Deathstroke Sword Arrow Novels & Stories

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.

His face twists in pain, as if it was he who had a sword buried in his chest. A fresh burst of pain explodes beneath my breast; something hits me. I stumble backwards on my feet, look down, and the sword hilt is gone, replaced with a crimson-feathered shaft. An arrow, shot clean through my heart. Blood soaks into fine golden fabric, under the cover of a dark green traveling cloak.

Elke said, not looking at her. She looked harried and scattered, as if pulled into many directions at once. Sheera followed her as she went into her inner room. She dug out some places, removed some fabrics. "He was shot with an arrow poisoned with Blackfrost," she explained as she sought for whatever it was she was looking for. "It is one of the most deadly poisons to ever exist. Not even the most powerful witch can survive it. It's only made by witches which explains that this attack was done by a witch."

* death stare Celea hold her hand in the air than slowly closed her palm into a fist and you could see the air leaving the intruders body she then looked at the other intruder still in the position he was paralysed in and then soon got the same fate as his partner *bang* his body too fell to the ground "Commander are you alright ?"Michael shouted "What happened?" the other knights went also inside alerted by Michaels shouting "What happened here?" the knights shouted looking at the bodies lying on the floor

The thousands of beams of blazing bladed energy wrapped around all the sharp arrows made of water! The blazing bladed energy melted the sharp arrows into countless streams of water vapor, which then rose into the air... "Seven Kills Tyrannical swordskill!" "Illusion Final Strike!" "Break!" Zephyr Khan was sharp-eyed and bright. In this extremely quiet atmosphere, he drew a shocking sword in the air...

This was not the time to lose control. Caleb raised the bow again, pointing it at my chest. “I’d advise you to tread carefully, Alpha,” he said with a smirk. “This arrow, it’s not just a normal one. It’s coated with wolfsbane and silver.” He smiled wider. “Just one shot and one tiny mistake can make this arrow go through your chest and you will die in seconds.” Seraya gasped behind me, and I could feel her hold on to my shirt again, looking at the bow.

My head swam with frustration, I was powerless in all of these matters because of this damn bracelet. I heard rustling in the bushes just a few feet from where I sat, my stomach turned as I thought of all the creatures that could possibly be lying in wait for me. I stood slowly bracing myself to start running again when I suddenly felt something whistle past me leaving and excruciating pain in my left shoulder, it was an arrow. Was Draven really trying to kill me? I let out a Yelp as the pain struck me, causing me to fall backwards onto the ground and hitting my head on the cluster of rocks next to the large tree I had rested on. A dark figure appeared from the darkness of the bushes, his f

Why are we the ones hunted, the ones who were the aftermath of such ruined lives we called ‘normal’? Sweat glimmered on both of our foreheads, fighting leathers clung to our skin perfectly, and red flared in Arrow’s cheeks, brown eyes wide, and with one finally thrust of my metal blade, Arrow’s sword flung out of his hands. With one hand, blind with rage, I gripped the poor boy's throat and forced him up on the solid wall. Celeste could’ve died from that lake water! And we had sent her into those inky waters blindly, telling her that her only lifeline was a mere rope? I should’ve fought harder, thought smarter-

metal didn't just break; it shattered into a thousand pieces. ​The violet light in my veins exploded. It wasn't a spark anymore. It was a supernova. The Scythe materialized in my hand, the blade twice as long as before, glowing with a lethal, toxic beauty. ​"I don't remember the coffee," Julian whispered, his back still toward me as he leveled his sword at Silas. "But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name."

Lamia rolled her eyes at me. “Any other evidence?” She asked, looking around the men in the room. “Yah actually,” I said, and walked around my desk to open the large in-wall safe I had. “Here, we found a silver-tipped arrow in one of the bodies. It had been dipped in nightshade. Deathly to were-bears.” I held out the arrow and a small gasp came from Lamia, her face went pale and she darted a look towards her father. “Oliver.” She whispered, taking a step back and sitting on the arm of the couch closest to the window.