Cupids Arrow Position Novels & Stories

No shot. But then... she noticed something. He favored his right knee — just slightly. When he pushed off that leg, he slowed for a fraction of a second. His shoulder dipped, giving a clean view of his left profile. That's it. She adjusted her stance. Waited for the next push off. She fired. He caught the arrow mid-run with his left hand — two inches from his eye — and came to a stop. He lifted it with a smile. Fin: Perfect shot.

Apollo said. I did, and he moved behind me, he adjusted my footing, my arms, and positioned my body well, then his hand cupped my waist and he pulled me closer to him, suddenly the room grew hotter, and I started to sweat profusely, as I fought to maintain my balance.He held my hand, and pulled the bow forward, and the arrow back. "Like this. This is how you do it. Put more pressure on your arm, it'll help you hit your target easily." He said, his voice gruff. He brought down his hand back to my waist and held me closer to him, as he rocked himself into me slowly.

"This is… so heavy. Am I holding it wrong?" Damien stepped behind her. One hand covered hers on the bow grip; the other steadied her elbow to adjust the angle. They stood so close his chin nearly brushed her ear. "Relax your wrist. Don't grip so tight." Wendy gave a soft murmur and leaned back until her shoulders pressed against his chest. The first arrow flew wide, burying itself in a tree trunk two meters to the left of the target. "Oh no — I'm so bad at this," Wendy groaned, ducking her head, her voice small. "Maybe I'm just not cut out for it?"

Ken said to me when my arrow hit the bull's eye. "I want to show you something" he said "May I?" "Sure" He positioned himself behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck. "Listen" he said "You might have your target but your opponent might get to you before they're struck." He held the arrow in my hand and pulled back, causing me to do the same, "You have to feel as if the arrow is an extension of your hand. Let your hands go as far as they could…like this," he pulled his hands back and my arms strained from doing the same, "It makes the impact of the hit more lethal and it would be too fast for anyone to stop."

"Aries, Arrow I need you back here there is someone here please’ I tried to reach my mates, at first there was no reply; Shit!! ‘Lizzy, are you ok? I am on my way’ Arrow’s panicked voice comes over our mind-link. Sighing in relief I focus on the person who is clearly hurt, “Who are you?” I say again but I slowly make my way towards him. He drops to his knees, holding on to the side of an armchair. He lifts his hand up and removes his hood, his black eyes look up and the pain I see is not from anything physical.

And don't forget to breathe before you release the arrow. The Viper did as he was told. But his curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, why should we place our elbows higher? Because it gives you more clarity to aim. Hey, anchor your hand here. He guided another, tapping beneath his jaw. In a blink, he had left the first person and corrected another. Again and again, he corrected them until arrows began to strike closer, sinking into the tree bark with a steady rhythm. Watching him, my heart stirred against my will, with a feeling too heavy to admit.

At that distance, the target looked smaller than a mosquito's head, yet seven or eight arrows were already embedded in it. Cyrus raised the high-tech compound bow in his left hand. With his right, he drew an arrow from the quiver and nocked it. The pulley system reduced the draw weight, making the motion feel effortless. His focus tightened. A strange force surged into his right eye, moved with his intent, and wrapped itself around the arrow. The arrow launched. An unseen force seemed to seize it, driving it forward faster than physics alone should have allowed. The arrow struck the target. The shaft shuddered violently. It had hit dead center.

Which he would find odd if he had noticed-- Sysiphus had always been obsessed with their mate. But not tonight. The red arrow in his palm never showed any change. Raymond realized something was wrong after he left the room as an experienment-- The glow of the arrow was supposed to change with the distance between him and his mate, but it didn't. If that was because the distance between them was too large so a few steps' change wouldn't be visible, then the direction is a clearer issue-- It wasn't pointing in a fixed direction!

I could feel the heat of him through my clothes, the steady beat of his heart against my shoulder blade. "Your elbow is too high," he said, his lips close to my ear. "Relax your shoulder. Let the bow do the work." I adjusted my position, and he guided my arm down, shifting my grip on the string. His breath was warm against my neck. My own heart was pounding so loudly I was certain he could hear it. "Now," he murmured. "Breathe in. Hold. And release." I let the arrow fly. It struck the target dead center, splitting the shaft of my previous shot clean in two.

My fate has started with an arrow, I guess it would only be fitting to end my fate with an arrow too only if I choose to plunge it in, pierce it on my chest, just like Aeon has suggested it. I am a cupid, surely, nothing bad will happen to me. I felt the tip of the arrow and gasped as the pointed end scraped my finger, drawing out blood. I tightened my grip at the arrow and took a deep breath as I aligned it by my chest before forcing it in with my other hand. I turned my head so I am looking at them only to see Caelum’s stormy eyes staring back at me, confused. He stopped laughing with the girl and it seems that she finally noticed it too.