Hunger Games Bows Novels & Stories

I think she didn't notice that these hoes too were made with bronze or she wouldn't have provided it'. 'But what if it doesn't get too close for you to hit it with the dagger?'. 'I can always throw it. I have good throwing hands or Someone else can get a good aim at it while I struggle with it'. 'Oh, I bet you're the smart type'. 'I try my best'. She shrugged. I went to where the bows and arrows were kept and took one with a dragon drawn on it. I noticed Irena giving me a curious look. 'I took shooting lessons for it back in middle school and between the arrow is also made of bronze'.

A voice calls to me, and I turn around to meet Artemis’ eyes. In his hand is an outstretched bow that looks different from the ones everyone else was given, fancier and more ancient looking, and I immediately guess that it’s something that probably runs in his family. “Will I burst into flames if I touch this?” I ask cautiously, doubting the reason behind the gesture. He rolls his eyes at me. “If you’re going to show up looking like shit at the last moment, you might as well fire an arrow for the heck of it.” He says plainly.

That's right, no one would look your way when you're gone. My brows furrowed. What was that? I looked at Leah who was busy ogling the place – she walked up towards a rack of equipment hanging from it and picked up a longbow. She caressed it like a baby in her hands, her finger tips brushing the wood gently – turning it over to the side and she picked up a few dozen of arrows on her other free hand.

She reckoned me to a seat next to my cousin Belle and repeat my name, “Hearthrowe, Rubin?” “He-Here,” I cleared my throat and huffed, “Here, miss.” Professor Bow gave me a kind smile, mentioning the students on her list and finishing it with Zeal, Rose. “Good morning my dear students!" I glance at Professor Bow as she flew up the platform, her bright yellow wings trailing behind her along with her long white robe, resembling a wedding trail. "Today, we are going to have the Sagittis : focusing on the art of making arrows. Everyone, please bring out your sets." My fellow students shuffled on their seats as they took their twigs out along with some feathers and scrap iron.

The flaming red color of the whole bow was enough to make me fall in love with it though. I mouthed thanks to Pollies, as I quickly strapped the paired red quiver that holds the arrows for the bow. I took one and positioned it on the arrow rest. Let’s see if I still got it. As I stretched the bowstring back, memories started flooding my mind— great memories, but dangerous ones as well. I pushed back the thoughts as I took a deep breath in before aiming at the gigantic creature’s only eye. And then I let go. Thug! One of the gigantic creatures fell down to the ground, loosening its grip on Daxel’s upper body. The thud was so heavy that it could have caused an earthquake.

I took my bow and quiver with me and the training began “ I will teach you one or two things today that you have to hold at the back of your mind” he said and nodded He nudge me to take out my bow and quiver and shoot “ draw” “ hold” “ release". My quiver struck the center. “ perfect” lukas stepped behind me “ I see you have been training and you are improving.” His hands adjusted mine and I felt the bond instantly. “ Your grip is strong… but tense. Try again ” he holds my hands and I release the quiver. I scored a perfect point.

Jacob looks surprised, his brow furrowed. "But it's so late," he says, his eyes wide and lazy. Jacob gives me a puzzled look, but he doesn't question me further. He follows me into my room and pulls out his phone. "What kind of weapon would you like to learn to use?" he asks, scrolling through his phone. I think for a moment, then say, "I want to learn how to use a bow and arrow." Jacob nods, his expression thoughtful. "That's a good choice," he says. "It's a weapon that takes skill and concentration to master."

I was so excited to see that little bow that might help me out, I snatched that from his hand immediately. "Thank you...! This will do...!" I was busy aiming with the bow. But I felt those two brothers were aiming at each others, why? ********************

Our pack cannot have a weakened Alpha. And what if Lycans see this as a chance to strike? Walking away would affect more than just me. The whole pack would feel it. And once more, I set the thought aside. On my way home, I shopped and bought a wooden bow. Bailey has always loved hunting. In our pack, even young pups can join simple, safe hunting activities before they can shift. They use wooden bows and small training swords to prepare them for the real thing. She’s wanted her own bow for as long as I can remember.

She had seen the gilded cage, and part of her hated how its comforts had left a faint, traitorous longing in her bones. The great hall was a cavern, its ceiling lost in darkness, lit by fire pits and torches that guttered in the drafts. Trophies hung on the walls—not tapestries, but the banners of fallen enemies, the massive antlers of mountain elk, and strange, intricate maps carved into wooden panels. At the head of the room, on a simple stone dais, stood a chair made of interlocking elk antlers. Lord Valerius did not sit in it. He stood before a great carved map of the Iron Pass, his fingers tracing lines only he could see.