Deathstroke Sword Arrow Novels & Stories

In the distance, Draco notches three arrows and lets loose all of them. Without letting up, david continues to release arrow by arrow. The Draco roars in desperation as it gets pelted by the sharp points of each arrow. Unlike Elizabeth who had to take time with each arrow, David didn’t need to wait. He was already good with the bow. He just never had a reason to use it. Unleashing a single arrow, the Draco feels its neck get pierced once then an arrow strikes the same spot, splitting the shaft in half but embedding a 2nd arrowhead deep into the Draco’s body.

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."

Celea behind you" a knight that was fallen to the ground used his last energy to make a one last kill and that sword was targeting Celea but the Duke jumped right in front that sword and took the stab for her Celea was terrified at the scene before her it was her father with a sword thru his stomach. The Duke fell into her arms Celea fell to her knees with him still in her arms " No...." he took her cheeks on his palms " be...happy...my daughter" " father..." the Duke smiled before completely passing away "NNNNOOOOO!!!!" * Boom* a very stong wind came from Celea that flew every thing away Monica took the butler and teleported away

I could feel the bile rising in my throat. We made our way along the trail to the field hospital where Alpha Draven was being treated. The nurse stopped us as we entered. After explaining why we were here, she walked us down to the treatment room. Alpha Draven lay asleep in the bed. He had tubes running from his arm to the I.V. stand next to him. He had only regained consciousness a few times. The silver from the sword had been dipped in wolfsbane and arsenic. The combination would be deadly for most wolves. He looked frail compared to his normal self, his eyes were sunken in and his skin was as pale as the white sheets he slept on.

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.

He clenched his teeth and raised the sword again. The remaining five didn't charge. They circled him, slow, wolves around wounded prey. He turned with them, sword point sweeping outward, tracking each direction. Blood dripped from his arm into the snow, punching tiny craters where it fell. The bowstring sang again. The arrow came from behind. It punched through below his right shoulder blade and exited beside his collarbone. He looked down at the arrowhead jutting from his chest—silver-white, slick with blood. His knees buckled. He caught himself on his sword, refused to go down. He lifted his head. The five men had spread out, waiting for him to fall. He gripped the sword, its point tracing

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."