Hunger Games Bows Novels & Stories

"To make your bow sing true, You'll need a sacrifice fresh and new. Steal the crimson hue, and draw some blood, Bless each arrow then all will be deemed as good. ╘══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╛ My wristband buzzed impatiently. I hesitated, staring at the riddle. The dare seemed cruel, yet refusing was not an option. I picked up my bow and quiver of arrows, running my fingers along the smooth wood. I guess I had no choice left to take, I would have to tarnish this weapon I had grown to love.

Hunt mumbled, excusing himself. I watched as Mildred demonstrated how to use the bow and arrow. Penelope watched every movement as if she was trying to engrave it into her memory. I couldn't help the slight itch of jealousy that bloomed in my chest at the sight of the small smile that blossomed across her face, lighting up her breathtaking features as Mildred handed the bow over to her. I couldn't help but wish that her smile was directed at me instead of my lead warrior and friend. I forced out of my momentary spiral as Gregory's voice filled my head, demanding I return to the throne room.

“Yet here we are getting ready to scout out a place I’m breaking into for the Kingdom.” “Touché.” She laughs breaking her stance. “Think I can have one of these?” She holds up the mini crossbow twisting it in her wrist. “Knock yourself out,” I say, giving her permission to keep it. “There are more arrows in the second drawer down.” “Sweet!” Her eyes light up as she looks over the selection of arrows lined up. There are plain steel ones, silver ones, gold-plated ones, and my personal favorite the ones that held poison in the tips.

His pupils flashed a pale yellow colour for a spilt second. "Heaven's bow", his soft mumble produced a bright light in his left clenched fist. It was his bow wielding arm. The light spread in a half circle, producing a bow made entirely of fire. The temperature of the bow was quite high, the uncomfortable look on Abe's face saying it all. Jake had a look of pure concentration on his face.

He couldn't believe what I had just done. "I have never seen a lady like you that can use a bow this big." He said. His voice was a bit hushed, maybe because he was still surprised to see a woman firing an arrow with great force. Without another word, he quickly went to his chest and rummaged through it. He was looking for something and when he found it, he turned to me and presented a bow made from the finest metal. The metal that was used for the body had a golden color and it shined when light was reflected on it. It wasn't as big as the bow that I just used but it was enough for me to hold tightly.

“Yes, I would like to try.” “Then let’s have a competition!” Ethan suggested. “The winner will get to have all of Mom’s cookies!” He grinned proudly, bouncing on his heels as he handed Rowan his bow. He already had his own lighter bow on his back. A frown crossed his face. “But Raina doesn’t have her own bow.” “She will use mine,” Rowan said, looking at me. “I had this one customised to suit my tastes, but it shouldn’t be hard for you to use.”

Besides, almost everyone carried poultices or treasures with them. Zephyr frowned at the stench of blood in the air. He quickly ran over to the archer’s corpse, picking up his scoreboard. “He already has two thousand points? He must’ve killed many people with this method!” Zephyr sighed. ‘His bow and arrow doesn’t seem to be of common make either!’ Zephyr thought to himself as he looked at the bow. The bow had intricate carvings of rune on its body. Observing it, light shimmered from it. ‘A fine bow!’ he thought, as he reached for it. However a voice soon came after, interrupting him. “Hold it boy!” A boom followed this voice which rippled through the surrounding area.

Her hair was wild and tangled, falling over her shoulders like a dark cloud. But her eyes... her eyes were the most terrifying thing in the room. They were glowing with a brilliant, lethal silver light that was brighter than the torches. She was holding a heavy black bow, made of wood as dark as night. Another silver arrow was already notched to the string. The bow was pulled back so tight that I could hear the wood creaking and groaning under her unnatural strength. She was not pointing the arrow at Elena. She was not pointing it at the Elders or the guards.

Radio Flashlight Fire starter Stake Knife Flares Something iron Something silver Bow and arrows Food and water for one day I looked at my list and hoped that I was remembering everything. I wasn't very good with the bow, Dad bought it for me after I read Hunger Games and begged him for one. I tried to shoot with it a few times but got bored. I was going to have to remedy that.

Niamh stood behind him and whispered, "Beau, if you take Bambi down, your father will be so proud of you." Beau's eyes lit up with excitement, but he hesitated almost immediately. "Bambi is really strong! I can't beat her!" "But you have your crossbow now," Niamh reminded him, her heart pounding with excitement. "You're an unbeatable little sharpshooter!" Beau gripped the mechanical crossbow and squinted one eye, taking his aim. He had never been able to overpower Bambi before. But now, things were different. "Bambi! Watch this!"