Broken Bow Novels & Stories

He groaned loudly. "Beau, get up. You need to take your pain medication. It's almost ten in the morning." Robyn told him. He got up and took the medication. They went down to have breakfast right after that. "Is it still hurting a lot?" "No. Better now. I don't need the arm sling anymore." "Cool. We're going to the beach for a little while. You coming?" Drew asked. "Sure, let's go. I will see you in a while babe?"

Besides, almost everyone carried poultices or treasures with them. Zephyr frowned at the stench of blood in the air. He quickly ran over to the archer’s corpse, picking up his scoreboard. “He already has two thousand points? He must’ve killed many people with this method!” Zephyr sighed. ‘His bow and arrow doesn’t seem to be of common make either!’ Zephyr thought to himself as he looked at the bow. The bow had intricate carvings of rune on its body. Observing it, light shimmered from it. ‘A fine bow!’ he thought, as he reached for it. However a voice soon came after, interrupting him. “Hold it boy!” A boom followed this voice which rippled through the surrounding area.

"I will be more careful, Father. But I don't understand what happened. I have never had a bow break like that before." "I know what happened," Eira spoke for the first time since the princess's arrival. "You were sabotaged..." The soldier held up the pieces broken bow to be examined. "Look here." Placing the pieces on the raised table, Eira pinched the two broken ends of the bowstring. "It is only a little frayed. The rest was cut. Someone wanted it to fail." "Who would do such a thing?" the healer could not help but ask. As far as she knew, everyone had a deep fondness for the Warrior Princess.

William pats John in the back and asks him to take pride in their work. Before the two leave for their ceremony, they return to the room where the Princess used to teach them. In here, John grabbed his wedding gift for Ingrid. A machination of engineering and the wonder of alchemy birthed a new weapon. John manages to shrink the bow and turn it into a powerful weapon that can pierce many enemies behind their thick armor or hide. John called this the crossbow.

Her eyes meet mine and says, "Jessie, before I met you, I was broken. I was a pile of broken pieces, a mess left behind when I lost my late wife nearly three years ago. "This last year I've felt those broken pieces meld together only to shatter again a couple days ago. They shattered when you and our daughters left me for an old wedding tradition. I've never felt so lost during those hours than I did growing up. "I stand before you now and vow to love you till my last breath. I know I've come close a few months ago and I'm sorry. I vow to be your strength as the days unfold, your shelter, your home. I vow to cherish every moment I can grasp," she chokes with a smile, reaching up to wipe my t

I couldn't force him to stop calling me young miss but I can slowly condition him into calling me by my first name. "As I was saying, this bow is made of the finest metal. The string is also made with metal, forged and stretched thin, woven together to form a tight bow. Give it a try." He offered. I took another arrow from the floor and aimed it next to the arrow that I just shot. With a swift motion, I was able to shoot the arrow easily without much strain. The arrow struck the wall and was almost buried the whole way in. I was astonished. I've never seen a bow this beautiful and strong before.

He apologized to Veron. "Ninth Lady, I'm so sorry for dragging you into suffering with me." Veron let out a light chuckle and replied, "What are you going on about? We're both alive, aren't we? There's nothing to apologize for." Bowen scratched his head at her response, holding back a laugh. A thought came to him, and he took the Sunset Bow off his back. "How is this bow supposed to be used?" Bowen had tried channeling his internal energy into the Sunset Bow when they had run into wild beasts earlier, but it had not reacted at all.

Robert gulped down what was his ninth shot of tequila, his face crumpled tight as he downed another one almost immediately. He let out a huff at the effect the alcohol was beginning to have on him and yet again, poured himself another shot. This seemed like the only remedy for all the different emotions he was feeling at the moment.

Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain. “What’s wrong?” Panic evident in Chris’s voice. “It’s breaking” Is all that I say barely over a whisper. I don’t know how I knew but that pain was the bond beginning to break. Everything just goes black.

I said, giving her back the bow. She took the bow and closed her eyes, took a deep breath, positioned wrong again, aimed more to the left and shot the arrow, missing the target again; she needed to stand right. She growled in anger as she handed the bow back to me. Looking at her frustrated face as she realised that she had lost the bet, I took the bow and missed the shot on purpose. I handed her the bow saying: “Last shot” she took the bow with a renewed hope on her face and smile.