken Arrows Book Novels & Stories

Crouching, Amber squeezed her nostrils together, slowing down the oozing blood that stained the icy Terrance, "Wow Al, thank you for the tip," she hissed, "You could have told me so I could dress for the weather," "I did tell you we are traveling to the Northern pack... I thought you knew," Al bend his finger backward, cursing under his breath as he set the bones back in place, we all were injured entering this place, maybe it was some kind of warning that we should stay out, "Why is it, vampires and werewolves plaguing the human world... But each has a world of their own?" I questioned,

We huddle together, watching as the shadows stir. An arrow lands in the snow, inches in front of me. "Take cover!" I shout. Davis and Heather dive for cover behind a nearby car, while I duck behind a trash can. I peek around the edge, trying to see who shot the arrow. It's hard to make out in the dim light, but I can see movement coming from behind a nearby building. "Who is it? Is it them?" Heather whispers, her voice barely audible. I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. "Stay here. We'll see what's going on."

The pitch black color muddled with purple glossy shimmer was singing the wails of its precision and power. A harmonious blend of two highly sought-after materials from two distinct advanced civilizations, these arrows are a true representation of what can be achieved when worlds collide. A hybrid unparalleled strength and flexibility. "Gosh!! They look gorgeous…," Creed muttered with awe while examining the arrows. "And they're quite sturdy too!" "Awesome. So, 245 arrows… hmm. If I can use one arrow three times, then it should last me 2-3 hunts," he calculated. His digital watch suddenly rang, breaking his concentration. It was Rolin, confirming the delivery. Creed answered immediately.

“Yet here we are getting ready to scout out a place I’m breaking into for the Kingdom.” “Touché.” She laughs breaking her stance. “Think I can have one of these?” She holds up the mini crossbow twisting it in her wrist. “Knock yourself out,” I say, giving her permission to keep it. “There are more arrows in the second drawer down.” “Sweet!” Her eyes light up as she looks over the selection of arrows lined up. There are plain steel ones, silver ones, gold-plated ones, and my personal favorite the ones that held poison in the tips.

I grabbed my bow and- "Aww!" I dropped the bow and saw my hand burned hand. The silver burned my hand. The whole bow was laced with silver? I didn't realize this before, it was black so I thought only the two ends of it had silver laced. I went to my drawer and got my gloves, I hope this would work, this should. I held my bow again and gladly It didn't burn my hand. Thank goodness! I grabbed my arrows two and ran to where he was headed. I seemed slower, or I was used to running at werewolf speed so it seemed slow.

The kind that made wolves tuck their tails and men swallow their pride. On the table before him lay a bow and a single arrow, its shaft gleaming silver. Roger’s fingers traced the curve of the bow, each callus brushing against the wood as though reacquainting himself with an old lover. The arrow’s point gleamed, wicked and sharp, as he lifted it, weighing its balance, feeling the potential for death in its edge.

Arrows littered the sky as they fell to their targets. Me and Arizer ran into the fight, I let loose so many arrows hitting beast after beast. While Arizer was using his at my side. I ran out of arrows as I charged in. I pulled my sword from its sheath and was about to charge at a beast when I saw one cornering a small child who was petrified and crying while holding onto her little doll.

I leaned onto my thigh and just on cue, stray arrows kept flying blindly in the air in every direction. “Hide Kayla!” I heard Dami’s voice beside me scream. A loud furious growl ran in the air as I jumped from the chair and absconded the arrow heading my way. The arrows kept flying around, hitting the doors and shattering the window glass. “The arrows are poisonous, they are laced with wolfbane!” Dami shouted, warning me and an arrow grazed through my right arm. It wasn't too deep, but my skin burned with pain from the effect of the poison.

She was seconds from disappearing into the forest… Almost. Almost… When… THUNK!! The sound punched through the world. Through her bones. Through her soul. The third arrow buried itself deep in her back, vicious and merciless. Cursed blood ignited instantly… burning, spreading, scorching through her veins. Anana’s breath hitched in a strangled, broken gasp. Her entire chest tightened. Her vision snapped into shards of white and black. It felt as though hands of fire clawed through her back, dragging their burning fingers across her nerves.

Behind them, occupying the Nazgul's head, are their army of skeletons. "Faster," I yelled at the soul bird, and the creatures also increased their pace. My ear caught a whooshing sound, and I quickly directed the bird to swash aside while an arrow narrowly missed it. Zooming closer to the arrow, it was unlike anything I'd ever seen. It was glowing red, had a sharp end, and its tail was blazing with fire. It was even longer than a normal arrow. Instantly, I knew the arrow was forged by dark magic. Without being told, I knew it would not only kill our birds but also cause damage to my skills if I mistakenly got hit by one.