Deathstroke Sword Arrow Novels & Stories

“You’ve made a mistake.” I pressed my sword to his chest, breath ragged. “No. You made yours when you touched her.” But before I could demand answers, before I could force him to admit what he knew, Kael’s body jerked fiercely. An arrow struck his heart, blood spilling across the snow. His eyes widened, then faded, his smile frozen in death. Elara screamed, covering her mouth, fear written across her face. I spun, searching the shadows. The arrow… it came from nowhere. Silent, accurate.

She asked and he moved forward opening the lid of the poison ready to turn it into Ferguson's throat. "Watch" He said but he turned around stretching out his sword to cut something, the swooshing sound of two different object cutting through the air reached the Werewolf ears but the opposing object stabbed his arm and the glass jar fell to the ground breaking to skewers and the black fermented liquid spilled on the ground. Declan groaned and staggered back holding his sword with the same arm an arrow just flew to with his life. He couldn't let the sword drop not in front of his people, it would be a huge disgrace and a sign of weakness.

One of the students stood up and reached for his blade's sheath when an arrow struck him in the forehead. Killing him instantly. “!!”

But when Morning screamed, he turned the arrow towards her. I immediately pulled out my pistol and shot him straight in the head. He died immediately, and his arrow went wide. Then I felt the sword cut across my back.

A sharp whistle cut through the chaos. I turned my head just in time to see it, a silver arrow slicing through the air, its tip glowing faintly with wolfsbane. “Princess!” Kaius’s warning came too late. He threw himself in front of me, the arrow embedding deep into his chest with a sickening slash. He crashed on the floor, a low growl escaping him, as blood oozed beneath his fur. I stood frozen for a split second, and then a guttural howl left my throat

He was indifferent about killing Shea. However, Shea did not feel gratitude, and instead, she looked Dewey in the eyes. "As long as I live, I'll not let you lay your finger on the Sect Master." Her voice was frail but stern. Dewey's face changed and said, "Fine. Since you're courting death, I'll grant you your wish." Immediately, Dewey raised his hand, and a longsword appeared in his hand. That longsword was black. It was a Tungsten Gold Sword made of Frost Iron and a unique type of tungsten gold. It was considered a rare weapon in the Keygate Continent.

I shot off an arrow and the man fell to the ground, but many came behind him. As I shot arrows I continued to talk to Dylan. “Yes!” shoot, “We can have,” shoot, “coffee after this,” I grunted as I swung my sword, decapitating one of them. He was fairly good at using the sword. He moved in quick but fluid motions. He looked almost angelic. “Ahh!” He cried out as one of their swords connected with his shoulder, knocking him to his knees. He spun around and plunged the sword into the dead’s stomach, stopping him in his tracks.

Blood keeps trickling out of him, his body pale, his face slack. At the corner, I see Rodrick, and a pained whimper escapes my lips. He has two swords embedded in his chest, his eyes open, unseeing. And Arzhael... Arzhael's body doesn't even have a head. I feel a scream building in my throat, but it's trapped, unable to escape.

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!

Millions of Nightmares of all classes are gathered in front of a pitch black castle. Above the stairs are thirteen commanders, each wearing a white mask and carrying a Muerte Sword. Muerte Swords or Death Swords are the same as a Dark Crystal Sword that the Crimson Eyed Warriors use. The difference is that they do not dematerialize and they are capable of sucking the soul of their victim. These souls will add to the sword's strength and will pass the knowledge and skills of the victim's soul to its wielder. There are only 13 Muerte Swords in the Nightmare Empire and they are given to 13 compatible wielders.