Cast Of Blood Arrow Novels & Stories

Prepared to get my stuff and walk towards her whereabouts, yet froze upon hearing an odd noise behind the huge tree before me. I equipped myself, held my bow, and positioned the arrow—ready to shoot. The atmosphere became silent and I heard my heavy breathing, "Terra, where have you been?!" A gasp escaped from my mouth as I felt a hand travel up my shoulder which gives chills down my spine. I accidentally let go of the arrow and it voluntarily released toward the thicket.

She had already walked towards the young man who was bathed in blood, Ara could not tell if it was from the young man or from someone else, but she had no right to ask the young man who tried to stand up even though his arm was crippled. Ara crouches down in front of the male lead before she raises her delicate right hand and gently wipes down the blood stains near its dark dragon eyes that prevent the male lead earlier to see a delicate small frame that crouched down in front of him earlier when he heard the noise not far away from him.

She had already walked towards the young man who was bathed in blood, Ara could not tell if it was from the young man or from someone else, but she had no right to ask the young man who tried to stand up even though his arm was crippled. Ara crouches down in front of the male lead before she raises her delicate right hand and gently wipes down the blood stains near its dark dragon eyes that prevent the male lead earlier to see a delicate small frame that crouched down in front of him earlier when he heard the noise not far away from him.

Five months to find out who was behind the killings and disappearance or he would strip the Bloodsworth clan of their title as the Baron. I needed a fucking break. I needed a distraction. I needed her. Saratan. My eyes fluttered close as her scent filled my nostrils, haunting me, taunting me. The sweet blood that flowed through her veins, the spicy fear that tinged on her skin, the musky arousal dripping from her core. I could still feel her in my arms, her warm breath fanning my face as she casted those bewitching eyes on my cock. Damn, my hard-on strained against my slacks.

Gus informs the already panicked council members. Something penetrates the air from the left side, whooshing until it connects with Logan’s shoulder. An arrow. “Fuck.” My brother cries out, wincing in pain. Everyone steps away from him immediately. “We are under attack. Find coverage right now.” Logan winces when he pulls the arrow out of the shoulder, blood sipping down his shirt. “Oh fuck. There’s some wolfsbane splattered on the arrow blade.” Everyone gasps. Where did that arrow even come from?

I shoved Shaun forward, pushing him out of the way, but this put me where he had been standing, and before I could swiftly dodge, the arrow found its mark in the flesh of my shoulder. Wild, hot pain zipped through my brain, consuming my every thought. My legs wobbled underneath me, before crumbling like ruined ash and bringing me to my knees. A loud sound kept pouring into my ears over and over again. It was my screaming. The last thing that crossed my mind before the darkness was the thought of how a normal arrow shouldn't have hurt so much. — “ . . . Losing blood.” “ . . . Arrow was poisoned.” “Wolfsbane?” “They got away again, damn it!”

I laid on my back and hurried across the dirt looking back just in time to see one of the dogs hit the invisible shields the large mutt slammed into the invisible ward, falling to the ground. "Fuck I made it." I said, tired, taking in large breaths of air, laughing at the rare chance of survival. Yet, my joy was cut short as Millie, Serena, Maurice, Caspia, Eddy, Priscilla, and Mordecai all gathered around me, circling over my head. "Oskar, what happened?' Mordecai asked as he got on his knees and began to look at the arrow in my shoulder. The arrow that I knew was laced with Silver and Garlic oil, yet a Vampire my age could easily survive such an injury once the arrow was removed.

The leader asked, causing a smirk to appear on my lips. “Cool!” My father didn't say a word, instead, he relieved a guard of his bow and arrow but before he could release the arrow from the bow, Damon fell on the ground, blood oozing from his head. An arrow was stuck in Adam's apple. Swirling, I saw George clenching a bow with his eyes bloodshot. “The silver bullet.” Carlos gasped, piquing my interest. “What's that?” I asked, hoping to hear something meaningful from him.

“We are safe.” The ritual was complete. We were bound. But as we turned to leave, a silver-tipped arrow hissed from the darkness, a blur of death aimed straight for Arthur’s heart. "Look out!" I shoved him aside. The arrow pierced my shoulder. Agony flared through me, and blood instantly stained my white gown. "Samara!" Arthur's roar tore through the night. Several black-clad assassins burst from the trees. As my vision blurred from blood loss, I recognized the leader—Magnus's personal captain. Ethan's loyalist.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"