Converse With Bow Novels & Stories

I yell from my tree cover to Adrian's. "I left my wallet at the orphanage," He audaciously jokes. "Just do it!" While Adrian stalls the creature, I re-attempt to conjure a bow. "You will need an arrow too." Blizzard intervenes. The pulsing power travels down my arm into the hovering hand. I can do it... I believe in myself... Crystalizing jingles compel me to open my eyes. A light blue phoenix-shaped bow replaces the dagger. The draw weights and limbs have the shape of wings, while the arrow resembles the head and tail of the majestic creature.

he bowed at me like a gentleman. Conrad who was behind us cleared his throat.

This was especially so whenever he looked back at the items he currently had in his inventory. ``````````````````Flashback``````````````````` Hidden Bow had finally turned around to face the person that has been scaring him since their initial encounter. Upon closer inspection, Hidden Bow noticed that this Lycan was a size smaller than the two that he was recently partnered with. Besides that, he also noticed that this smaller Lycan was no longer equipped with a knife as he previously saw when dealing with those crocodiles earlier. Instead, he was now equipped with some tonfa-looking armaments.

The blonde one lifts my bow, and arrows and laughs looking at me. "You can't know how to use this little female," he chuckles. I walk up and grab them from him in a huff, my eyes burning into his. "I'm very good at using this, I've earned gold medals, thank you very much," I sneer. He cocks his blonde eyebrow at me and rolls his purple-looking eyes. One of the black-haired men held up a pair of my underwear and I readied my bow, pulling the arrow back and aiming it at him.

Works of art. "Sure did," Adrian spoke proudly. "The bow too." He shoved it over towards me and I swear if my eyes widened anymore they probably would have disappeared into my forehead. I had to remind my limbs to move as the bow sat there extended between us. I carefully reached for it and slowly turned it over in my hands, examining its craftsmanship as well. This time I was speechless. I continued running my fingers along the smooth limbs for a few moments before wrapping them tightly around the grip. An involuntary smile crept up my face and it became impossible to hold in a delighted giggle.

"I've never seen something like this before... "Rolin pupils dilated as he stared at the digital chart hovering over his head, "Are you really sure that this arrow has only been used 8 or 9 times…" "Yes.." "What about your bow? Is that broken too?" "No.. my bow is fine!" "Unbelievable.." Rolin murmured in bewilderment, " I am seriously at a loss of words!" "Why is that so hard to believe?" Creed questioned,

"Uhm… my lady, isn't it dangerous for you to…" Roselle smiled at him and Elijah froze. "Don't worry. I think I should be competent enough in this." She took the bow from his hand, even tugging it when Elijah held onto it and refused to let go. "Please prepare something for me to practice with." She told the butler and Elijah nodded at the maids. "This bow is amazing. My bow back home is heavier than this." She examined the bow with awe flashing through her eyes. And then, she stretched her hand towards Elijah again, asking for the arrows.

It's like the clothes of the girl in the well and on my dream. "Here." He pulled something on his back. It was a beautiful bow and arrow. The bows was pretty and it has a carvings. Arrow are sharps and it has a feather on the edge. I looked at myself on the metal of the arrow. It was me. The facial expression is far different from my current facial expression. I'm sure i was not smiling like this, but my expression was smiling from ears to ears. She seems so happy. I definitely saw this dress already that girl in the well. She has mean facial feature. Is it mean or it's just authorative? "What do you want from me, hunter? Why do you have to give me this beautiful creation by human hands." C

It was really satisfying for them, knowing that all of them have improved their personalities during their test. Luna's wooden bow was remade with silver metal covers and beads of white crystal. The arrows had the power to turn an enemy's body into a stone once the tip touched the enemy's skin. Maison's axe turned into an axe made of silver with three claw-like gold blades in between its toe and heel. There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it.

We set up for the contest. Killian, ever the silent observer, stepped forward, a gleam of amusement in his eyes as he handed me a bow. It was a beautiful piece, crafted from silver wood and adorned with delicate carvings that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. It was his own. "For you, my dear," he said, his voice laced with a playful undertone. "May the best archer win."