Deathstroke Sword Arrow Novels & Stories

She laid on her back, gasping for air as Elyndra's skin paled. "An Aetherbane arrow, forged in the heart of a long-extinct star and the one thing that can kill a Witch" He continued. My eyes fell to the arrow and then back to him. "Either way, I knew I'd have to kill you in the end" "Now who's stupid?" Blake growled. I marveled at his immense change of heart as Denver helped me closer to Elyndra. She just laid there, her death slow and painful. Her breaths became ragged, the once invincible witch now a fallen tragedy.

I found the eyes that showed the image of marriage, and with all my strength I drew my Vulcan Bow and shot the arrow at it. A painful sound came. The eyes showed signs of pain, and the sky that surrounded me began to crack and crumble like the end of days. I did it. I took out a dagger and cut a hole in my arm to let the poisoned blood out, not to spread it all over my body. But my limbs still felt numb. I can't fall. An eagle hovered overhead, bellowed, and then dropped a white arrow. I remember it. It's an arrow made of vampire's bone.

They didn't waste time, mistaking my being lost in thought for distraction and tried to advance closer to eliminate me and take their prize, only I guessed they'd forgotten I was telekinetic. Focusing my attention on them, I watched as they went flying in different directions, but I'd underestimated them because in directing my attention on the ones I could see and smell, I'd not heard the arrow until it hit my back and I screamed because I felt it. The tip coated with mountain ash, which was lethal to vampires in just the right dose. Whoever had fired this had either miscalculated this dose or they'd done it on purpose because I wasn't comatose. It was also an added advantage that I was a b

said Hayden. Cory was beginning to worry. “The point of a bow with arrows is not to stab the person at close-range, is it? That would be a sword’s job, wouldn’t it, solider?” Said Hayden sternly. She nodded. He was right. “Yes sir,” she added, smiling slightly. He rolled his eyes at her. “The fact that the object meant to kill Anestra is an arrow made from her own feather is very telling,” said Hayden, his expression grave.

Suddenly, her heart could no longer bear it anymore, thinking about how their last moment with each other went. Her body trembled so badly but she tried to go nearer, she buried her face in his bloodied chest as she gave him a tight embrace. "No, I can't go on without you and our children, please." She begged, though she knows there would be no use of it as he is no longer breathing and the arrow that was burrowed in his heart was enough to kill him in one go. A steel arrow is a sure way to kill a werewolf. But to aim it at the heart guarantees death even more.

Hybrid Corpse Seeker Preferred method to eliminate the assigned duties of Death. Can only be destroyed by a crossbow arrow to the thorax or sword through the spinal cord. Usually in the form of a Banshee. Rated 90% in kill success. "Did you learn any weaponry during my prison years," I asked him curiously and he stared at me with an open mouth. I shook my head and patted his back. "I'll teach you how to fire a medieval crossbow, I know how to sword fight already," I mumbled confidently. Rai looked at me and frowned.

"That’s why I brought toys." I raised the bow and fired. One. Two. Three. All three arrows pierced his chest. He roared in pain, body convulsing violently. I watched, unblinking. "Those arrows," I began calmly, "are infused with silver, wolfsbane, and ashroot. Three of the deadliest substances to werewolves. But since you're not just any wolf, I made sure they were amplified." He coughed, blood sputtering from his mouth. "Ashroot targets bone marrow. Your skeleton will rot before your flesh even catches up. Silver and wolfsbane, well, you already know how that story goes."

The rogues pressed in again, but this time, Drake fought with his back guarded. A rogue feinted left and swung hard. I blocked too late with my arm. Pain exploded in my upper arm as the blade bit deep. I grunted, teeth clenching, warmth spilling down my sleeve. Not now. I slammed my sword through his chest and kicked the body away, my arm screaming in protest. Blood soaked the leather, slick and hot, my grip weakening with every heartbeat. Another arrow flew, this one meant for the carriage. I stepped into its path.

There was a shade of black letter on its peak and he sensed a smell of blood and therefore he knew that someone had died. "What had transpired in the mortal realm?" Thrille Daven questioned the raven and he received the letter and momentarily stared at it. "A letter from the death angel," he whispered. He wishes to ignore it in the meantime yet upon having a glimpse of the name of the fallen, he was stunned on his feet and was powerless to move due to his horror.

We just get in and get out and no need for a huge war. I had other men chisel heavy-duty branches into wooden stakes. We made about 100 of the stakes. I know it sounds like overkill, but I wanted to be prepared for each person with a bow, and they each need to carry a small sword, should they need to chop off a vampire's head? After they chiseled the arrows, I dipped them in a potion. I made sure that each arrow would explode into flames to make certain the job was done. I was leaving nothing to chance.