Brother Blood Arrow Novels & Stories

Or should I say Orion was ready to use his back as a shield for the second time? I don’t get a chance to utter a word, even though I don’t know what to say. Another round of arrows were fired, whistling through the air like a flash of lightning. My brother’s body slightly jerks forward from the impact of a few making contact with his back. The others missed, their shots flying aimlessly into the dark woods behind. A growl mixed with a wincing sound escapes me. The side of my arm burned with a searing pain as one of the arrows managed to kiss the skin of my arm. A trail of blood rolled down and Orion’s eyes followed the movement.

It helped curb it but it led to the development of the black market. Hidden from authorities, sacred hope to the civilization. Relief brewed when the chances of the humans with Townsend abilities could not procreate children with such gifts. The traces in their blood was too small to be transferred via genes. Though, there was the possibility that there were outliers. None was ever out rightly discovered. Now I could not tell if Caraven was a distant relative or an outlier. The thought of Caraven and how he almost killed me because of a vampire blade flickered at the back of my mind.

He had a grin on his face, and his hands still tugged at the stretched bow from which the arrow that had hit my brother was shot. My body heated up and rage flooded through my body. I couldn't think clearly anymore and all I could hear was the screams of my people and the smell of blood that hung in the air. My blood boiled, and my hand slipped off the knob. “You monster!” I screamed and raised the blade, running towards him.

Firing arrows towards our direction and I got hit on the shoulder. I groaned in pain before seeing that my brother got hit on his back but still managed to run. We're doomed if we get caught. "Catch the Princes!" Ah, this is trouble. "Woah!" I shouted as I dodged an arrow. I looked around as I caught my breath as I'm starting to feel weak from lack of nourishment. I'm starting to feel like a vampire who hasn't drunk blood for a few days, my goodness.

Arlo hates the sight of his brother’s arrogant presence. His superior demeanor. His calm affect. Everything that makes him who he is. His brother acts as if he is better than everyone. As if he is better than him, just because he is born with the so called pure blood. But he is not. Because the same tainted blood of their father runs through both of them. Arlo keen eyes searches for a sign to tell show him how much his comment got under his brother’s skin, but he gets nothing for his effort.

With a sharp, searing pain, an arrow lodged itself in his throat. Gurgling on his own blood, the man stared at me in disbelief. He had observed my quiver's emptiness, so the sudden appearance of the arrow perplexed him—where had it come from? I yanked the arrow out of the man's throat and shook off the remaining blood. In the night's darkness, the arrow emitted a soft, ethereal blue glow—a manifestation known to the locals as the aura arrow.

A ruby flashed on his finger, and with preternatural speed, he leapt out of the way just in time for the arrow to just barely graze him. The blade, instead, slammed into my brother’s heart.

Not only that, every bow and arrow that Master Hugh has in his facility was designed or at least modified by the Darthar brothers. They seemed to be on good terms with each other. However, interestingly enough, even master Hugh didn't know that Rolin had a brother until Creed told him what exactly happened there. Regardless, now Creed had a fragile hope to latch on too. If the Darthar Brothers could successfully build a custom arrow as promised, he would be able to continue archery.

Lyra POV An arrow passed through my brother's throat as he was reciting the blood oath. For one impossible moment, time stopped. Callum stood at the altar, the ceremonial crown of silver and moonstone hovering inches above his head, his mouth filled and overflowing with blood. The blood bloomed across his white ceremonial robes like crimson flowers, and he crumpled to the ground. The Great Hall erupted into chaos.

So where were they hiding, or where did they come from? He looked at the blood that came out of her neck with great oppression, to hear a strong shock sound. He looked at his brother, who pushed his Mate to fall to the ground and immediately fainted. "I'm sorry, but I can't fight them while you are like this," he whispered to her, moving forward to his brother, who was keeping the arrow away from his Mate 's neck, then stood and turned to them. Arrows will not give a strong effect on him, these toxins only affect humans