Hunger Games Bows Novels & Stories

I’m so sorry I put you through that, I didn’t mean to—’ ‘It’s fine, Amelia! I’m fine!’ She held my shoulders, ‘The fact that you stood up for me when you just met me, really means a lot,’ she hugged me. As she pulled back from the hug, I glanced down at the bow, amazed that I was able to adjust so easily to one I was not used to. It’s not only weighted uniquely but it’s also designed and shaped differently, unlike any bow I’ve ever used before. ‘What the hell is all the commotion?’ A new male voice emerged from the other end of the party, ‘I disappeared for twenty minutes to grab more drinks and snacks, and it sounds like I’ve missed out on all the excitement!’

We set up for the contest. Killian, ever the silent observer, stepped forward, a gleam of amusement in his eyes as he handed me a bow. It was a beautiful piece, crafted from silver wood and adorned with delicate carvings that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. It was his own. "For you, my dear," he said, his voice laced with a playful undertone. "May the best archer win."

The size of the room itself hinted how huge this building might have been? The youth’s body was loaded with several professional Archery Gears such as professional chest protectors, appealing arm guards, wrist slings, back tension releasers, as well as shooting gloves. However, the most charming piece of equipment was his Compound Hunting Bow itself. This compound bow appeared to have been solidly constructed by Ellipse-Wood, a very rare material in several parts of the world. He kept shooting arrows from his quiver at the target, one after the other.

Sebastian clearly said. " That's not fair," I murmured to myself. " So you can take this one, Sydney," Noah gave me the Bow and arrow. I still need to figure out how to use it. " Yeah, I will teach you. It's essential to have a bow and arrow at least one person in a group," Issac said taking it and aimed at a specific wall where there's a Minotaur shaped Board that was kept just for practice. Iam only noticing it now. He released the arrow and it perfectly touched the Minotaur one eye.

“HE’S A FUCKING PREDATOR! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS? HE EATS MEAT! HE HUNTS HIS PREY AND KILLS IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? YOU’RE MEAT AND PREY ALL WRAPPED UP WITH A PRETTY BOW! FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, NATASHA! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?” I jerked away from him. “THE ONLY CREATURES IN THESE WOODS WHO HUNT ME ARE YOU GUYS!,” I screamed hysterically. I turned around and took off towards home. I didn’t stop running until I reached my porch. I put my key in the lock and tried to turn it. It didn’t move. I frowned and pulled the key out. I double checked that I had the right key, before trying again. Still nothing. I knocked on the door and waited for my mother to answer the door. She hadn’t

Even in my dreams, I am not half as elegant. When she makes it to the end of the line, she twirls elegantly before bowing, blowing kisses to either side of her while the other Legacies applaud. “Now your turn,” Atticus gives me an encouraging smile as if he wasn’t asking me to follow a masterpiece. “Um, okay…I guess I’ll try," I mumble, feeling less sure now than I was before I saw her demonstration. “Um, okay,” Evie mocks as she retakes her seat. Atticus gives her a sharp glare. She shrugs. “What?”

~ The forest ground is wet; the tall trees swallow them whole, with the smell of damp leaves, earth, and the faint musk of prey already scattering from the noise. Kieran moves fast as he weaves through branches, his eyes scanning his surroundings for movement, and suddenly, a deer bolts ahead. Immediately, he raises his bow, but a sharp whistle zips past his ear. His instinct screams, and he dodges fast, and the arrow flies and pierces through the animal before it even makes another step. “Hey!” Kieran shouts, turning sharply and watching as Sage steps out from behind a tree with a smirk, heading towards the dead deer.

“I need it, Magnus. It’s important to me.” “I have a surprise for you,” I simply replied. I left briefly and returned from my study with the custom bow I had ordered weeks ago. The wood gleamed with intricate carvings and the string felt perfectly balanced for her reach. I had designed it specifically for her height and strength after deeply studying reports of her style. Keira’s eyes widened as I placed it in her hands along with a quiver of matched arrows. “This is beautiful. You are the best. I thought I left everything back at Iron Wood, now I’ve got my equipment. The only thing missing is a tutor.”

Natalia screamed. From the third cargo tender, Alpha Torin didn't rise to his full height; he simply dropped his weight against the iron frame of a grain crate, his massive arms drawing a captured imperial composite bow until the horn limbs groaned under the tension. He didn't use a standard steel point; the arrow tip was wrapped in a rag soaked in the pungent, greasy lard used to grease the piston rods. The bowstring snapped with a sharp, metallic twang.

“Daron, didn’t you tell me she’s a lady? You changing her clothes means seeing her whole nakedness.” “And what do you suggest we do?” I snapped. “Leave her to die in that cloth? Her clothes are dirty and torn, plus she’s unconscious. Someone has to help her.” He hesitated, glancing between us, then sighed. “I suppose you’re right.” “Take this,” I said, passing him the bow Lily made during the attack. She made it from scraps in minutes. The design resembles the Three-Arrow crossbow. “You are right about that,” Tan said, turning it over in his hands. “She’s talented and resourceful just by looking at this.”