Deathstroke Sword Arrow 소설 & 이야기

Goddess, it hurts. Cole swings his sword with all of the strength he has left. It slices through Richard’s shoulder, through his chest, at the same moment a golden arrow pierces Richard’s skull. Oh, my Goddess, he’s dead. A new found urgency tears me forward, the pain in my body dissolving to nothing but adrenaline. I topple out of my wolf form as Cole kneels, doubling over his knees. Richard erupts in green light, the book falling to the ground in a puff of sand.

The fact that it didn’t already, proved his resilience, but his brain tissues were probably already mangled into a mess. Captain Vladimir finally picked up his broad sword, as his opponent remained standing, swaying slowly from left and right while phasing between life and death. He decided on his behalf, as he cleanly separated the once tyrannical Deathstroke’s head from his body with his broad sword. After doing the deed, he slowly raised his head and looked arrogantly around the spectators before walking away gallantly amid the shocking silence. This silence stretched on for some time before the spectator’s brains finally arrived back at the present, as they started yelling his name crazi

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.

I checked his pulse again and it was lower than earlier. His condition is deteriorating. No...no...no! What do I do? My eyes stopped at his chest which was turning blue and suddenly a realisation hit me hard. It's not just blood loss. I have cleaned his wound. Could it be that the arrow was poisoned? Is that why he coughed blood? Oh no! Getting up. I rush to the wardrobe in Mom's room. Opening the drawers, to take out the key to the medicine cabinet. Mom said only to use it in an emergency. And this was it!

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.”

He squeezed her hand, then released it, stepping forward to lead the way. Darius handed out weapons as they prepared to descend. The blades were silver, with edges coated in a dark, oily substance. “Wolfsbane,” Darius explained. “It’s the only thing that will kill them. Don’t hesitate. If you see one, strike fast and don’t look back.”

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.

I caught the glint of that sharp steel arrow slicing through the air, aimed dead center at Kairos's chest. "No!" My scream tore out of me, but it got drowned out by the sickening thud of the arrow hitting home.

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.