Copy And Paste Arrows Novels & Stories

"Drykena the Goddess of the Land. You're asking me to—" "Copy it." I looked down at the cracked status screen. For all my life, it was staring me right in the face. A skill just begging to copied. Did Drykena know that this was possible? I doubt it. It was a loophole in the system. If I could copy it, there wouldn't be a limit to what I could copy. The keys appeared by my fingers. Control C, Control V. Nothing. I tried again, and the results were the same. I tried four more times, and each time I added pressure to the keys.

Non-threatening so that I could just get answers. Pulling my arm back after a minute or so, I rubbed it like there were cobwebs on my arm. Feeling the residue of another pack was weird and even more so when I had no intention of going on any pack territory moving forward. Sitting on the hood of Thing, I pulled out my drum sticks and started to hit some beats just on the metal between my legs.

"I have 500 blunt arrows with me! If you can dodge more than 40... I'll treat you with anything you want inside café ginger. If you lose, then you can't quit this training for at least a week!" "I'm fine with that…" Ryan spoke with confidence as jogged towards the targets, "I can't fight, but I am quick as a cheetah! You better not forget the bet!" A few minutes later, Creed stood up. He had turned all 500 arrows into blunt ones. The moment he touched the blunt heads of the arrow, a malicious grin appeared on his face. These training arrows were really costly and efficient. The gluon fluid inside the arrows would automatically replicate the weight of the ejected pointy heads to keep the arro

“Miss Ara is asking me to come with her for a walk.” “I’ll come with her instead.” “Yes, Sir.” Czar left them alone. Ara twisted her head towards Vanluke. When their eyes met Ara couldn’t take it back. She watched her own reflection in his grayish eyes. She wondered what it would be like to see that pair of beautiful foreign eyes every morning when she wakes up. Imagine his attention only pointing at her. Wouldn’t that be so fantastic? “Why are you staring so intently?” “I’m imagining what it would be like to see your eyes every morning of my life.”

It was akin to a guide, ensuring pinpoint accuracy as long as the target lingered within this designated zone within my field of vision. Utilizing the knowledge and insights gained from my previous experiences was proving invaluable. With precision, I aligned the highlighted area of my Vital Sight skill to encompass the path of the fleeing assassin. Without hesitation, I released the arrow. In an astonishing display, the arrow soared forth as if guided by an unseen force. It gracefully navigated through the dense maze of trees, seamlessly maneuvering and dodging obstacles along its trajectory. To my enhanced vision, it appeared as though the arrow possessed a life of its own, animated and pu

The pitch black color muddled with purple glossy shimmer was singing the wails of its precision and power. A harmonious blend of two highly sought-after materials from two distinct advanced civilizations, these arrows are a true representation of what can be achieved when worlds collide. A hybrid unparalleled strength and flexibility. "Gosh!! They look gorgeous…," Creed muttered with awe while examining the arrows. "And they're quite sturdy too!" "Awesome. So, 245 arrows… hmm. If I can use one arrow three times, then it should last me 2-3 hunts," he calculated. His digital watch suddenly rang, breaking his concentration. It was Rolin, confirming the delivery. Creed answered immediately.

Manor immediately backs away and keeps an eye on the Elf. " Creator's head! Make me a transparent barrier that no arrow can go through in one direction, and in the other, the arrow can. Make it a quarter circle covering from here to the 10th tile over there. The direction of the arrows able to go out is facing me." A multicolor transparent barrier appears around us and the arrows hit the barrier and fall to the ground. Creadestor's second head closes its mouth. Manor suddenly rolls out of the protection of the barrier.

I stretched my arms and lie down on the makeshift bed, pulling my satchel from under the pillow and taking out the slim box. It never fails to amaze me every time I see the arrow float from the box and just zoom around, glinting as it reflected the late afternoon sun that shines light from the barred window of the back room. I snatched the arrow and inspected it closely – the engraving on it are bizarre, not like the ones I usually see at the temples of Eros, but more ancient, as though it was the language Zeus has thought his children. I stowed the arrow back on the box and pushed it inside the depths of my satchel with the rest of the shivering letters, refusing to remind myself of Caelum

He refused to return to help Uriel, he then prepared to run before the giant worms finished him. Again, and indeed he had to take out his arrows to defend himself from the attacks of giant worms. Rafael took out eight arrows at once. In his aim, then he pulled the arrow back and released it. Each arrow multiplies by 10 arrows. Apparently, these worms are different. They could dodge any arrows that would injure their bodies. Rafael was astonished by the action of the worms which were able to pass through the arrows with great ease. The worms jumped, some bent down until the arrow passed through the giant worm.

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.