Broken Bow Novels & Stories

He helplessly closed his eyes pulling Denzel to his chest. ************ Win opened his eyes with a groan. His head was hammering. He tried to straighten up his hands and feet but couldn’t do it. He shut his eyes tightly before opening them again adjusting to the light. And then it all strike in his mind. It was like a reel rewinding.

The confident smile on Arthur Vane's face locked up instantly. Logan reached up, forcefully removing Arthur's hand from his shoulder and tossing it aside. "First of all, you lack the absolute right to utter the words 'no life-threatening complications' in my presence. My niece has a violent slur carved directly into her forehead, requiring seventeen surgical stitches. Her left arm is shattered in two separate places, her right arm is broken, and her right leg is fractured. She has been out of the ICU for less than ten hours. And you have the sheer audacity to stand there and tell me it isn't serious?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to grab that hard, I don't know what just happened, I didn't think, my body just moved before I could stop it." "I'm fine." He was already rolling his wrist experimentally, testing the joint with a wince that told a different story than his words, though nothing in his expression carried blame, only a startled, careful curiosity. "Nothing broken. But that's not the grip of someone who's spent eight months training with a bow and a blade, Wren. That's something else entirely."

The line halted. Ahead, under a collapsed loading lip of stone, a canvas-covered cart sat with one wheel chained to an iron stake. Two men in work leathers were arguing in low voices. A third sat higher on the ridge with a bow that was not for hunting rabbits. Rook Marris’s road. Real. --- Liana I saw the bowman shift and moved before Kael’s order left his mouth. Not shift-full. Not dual. A burst of speed my bloodline now gave in ugly fragments, enough to drag the nearest scout sideways as an arrow cracked stone where his throat had been. Pain ripped through my injured arm. I bit it down and kept my blade up.

“I assumed you would want to.” “Then why didn't you ask me?” “Because I knew you'd say yes.” “That isn't the point.” “No, I imagine the point is that you would like the opportunity to remind several wealthy men that you're perfectly capable of speaking for yourself.” “Good. At least one of us understands.” She turned towards the mirror near the entrance and fastened the bracelet around her wrist. The clasp refused to cooperate, and after her third attempt, she let out a quiet breath of frustration.

But nothing about this confrontation fell within normal parameters. His left arm hung limp at his side, the result of some past injury that hadn't healed properly—or perhaps had been left broken deliberately, another of Michael's tests to forge strength through suffering. Despite the obvious disability, Twin B's stance radiated lethal capability, the coiled readiness of a predator who had learned to kill with whatever tools remained available.

I tell him as I start to feel a little woozy. “Are you okay?” Deacon asks, gripping my shoulder to steady me. “My arm got torn up by a wolf and I'm pretty sure I've broken both arms,” I groan as the adrenaline wears off and the pain becomes increasingly more intense. “Okay, I got you,” Deacon says, lifting me into his arms and if I didn't feel like my arms were about to fall off and my head wasn't spinning from the pain I’d make a joke about understanding Josie’s obsession with his big strong arms now that I'm in them.

Anna shouted at John aggressively. “ Give me my book back, john”. He raised an eyebrow in shock. “ Oh? The little beggar is making demands? With an aggressive grin, he flipped the book open and without hesitation tore a page. The sound of the torn piece of paper sent a sharp pain through Anna's chest.

“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.” The way he regarded my mate’s kind made me feel uneasy for some unbeknownst reason, he didn’t talk like they were human. I couldn’t blame him either, they almost killed me too. He stepped behind me and I gulped hard ,as he placed both hands on mine which held the bow. Then he pushed his legs backwards, a hand came on my thigh, he adjusted my stride and showed me how to use the drawstring. The elastic on the bow was strong like metal, it took a great deal of strength for me to wiel

I’m so sorry I put you through that, I didn’t mean to—’ ‘It’s fine, Amelia! I’m fine!’ She held my shoulders, ‘The fact that you stood up for me when you just met me, really means a lot,’ she hugged me. As she pulled back from the hug, I glanced down at the bow, amazed that I was able to adjust so easily to one I was not used to. It’s not only weighted uniquely but it’s also designed and shaped differently, unlike any bow I’ve ever used before. ‘What the hell is all the commotion?’ A new male voice emerged from the other end of the party, ‘I disappeared for twenty minutes to grab more drinks and snacks, and it sounds like I’ve missed out on all the excitement!’