Broken Bow Novels & Stories

It seemed like another life. I contorted my face in disgust. Which made him change his mind and lower his hand. He was still smart. “Okay, I see how well you take care of yourself," he replied harshly. That hurt. But I wasn't going to let him break up with me, not again.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

It splashes our attire, our bodies, and the lower part of the well to where it seems like we won't ever be dry from now on. My hand twists around a bolt, silver and with a point so sharp that it could part a hair. The going with bow begins to emerge close by, eased back by the chills reverberating in my body. It takes me a memorable second that my left arm is broken, so I wouldn't have the option to shoot the bolt at any rate. I keep thinking about whether I would try and have the strength, for notwithstanding my actual shortcomings, something in my heart continues to dissent at the utilization of such weapons. Something continues to let me know this isn't the response.

Sabotage. That was what someone had done to my bow. They had purposefully cut a tiny fracture into the wood so when I attempted to fire, the entire thing would snap. And it had, right at the crucial moment. Because of this, I had nearly been gored. Nicholas gently touched my calf, directing my leg how he needed it. With a slow but deliberate touch, he slid my boot off and inspected my swollen ankle. The moment felt too intimate, so I spoke to break the tension.

With a trembling hand, I steadied my bow, my fingers fumbling as I fought to maintain my grip amidst the chaos. As I turned to take aim, a sudden impact sent shockwaves rippling through my body, the force of the blow knocking me from my horse with a gut-wrenching thud. Agony lanced through my veins as I crumpled to the forest floor, every bone in my body screaming in protest at the violence of the impact. Despite the searing pain that threatened to consume me, I refused to yield, my resolve unbroken as I gritted my teeth against the agony. With trembling hands, I readied another arrow, my fingers tracing the familiar contours of the bow with practiced precision.

The restraints on my wrist caused my back to be slammed onto the the metal pole behind me. "Fuck." I muttered as I slowly got back up. I wasn't going to give up. I heard two more gun shots and I started to get anxiety. My hands starting shaking and I couldn't even hold on to the heavy shackles because of how rapidly my hands were shaking. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my breathing. "He's not going to die, I'm not going to let that happen." I convinced myself. I squeezed my eyes shut and let a tear fall.

"I've never seen something like this before... "Rolin pupils dilated as he stared at the digital chart hovering over his head, "Are you really sure that this arrow has only been used 8 or 9 times…" "Yes.." "What about your bow? Is that broken too?" "No.. my bow is fine!" "Unbelievable.." Rolin murmured in bewilderment, " I am seriously at a loss of words!" "Why is that so hard to believe?" Creed questioned,

“And it looks like you’re doing that, so…” “You leaving is what hurt me!” I seethe, anger sinking its claws deeper into me at his pathetic justification for his actions. “And I’m not damaged, Callum, I’m broken! You broke me!” My voice cracks, my chest heaving as I shake my head, fresh tears springing to my eyes. My gaze flutters down to the pavement, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You broke me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.” Callum’s throat clicks with a hard swallow, his shoes scuffing against the ground as he steps closer. “Ness…”

Because once another shameless homewrecker comes along, you’ll end up exactly where I was, except this time, you’ll have nothing. "Eva Burns!" She shrieked my name and lunged at me, hand raised to strike. But before she could land the blow, I caught her wrist. The parking lot lights were dim, and the security cameras had been broken since yesterday. No one came to fix them yet. I twisted her arm aside and slapped her hard before driving my foot into her stomach. She crumpled to the ground, gasping, writhing in pain. I looked down at her, the same way she had once looked down at me.

I had almost gotten into the inner chamber where the God of breaker bow was. I remembered when the bow rested across my palms. Its body was forged from dark silverwood.When I tilted it toward the light, veins of gold shimmered across its frame. The string was not a string at all. It looked like liquid moonlight.I remember drawing a slow breath before pulling the string and light gathered.No—not light. Essence. The air bent, threads of energy twisting into form, spinning faster until an arrow appeared.