Cupids Arrow Position Novels & Stories

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.

He turned it around and aimed at Valen whose heart skipped a beat. Aldridge reached out for the bow and fixed everything all in. He positioned himself, almost like he intended to shoot Lucan. He smirked and then lowered his hand. "Do you know the name of this arrow? It's called Arrow of Death. No one can ever survive its heat. This arrow pierces through your whole body and brings out your heart." He explained and put the arrow and bow back. Lucan looked away, his lips parted as he tried to exhale in relief. His whole body shook because he thought he was a target.

I pulled the arrow back and let go of it. I heard the voices around me before my eyes moved to the dart. 'Shit' I Internally cursed. Almost. I almost got it. The arrow stepped exactly at the tiny black line separating green and red.

She asks. “We have to watch the wind.” I respond. We wait, sensing the wind's subtle changes. My eyes flickers to the trees, watching the leaves for the perfect moment. As the wind settles, I give the dowager a gentle squeeze, signalling the moment to release. In that instance, we both pull the bowstring back together. The dowager's strength is bolstered by my guidance, held firm. In a synchronized motion, we release the arrow and it flies through the air. The arrow strikes the target with a satisfying thud into the center. A smile of triumph spread across the dowager's face, and her eyes sparkles with accomplishment.

’ A surge of murderous intent rose within him. The surrounding living beings would only forget this scene once James had died. “Hmph,” James smiled faintly and released Warner. The moment Warner was deliberated, a golden bow materialized in his grasp. He exerted all his strength to draw the bowstring taut. Instantly, the Path Arrow lined up on the bowstring. Whoosh! The radiant bowstring shot out. James stood unwavering in the void, observing the arrow hurtling towards him. He raised his hand, and his palm continued to enlarge. The arrow collided with the enlarged palm print.

the council man nodded at the arrows. Pain rushed through my stomach and I screamed again. My breath, closed in this time. The antidote on the bracelet could only last so much. I gasped for breath and blinked furiously as I selected three arrows from the large quiver. “Good, now. Just don’t die,” Kael purred beside my ear. His words spurred me angrily and strength returned to my arms. The bastard! I took a large shaky breath and raised the bow to the target. The target and bullseyes seemed to swim before my eyes.

Even if Cynthia was killed, there was no way to pinpoint who the killer was. Jack aimed at Cynthia' s back, where her heart was, and shot an arrow with force. Go to hell bitch! However, the hare that Cynthia was staring at suddenly jumped, and Cynthia immediately rode after her, just as Jack' s arrow came towards her and landed on her calf. "Ah! " Cynthia let out a scream as she looked down to see her leg impaled by an arrow. Why were there untreated arrows? Didn' t all tournament arrows have their arrows removed?

He moves the water as I walk, keeping it a few feet around me only. The arrow keeps moving slightly and I turn towards the waterfall and walk towards it, but just then the arrow moves a little to the left until I’m at the edge of the waterfall. I crouch down, pushing through the water until I feel it – the intense blaze of power as something small and cool hits my hand.

I told him sternly, "a raised elbow helps with your consistency and your power." He nodded and lined up for a shot as I began walking down the line of several other men. I could see the same redhead Dhampir across the way, several years older now, giving me a friendly wink. I nodded back before picking up a discarded bow and lined up another shot. This time before I released the arrow, the scene changed again.

, I said, approaching her from behind. She froze, breath and all. I placed my hand on her shin pulling her right foot one back and at an angle, then placed my hand on her left calf to guide her foot forward a little. I put my hands on her hips and tilted them slightly. "There, try that", I encouraged. Aurora released the breath she held and let her fingers open, sending the arrow slicing through the air to it's target. Bullseye. A proud smile carved my face. That's my girl. She pulled a second arrow from the quiver and aimed again.