Novel & Cerita Cast Of Blood Arrow

The world tilted briefly as I sat up, but I ignored it, my full attention already fixed on her. I leaned closer, my heart pounding harder with every second as I searched her face, trying to understand what was wrong. The moment I looked at her properly, my heart nearly stopped. Shit. Blood. Dark red blood was slowly soaking through the fabric on her shoulder. The arrow had scraped her. It hadn’t pierced straight through like the others I had seen earlier, but the wound was there, torn and bleeding. “Lily!” I shouted, panic surging through me. My hands trembled as I grabbed her gently, trying to steady her.

The sound was sickening, a wet thud that made my stomach drop. "No!" I screamed, catching him as he stumbled. The arrow protruded from his shoulder, and where it had pierced him, silver liquid began to seep through his shirt. Not red. Silver. He fell to his knees, and I went down with him, my hands desperately trying to stop the bleeding. His golden eyes met mine, wide with shock and pain. "Damon…" I sobbed, my voice breaking. "Damon, no, please…" His hand reached up, trembling, touching my face. "Aria..."

Blood poured everywhere, and Caitlin stopped it with her hands. Blake reached down, tore a strip of fabric off of his shirt with his teeth, and handed it to Caitlin. She took it, and wrapped it tightly around the wound. Finally, the bleeding stopped. Blake bent down, grabbed the tip of the arrow, and held it up to the moonlight. “As I thought,” he said. “Silver-tipped. These were not hunters. They were vampire hunters. Looking specifically for types like us.” Caitlin looked at the arrow tip, and saw that he was right. She looked at his wound in concern.

Roar! The demonic shadow let out an earth-shattering roar in boundless pain. A normal person would’ve been long dead after receiving such a severe injury. Moreover, the arrow that Dorothy had shot was definitely not an ordinary arrow. The burning flame on it was the universally well-known flame of Nirvana. However, the members of the Blood Cult were bizarre and mysterious, their body composition differing from the average person.

There he looked at the blood pouring from her profusely. " We'll let you handle it, chief, but on one condition." He ignored them and whispered in her ear, "Ardena, please, try to get your wolf out, so it's almost lethargic." He clenched his lips with force as he clenched her wound after he had removed the arrow from her. Why did she suddenly fall? Simply because it is a poisonous arrow! A tear rolled down her cheek "I see?" He whispered and put his head on her chest, where will he take her? How will he help her? The men surrounded him to look at them in a faded and cold spirit

He looked so weak, wounded, and he was bleeding. He was against one of the rogues and just as I made to rush to him, I heard something rustle in the bushes close by. I moved closer and listening in, I could hear the sound of spells. I peered through, slowly, and looking, I could see them making spells and lacing arrows with them. “This one.” A spooky looking woman muttered as she raised an arrow. “It’s for the Alpha. It just has to make way through his chest.” Seeing the arrow that shone silver, my heart sank into my stomach!

Archer looked at her for a moment before saying, “Well Elizabeth, not only is Alpha Rafael still hunting for Drake and Avery with the Lycaon, he’s just brought on the Blood Sorcerers, and they knew what I was doing. I barely got out in time.” Elizabeth? How did he know her name? I glared at him with accusation for a moment before putting that aside. My mind raced as I recalled the reputation of the Blood Sorcerers—dark magic-wielding witches and vampires trained as ruthless assassins. I had no desire to be caught in the crossfire of a war that could endanger Beth and my brood. I wanted Archer and Drake out of my territory immediately. “You can take Drake and get the he** out of here,” I said

The sound of his voice is starting to irritate me so much that I I just want to reach for his neck and turn his head backwards. “The earlier you feed him, the faster this all goes by. You don’t have to think about it too much, after all you only die once. Let your dear husband do the honors of atking your life.” He laughs and I suddenly get an idea. “Don't even think of feeding me to him, it won’t work. Your blood was used to make the arrow that I shot him with, so only your blood can make him feel better.” He explains but its already too late, I already freed Nikolai and it turns out Jethro's blood was also used to make the arrow because Nikolai is chasing after him with all his pent up str

Bishop ripped through my chest and roared with such might that the trees shuttered around us. Before I could rein him back in, we shifted and were running through the forest circling Athena's territory. I was making my second pass when I smell . . . A hint of stale blood and . . I slowed down and took in a big whiff of air. And expensive leather. Bloodsucker! A howl ripped through my chest, signaling my guards and Thomas. Within minutes, they emerged from the forest cover. "Someone has been watching my family." They all sniffed the air.

His tone left no room for argument. My gaze shifted to the fiery-haired woman. I noticed Emberlyn's brief hesitation, a flicker of doubt crossing her face before she steeled herself with determination. Raising her crossbow, hands steady, she took a deep, hissing breath. Another sharp crack shattered the silence as Emberlyn released the silver arrow, its deadly aim aimed straight for Angelo's head. With a thud, Angelo fell to the ground, his body collapsing onto Nova's, his skin sizzling immediately from the silver arrowhead piercing.