Broken Bow Novels & Stories

“We will see about that,” Xander echoed in a low deliberate voice. “You have a strong will but so do wild horses, but they are broken and trained.” *** Archer was struggling to lift his left hand for more than a minute. He needed it to hold his bow up. Frustrated he broke the wooden bow over his knee and tossed the pieces into the tree. “That is the fifth one in ten minutes,” Samson pointed out. “We might live in a forest, but I am afraid we will run out of trees before you can reel in your temper.”

"I forgot to give this to you, Mister Penn. That guy Victor left this weapon behind." Arsi raised the silver bow in his hand, and Wilbur was stunned when he saw it. "Isn't… Isn't that the Bloodism Bow? What is it doing here?" "Did you forget, Mister Penn? Victor's dead. Of course, his bow would be left behind here." Arsi gave Wilbur the Bloodism Bow and left after that. Wilbur made sure there was no one around and picked up the bow cautiously to spin it around in his hands. He then tossed it into his demiplane.

Seeing the scenario in front of me, I didn't know either to be happy that he was home or to be worried because he was drunk, because Adam never gets drunk on weekdays, especially this drunk that he can't even walk straight. I quickly rushed towards him, supporting him and frantically checking him as if I could find out what was wrong with him. Adam was mumbling something and stumbled. Then he looked at me and he was suddenly angry and pushed me aside so hard that I fell on the floor. I whimpered in pain as my arm hit the corner of the coffee table, and blood started to pour out of the cut. I looked up at Adam with tears in my eyes, hoping to see regret in his eyes, but I found anger instead.

Elodie was still nagging incessantly. I couldn’t bear this humiliation any longer, I didn’t want to stay here for another second. “Jessica, stop right there!” Lucas grabbed my wrist and pulled me back with such force that it felt like he might crush my bones. “Lucas, look, I need to treat my wound!” I winced in pain as the blisters on my arm had burst, revealing raw, red flesh that was horrifying to look at. Lucas glanced at my arm and eventually let go of my wrist.

, Gabe yells. “Just wait a fucking minute. She’s drunk, she doesn’t know what she’s doing. Mi Amor, detente por favor, él no vale la pena. Suelta el cuchillo”, (My Love, stop please, he’s not worth it. Let the knife go.) he says to her as she continues to squirm erratically and manages to get one of her arms loose from under his knees. “Shit, shit, shit! Bo, grab my gun, she’s tryna reach up from in between my legs”, he yells and another guy comes in from the hall, lifts the back of his shirt, and pulls a gun out from his waist. Gabe raises a brow at me just as confused. I dunno why Loyalty’s security team is walking around so casually with guns like that either!

It's shattering sound play clearing up my hearing. I whimper more. He again fracture my arm. This is the untempt time today and my elbow is my unlucky broken region. It's current broken and pulled off its normal position. Such wierd sight it is. It can force I puke my lungs. Pains from my broken elbow weakens my arm. It weakens and loosens my once tight grip around his heavily pumping heart. Brother Rowan feels my loosen grip and wisely pull it to his advantage abd freedom.

Going there is only a facade to cover the urge to see her and meet her. She is a true beauty inside and out. Her angelic features can allure anyone and my demons are attracted to her. She calms them without even trying. An ear piercing scream left his throat as I twisted his hand in an awkward position. "boss please leave me please I'm your loyal man please." He said but I did not leave him No one messes with my Angel and gets away easily. I left his hand when the Crack noise was audible. When I'm sure that I have broken his arm I leave it.

The arrow sunk into the hay with a satisfying thump and I repeated the motion again. After three more shots I took a few steps back and adjusted my stance. I turned my bow to the side, crouched down low, aimed as I walked in an angle, each time resulting in a perfect shot. As I picked up the last one in the basket, I pulled the bowstring back with full force feeling like it might crack if I strained it any tighter. When I released it, a sharp whistling noise echoed behind it. This time, instead of a soft thud there was a slicing crack as my arrow penetrated one of Adrian's first shots and split the arrow down the middle until it sunk into the hay. Any ferocity I was holding on to completely

I paused before enunciating, "As for you, under the ancient law of an eye for an eye, you will endure the same suffering I once endured." I raised my hand slightly. Liam stepped forward, carrying a bowl of wolfsbane decoction. Chloe's face went pale instantly, her body shaking violently with terror. I looked down at her, expression unreadable, and gestured. "Feed it to her." Liam forced her jaw open and poured the bitter wolfsbane into her throat. Chloe let out a shattered wail, hands clutching her neck as if she could tear apart the burning passage. Watching her suffer, I said calmly, "Send her back to the Bloodfang pack."

Time didn't just slow down; it seemed to shatter into jagged, razor-sharp shards. The arrow meant for me struck Nash in the shoulder with a wet, sickening thud that vibrated through the air. The impact was tremendous, driven by the high-tension string of a military-grade compound bow. It drove Nash backward, his boots skidding violently in the mud, and he crashed to his knees with a grunt that sounded more like a beast’s roar than a human cry.