Broken Arrows Book Novels & Stories

You just had to follow the direction of the individual arrows. “Administration office or visitor center?” I wanted to know. "We should report to the chief smoker." So administration office. The arrow pointed to a two-story building on the left that looked just as inviting as a high-security wing. Large shop windows that gave a view of the interior, but were secured by steel bars so that nothing could penetrate there uninvited. A sight that you saw everywhere on the streets these days. The times were very uncertain and Venators also wanted to feel safe in their retreat. "Well then we should go and introduce ourselves."

"I wonder what this book is." He says while giving another glance at its cover. He jerks up from where he squatted, picks up the book and scroll while holding tightly the key, and turned to leave. He began limping again, preventing his aching ankle from pressing hard against the leaves that coated the black earth. His steps ordered by the course of pain, suddenly gets blocked by an arrow that pierces into the ground in front of him, undeniably blocking his path. Akillim takes a deep gulp, trying to make his shaking less obvious: braiding composure. He gave a dead stare at the direction the arrow came, carefully looking between the trees, and shrubs that stood about his height. He saw nothin

“You’re right. Mila, pull yourself together. We go.” A sudden sound fluttered down the corridor. Like wind. Or wings. I froze, listening. “Did you hear that?” I murmured. “Something’s approaching,” Mila confirmed. I turned sharply toward the tunnel’s end—and caught a flicker of metal. “Arrows!” I shouted. Time dragged. I could see them, hundreds of dark-tipped arrows, all whistling through the air, infused with black magic. “Move!” I yelled. We sprinted, the world narrowing into shadow and panic. I felt one arrow slice across my shoulder, pain flaring hot and sharp, but I didn’t stop.

Once I reached the top, I nocked an arrow, my eyes narrowing as I took aim at the necromancer's advancing forces. With a deep breath, I let the arrow fly, watching as it streaked through the air and found its mark, piercing the skull of one of the undead minions. The creature let out a haunting, guttural wail, and I felt a surge of grim satisfaction. Quickly, I nocked another arrow, my movements swift and precise as I continued to rain down a hail of projectiles on the necromancer's forces. Each shot found its mark, and I could see the tide of the battle beginning to turn in our favor.

Every swing of his sword carried the weight of his determination to protect his realm. Arinna's arrows flew with fierce determination, but they seemed to meet an invisible barrier before reaching their intended targets. She narrowed her eyes, her mind racing to find a way to pierce through the enemy's defenses. With unwavering focus, she adjusted her aim and unleashed a volley of arrows that managed to break through, striking true.

I leaned into my horse and, just on cue, stray arrows kept flying blindly in the air in every direction. "Take cover!" I heard Brielle's voice beside me scream. Loud growls rang in the air as warriors began to shift into their wolves. I jumped down from my horse, grabbing onto the short length of the sword that was on my horse as I managed to abscond the arrows heading my way. The arrows kept flying around, hitting a few of the warriors, who let out a growl in pain. "The arrows are poisonous, laced with wolfsbane!" A warrior shouted, warning us all, 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.

The attacker said. "Who are you? And what's your plan?" Deborah asked. "I am werewolves hunter and I am here to take you down before you ruin this country with your stupid policy. The vampires have done enough, ``he said. "And what makes you think? You can defeat us.. you can't even defeat her talkless of me" I replied. "Well with this weapon with me, you will dissolve into the air once it touches you" He replied, showing us the arrows. This must be the Arrows of the beast. It is dangerous.

If there were any missing from the Native American tribes that had once roamed the area, they either didn't blame the Archway, or they celebrated them. However, this was enough to go on. I looked deep into the disappearances and found so many amazing similarities that I was able to recreate the circumstances. I knew deep in my soul that this had to work. I had everything perfect, everything exactly right, everything, down to the number of grasshoppers there were in the woods that year. Everything was precisely the same. As I walked up to The Archway the wind picked up slightly. I was smart enough to see that this was a sign that I was on the right path. Yet, the twisting in my gut told me th

I retorted and began to walk ahead. I saw how the moon luminously shines above as it tries to lighten up my way, after a minute of walking on the moisten ground, I reached my destination and I witness how the springs of water overflow out of the river rocks. The excitement within me arises yet when I was about to walk near, my eyes widened in horror upon beholding a fire. The flames run through the branches and it turns everything into ashes. Torches were falling from the same direction and I hasten to grab my bow, and although my arm still aches, I bravely shot the location with my arrows.

Okay, they didn't want it any other way. He jerked around on a branch and looked for a stable stand. The loud trampling of people through the undergrowth came closer and closer. Suddenly, extremely calmly, he let a bow rise from his hands and pulled the string through. Immediately an arrow appeared, which the first man got straight into the thigh. It flew right through it, leaving a tunnel of scorched flesh. The contours of the arrow melted while it was still in flight after it had crossed the human body and a swirling shred of mist returned to Azrael and united with the bow, almost seeking protection. Light waves ran along the surface, giving it a lively look.