Cast Of Blood Arrow Novels & Stories

He swiftly leaps over the cabin and pushed her behind him taking the shot . The arrow sunk deeply into his right side of his upper chest , and came out through his back . Asa was in shock as blood splatter a little on her face . She never knew his uncle meant that word , she had practically let out a gasp drawing Lugard's attention her eyes bulging out . Lugard had not an expression on his face as he looked at his nephew and left without uttering a word . The arrow was made of pure silver steel at the tip and a brown hard wood at the lower part . Ryan held the arrow and pulled it out in one succession , blood splatter and some piece of flesh were stuck to the silver steel tip .

That reaffirmed the pain that radiated from my arm to my brain. I looked at the arm and saw an arrow embedding itself there. I had been shot. I held the arm and bent down immediately to keep the pain at bay. The task proved impossible as warm blood began to flow down my arm's length to my fingers, then to the floor. I was so sure that the arrow had hit an artery from the way the blood kept flowing. "Find the damn culprit now!" I heard Alpha Damon say before I lost consciousness.

Duly noted. “Acelin, it’s good to see you.” “You as well. Araya, this is Dr. Thana. She leads the research department.” “So I guess you need to take some of my blood,” I asked looking up to her. I was a little nervous. I hated giving blood in general. It always made me queasy. But now I was giving my blood to vampires. Somehow that didn’t seem to be the best idea I’ve ever had. “Try to stay calm. There is no need to worry.” Acelin spoke to me seemingly sensing my discomfort. I nodded at him and hopped up in the chair laying my arms down wrists up.

They had laid out items on Logan's desk - weapons and pieces of cloth taken from the dead rogues. "Look at this," Kieran said, holding up an arrow. It was black, with red feathers. "These aren't rogue weapons. They're too well made." Logan picked up one of the arrows, sniffing it carefully. His face darkened. "Blood magic. These were enchanted." My heart skipped. "Zara?" "No," said a new voice. We all turned to see Yarrow in the doorway, looking more serious than I'd ever seen him. "This is older magic. Darker."

He really was surpassing all her expectations. Their food arrived and this time his men joined them in the living room as they debated her show and ate their fill of the pork ribs and side salads. She was surprised at their candor and their arguments about vampire abilities. “No, Dren, these ones don’t glitter,” Besnik said with a serious look on his face and Inara couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped her lips. “No vampire should ever glitter,” Dren said with big eyes. “These guys are not what you’re used to. They’re really badass,” Inara said and they all looked at her.

Chapter 23: Shadows exploded across the Bloodhowl camp, crimson light bleeding from the sky like a wound. Aria leaped to her feet, her claws glowing faintly with the Blood Oath’s cursed power. Kael stood beside her, his own crimson mark pulsing on his chest, his black wolf form bristling. Lyra notched an arrow, her silver hair whipping in the wind, while Torin growled, his scarred fur raised. The pack’s warriors scrambled, claws out, but the air was thick with fear.

I stood at the entrance, watching him. "Arrow," I called gently. He stopped and turned slowly, his face tight with pain and rage. "You fucking failed," I said. His jaw tightened and looked away. "I lost Night and Poison," he said, voice low and rough. "They're gone." My heart ached too. Night and Poison were my brothers too even though none of use were related by blood, just like arrow. "It was supposed to be Athena," I said quietly. "She was the target." Arrow picked up a chair and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and broke into pieces. He put both hands on the table in front of him, head down.

A loud scream tears out of me as I watch in horror as Aaron lays helplessly on the ground and Nick brings down the sword. It’s like time slows, the blade hanging suspended in the air. The snap of a bow from somewhere behind. The whistling of an arrow as it races through the air towards it’s unique victim. Just as the sword slices into Aaron’s abdomen the arrow whizzes over him and embeds itself in Nick’s chest. As Nick releases the sword and staggers backwards time speeds back up. Nick lifts his head as if in shock to find Natalie standing in Ash’s driveway with the bow drawn and a arrow notched. Her hair tumbling down her back, her clothes mattered in blood and grim but her eyes set in a de

"This will not end without blood." The strange man chuckled. "Oh, but it does," he said. "It has to end in bloodshed. Because that's the only way to bring about change.” *********** ARROW’S POV The trigger was pulled and suddenly the CEO was sprawled across the ground with an arrow embedded in his chest. I blinked - where did an arrow come from? The shade man smiled, and I saw that he had a bow with him. "I see," he said in a voice that conveyed madness "I have been training for this time for quite some time now, and I will not be stopped."

"You're mine, Yara! You've always been mine! And if I can't have you—" He never finished the sentence. An arrow sprouted from his shoulder, spinning him around. He went down on one knee, gasping. I looked up to see First Blood archers on the ridge above, their bows still raised. Perla must have signaled them. "No!" I shouted, rushing forward. Not to help Riel—to stop what was about to happen. But I was too late. A second arrow found its mark, punching through the gap in his armor and into his chest. Riel's eyes went wide with shock. He looked at me one last time, his mouth working soundlessly, before he collapsed face-first onto the rocky ground.