Broken Arrows Book Novels & Stories

I raised my hand in signal for the squadron now aligned by the river and thug the bow behind Terejia. “Charge!” Stretching the bowstring, I aimed at the direction where the arrow came from and released it. But in a split of a second, an army of wolves emerged from the thick bushes and greens. I quickly paced backward while emitting constant bolts of arrows towards them. But the moment I was to pull again, a pair of familiar cerulean eyes screwed with mine under the same ash fur.

He chuckled, “The book I’m talking about is the book of knowledge from the creation of your pack.” All the males in the room stiffened. “Yes, we have it,” Arion growled staring at Nikko. “There is nothing in there about guardians.” “You may not be able to see it, but the true Luna can,” he explained. Arrow sighed before crossing the room to the huge safe, he put in the combination, and it scanned his eye. We all waited as it clicked, and Arrow was able to turn the lock. The heavy door creaked open. Arrow reached inside and carefully picked up a very old book. The book was normally kept in the room with all the ancient books but on ceremonial days it was kept in the alpha’s safe.

Blue sparks erupted from the broken metal. Too late. The damage had begun. Leonardo touched the scar across his chest. He looked confused. “Why do I have this?” The Raven slowly stood. His voice carried quiet despair. “The arrow has started consuming the Archive.” ⸻ Outside the cathedral… The mysterious archer calmly lowered the bow. A second cloaked figure emerged from the shadows. “You missed.” The archer smiled. “No.” “I hit exactly what I aimed for.” ⸻ “What now?” The second figure asked.

Arrows tipped with jagged obsidian sit in a quiver. Elowen tests the bow’s weight, grinning. “This’ll punch through armor.” Cian nods. “The arrows are dipped in wolfsbane. For disorientation.” ——— We don’t make it a mile before they strike. Six soldiers burst from the trees, blades raised. Rolan meets them first, Nightfang humming as it cleaves through a sword—and the arm holding it. Elowen’s arrow takes another in the throat, the wolfsbane smoking as he chokes.

I looked back at the path she’d sprinted off down and prayed to the moon she ran fast enough. I took one step forward, meaning to turn and head back to the camp so we could regroup, when I felt it. A burning, searing pain exploded in my back. My body stopped moving, unwilling to respond to the command to turn around. I could feel something lodged in me. There was an arrow there. I reached back, my fingers brushing against the scabbard of the wooden shaft. It was buried too deep to pull out. I ground my teeth in pain. A battle cry sounded from behind me and I jerked my head around just in time to see a pack of shadows exploding through the trees at full sprint—more of Donovan’s men with sword

My thumb brushed over the small trigger button activating their electrifying modifications. As they gait, I poise. Ready to release my grip. I pulled the bow taught waiting for the perfect shot. Just as they move, I release the two arrows. They whizz through the air, a hushed whistling sound coming from them as seek out their targets. The arrows split as intended and hit their targets. Two of the beasts screech out as the arrows meet their flesh and light up upon contact, shocking the beasts and causing them to fall to the ground. The other two scatter in the direction of the first.

Martin and Maverick have taken care of Fred's leg and are fashioning a stretcher. “We’re back,” I announce us. Maverick looks up, a smile crosses his face when his eyes rest on my bandaged arm he frowns. “Liberty, what happened to your arm?” “We were ambushed by archers who are hiding in the trees. They shoot wolfsbane dipped silver tipped arrows. On our way back here they aimed for us again but missed. Something is very wrong.” Everyone looks at us with horror on their faces. After the pit we have to get past the archers with their silver tipped wolfsbane arrows.

I eyed the horrible burns around where the arrow was stuck. The doctor turned towards me. I snapped my gaze in his direction, my heartbeat speeding. He raised his hands for me to look at. I scanned the burns on his hands, the fresh reddish spots. “ The arrow was possibly dipped in wolfsbane. ” He let out. “ What’s that? ” I frowned.

He let go of the bowstring and let his arrows fly. WHOOSH. His arrows flew straight for the buff eagle. The buff eagle dodged his arrow and smirked, and as he changed his body direction another arrow came at him. “WHAT!” he exclaimed. He didn’t realize that Prince Brayden held two arrows in both his right hand. He mirages the both of them into one. The arrow was coming too fast. The buff eagle couldn’t dodge. He was pierce straight through the heart. He died at the foot of Prince Brayden’s feet.

He bumps into a shelf and a couple of books drop from the rack. “Thanks for giving me another work to do.” Archie groans as he squats to pack up the book, but Kayla slightly pushes him off, she squats and picks up a book with a black shroud. “Guess what I found?” Kayla smirks, standing up from the floor and grinning wildly. “What?” He pouts, standing up with a frown. “Emblem of gold in another version.” she smiled in perpetrating her duty. Archie smiles in disbelief. “Really? Let me see.” he steps forward but Kayla slaps his hand off.