Deathstroke Sword Arrow Novels & Stories

Edith responded with a quiet tone as she closed her eyes. Their lips were just inches from touching when Robbert suddenly noticed something fly toward Edith’s head through a gap between the two large doors of the room. He got up from the bed quickly and rushed in front of Edith. The moment he did, a large arrow flew through his chest. He turned to the arrow slowly as blood dripped out of his nose and mouth. He noticed black smoke coming from the arrow’s shaft, and his eyes widened in shock. “Wolf’s-bane,” he struggled to say, then fell on his knees, bleeding profusely from his mouth.

“So they spilled mine.” I lifted my shirt a little, pressing two fingers against the faint scar that would never fully fade. “Sword went through my stomach. Not just steel—it was dipped in a poison called Nighthowl. It makes wolves hallucinate, rage, lose themselves. So while my blood poured out, wolfsbane burned my veins, and Nighthowl twisted my head until every face looked like an enemy.” The memories clawed up my throat, but I forced them out.

But a cornered snake is at its most venomous. From the shadows of a collapsed stone archway near the northern treeline, Madox dragged his broken, bleeding frame to his knees. His eyes burned with a mad, self-righteous light. With a final, trembling effort of his remaining strength, he lifted a heavy, mechanical hand-crossbow that had been dropped in the dirt. It was loaded with a specialized, dark-veined projectile—a Black-Silver Arrow, heavily saturated with an ancient, concentrated necrotic poison designed to rot a pureblood vampire's frozen core from the inside out. He didn't aim at Astrid. He aimed directly at the exposed back of Carmilla Dracul.

It was a type of bow and arrow weapon. "This is not just any bow and arrow weapon. The sharp part of the arrow is made of gold. The metal is very bad for vampire's it burns their skin and blinds their eyes. We intend of bringing a light with us, when we shine the light of the gold the brightness will blind the vampire's eyes, distracting them while one warrior strikes a real sword to the vampire's heart,killing it." Said Father Jonathan. "That is a brilliant plan. But how many of these do you have? The Queen asked.

But even then, Perseus’s hands grew cold, his skin losing its life, his body slowly draining of color. “The arrows were poisoned,” the healer muttered grimly, checking Perseus’s pulse with trembling fingers. His face pale, he looked up at Eleanor, dread in his eyes. “The Alpha is dead.”

She had told me once she even had knives in her boots that would flick out with the right pressure in the right spot, and a couple wolfsbane coated pins in her hair, just in case. Luna Davene carried a bow with a quiver of arrows wrapped around her, the arrows were made with silver, and each had a little compartment in the arrowhead that held liquid silver and wolfsbane. When the arrowhead became embedded in the skin the shell holding the deadly liquids would burst and enter the blood stream. There was nothing you could do to save someone from one of Luna Davene’s arrows.

Death was at the door already, and I was accepting it with open arms. Then I heard the harsh, tinny sound of metal as swords left their scabbards, and the whoosh of air as the swords were raised high, ready to strike me into death. But before I could embrace the cold arms of death, I heard several arrows whizz past my head. I opened my eyes just in time to see the two guards above me, sharp and poisonous arrows buried into their chests. Blood blossomed on their torsos, from the arrow points. And with a great thud, the guards fell to the ground, life bleeding out of them.

Draven stands a few feet away from the car now, his eyes scanning the road and the forest around us. His shoulders tense. I press my palm against the window. “Draven,” I whisper. Something shifts in the trees to the right. Then— A sharp whistle slices through the air. For a split second, my mind doesn’t understand what it is. His head tilts slightly. THUD. The sound is sickening. Draven’s body jerks violently. For a moment my brain refuses to understand what just happened. Then I see it. A silver arrow buried deep in his chest.

It’s a double shot arrow. The sharp head was forged with a death spell and it was laced with poison that could kill hundreds of werewolves with just one drop. Robert Kingston was the one who formulated that and it took him years to finally perfected the formula of a weapon that was so lethal to werewolves. It pierced straight towards Ember’s back. Two arrows but it was enough to kill her. Ember felt her whole world halted as she felt the pain that pierced her back. Suddenly, she couldn’t breathe and her whole body became paralyzed.

With all her might she pushed forward and buried the sword deeper into his chest, killing him. Blade blinked at her in shock, as his sword slipped from his hand to fall listlessly to the floor before his whole body joined. She bent to her knees breathing fast and just looked up after few minutes of getting herself to see an arrow flying in her direction.