Novel & Cerita Fanfic Arrow

Now it was confirmed—despite being her fated mate, Elijah's heart belonged solely to Elara and no one else. "The more you love that woman, the more I want to kill her!" Fiona shouted, glaring seriously at Elijah. Fiona lowered her head while Elijah, seated in his wheelchair, looked up at her. "You know, I never thought I'd see you like this—so pathetic. I didn't expect to feel nothing but pity and anger for you," Fiona said, taking a deep breath to gather her courage. She was determined to sever any connection with the man before her. "I am Fiona Arundel, and I reject you as my fated mate, Elijah Reed," Fiona declared. At that moment, she felt their bond shatter, and even Elijah's mark on he

I stood at the entrance, watching him. "Arrow," I called gently. He stopped and turned slowly, his face tight with pain and rage. "You fucking failed," I said. His jaw tightened and looked away. "I lost Night and Poison," he said, voice low and rough. "They're gone." My heart ached too. Night and Poison were my brothers too even though none of use were related by blood, just like arrow. "It was supposed to be Athena," I said quietly. "She was the target." Arrow picked up a chair and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and broke into pieces. He put both hands on the table in front of him, head down.

***TRIGGER WARNING*** This chapter contains a depiction of ‘blood magic’ which could be compared to self-harm or attempted suicide. Bronx’s POV Arrow pulls an arrow from his quiver and blows it after I tell him about Cason having rejected his fated mate. He rolls it with his fingers and it turns into crystal glass. I don’t know how he did it, but it’s the coolest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. “Is he going to shoot Cason with a glass arrow?” Saint watches quizzically.

Her fingers traced intricate patterns in the air, drawing the spell's power around her like an invisible cloak. As the spell took hold, Katya felt herself being pulled into Arthur's mind, the world around her dissolving into a swirl of colors and memories. She sifted through the layers of his consciousness, past recent events, deeper into the recesses of his past. The memories were fragmented, obscured by the magic that had been woven into his mind.

In a fit of rage, I returned his hit. He hissed, his fingers wrapping around my throat but then… Something cracked around, crumbling into purple powder. The barrier had been broken. Someone broke it. Just as I turned to see who it was, an arrow flew towards us at the speed of light. Me… Not me. It was heading for Stefan. Before Stefan could realize the impending doom. The arrow had pierced his arm. A groan ripped from his mouth as his fingers left my neck and while I took to my heels, one question kept popping up in my mind.

And as the Flashblubs exploded around us freezing the moment in the fake joy, I leaned in just slightly, my lips curling at the edge. "I'm going to destroy you, Damien Alaric." His eyes flickered for just a second. He heard me. Good.

“Is Rosalinda going to be there?” “Yep.” Our gang wouldn’t be complete without her. A real smile stretched my lips when my eyes found the bubbly blonde inside. The recent addition of cherry-red highlights to her hair stood out, and I had to admit it looked cool on her. “Took you long enough, Ari,” she chirped, dragging me to the seat. “Where’s your boyfriend?” I asked. “On a godforsaken island in the middle of nowhere.” “Oh.” That explained her mild irritation. Her boyfriend, Jeff, was an archaeologist.

She was sure that something was going on because Bryce had stopped eating some minutes ago, and his right hand was underneath the table. She was fuming inside, and with every second that ticked by, she felt her hatred for Carina increases to a thousand fold. The more Ava kept picturing them together, the more disgusted she was with them. She grabbed the champagne bottle, poured herself some wine, chugged it and poured out more. She clawed her fingers around her wineglass and cursed under her breath. ~ Kayla's heartbeat was still pounding but not as fast as it was earlier, and she had begun to get used to Alex's manly scent.

I didn't want to; I could do nothing but stay there until night. Freya is a good woman, fun to talk to and always full of knowledge. We stayed until dinner and if Phoenix and I were just going to face each other, I wouldn't get tired of it so my eyes hurt. Sirius is a bubbly, little kid. He's handsome, I can't believe Arrow is the father, that explains the uncanny resemblance of the kid and Phoenix! Because his brother's son! Wearing a sparkly little black dress, I stared at myself in the mirror. I smiled big as I straightened my curly hair.