Hunger Games Bows Novels & Stories

“When I warned you not to go too far with Nia, you smiled and told me you understood.” “Then I came back, and that child was lying there with barely a breath left in her.” He flung her down and strode to the weapons rack. A war bow came off the wall. Then a fistful of arrows. He turned and looked at her as though he were seeing a stranger for the first time. “I think you enjoy the hunt far more than you pretend.” “So let’s see how much you enjoy being the one under the string.” Liora’s whole body shook.

I could see the reluctance and the fear being that forced smile. I raised an eyebrow. “We?” he grinned. “You didn’t think I was going to let you walk into the royal hunt without making sure you survive, did you?” he raised an eyebrow with a sly smile on his face. “We start now, bring your bow and arrows.” I looked at him. “Go, Helena, we don’t have time to waste.” I frowned but went and got the bow anyway. We sat under the peach tree. Zane looked over my bow and arrows. “You need a new bow, look at how worn this string is and look at the arrows, they are chirped.”

Dylan’s POV I wrestled with my growing attraction for my warrior mate but my eyes narrowed to slits on their own accord when I saw Dominic signal for a bow and a quiver of poison darted arrows. He was going to shoot at her too ? That was not announced and included in the challenge beforehand !! This was cheating !

"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.

When it reached up to the sky a mist descended upon the pack as Sam leaped through the air turning into a shimmering silver wolf. “Awhooo!” She howled to the sky and the rest of the pack began turning into their wolves and bowing deeply to her. Nick turned as well and his white wolf stood proudly behind Sam as she charged into the forest with everyone following. A herd of white tailed deer ran from the descending wolves, the slower ones fell to their death as several wolves leaped onto their backs. Each kill that was made was drug to Samantha, offering her the best buck and bowing in submission before the rest of the wolves tore into the other carcasses that she had not chosen.

he said, calming a little from the calmness surrounding Rose and the pleasing sweet scent of her. Gently grabbing the bow by the grip, Rose carefully lifted it up out of the box and let it rest in her hand for a second to feel the weight of it. It felt different from any other bow she had held before and it seemed like the weight of it changed as he moved it around. Turning her hand slightly to look it over, Rose saw that the bow string was also golden and though it looked like it would cut into your flesh if you touched it, it felt just right as she ran a finger over it. "It's beautiful" she said as she looked at the back of it to see what the symbols were. The symbols looked foreign. Unlik

Even so, dense and bloody holes appeared on Yohan's bottom. However, Yohan still spoke through gritted teeth, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, but just don't let that thing run away!" "It won't be able to escape!" Heidi replied confidently. Caspian turned to Heidi and saw her stabbing her longsword into the ground. Then, she took out a big bow from her storage sack and quickly drew it. Under the sunlight, the bow reflected a dazzling silver light, and it appeared majestic and invincible. "The eight-grade sharp weapon — The Falling Stars and Moon Bow! Heidi, you managed to trade it!" Sebastian was pleasantly surprised.

"I've just received a new bow as a gift from a servant who brought it from another kingdom. And I'm going to test it out on these lovely maids." I felt a surge of horror as Sylvester raised the bow and aimed it at the maids. He fired, and two of the maids fell to the ground, their bodies twitching in agony. The arrows pierced one in the heart, and the other in the forehead. Obviously, they didn't survive it. Sylvester laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Excellent," he said, examining the bow with a critical eye. "This is indeed a fine weapon. And now, I need someone to clean up this mess."

Not until I stumbled upon a hidden room. Inside, four modern bows were displayed—one white, one red, one gold, and a stunning black bow with intricate carvings. Without hesitation, I reached for the black bow. There was something about it—something almost familiar. The delicate engravings, the balance of the grip—it was unlike anything I had ever seen. I was so mesmerized that I didn't even notice someone watching me. “Lady Rosaline.” The deep voice startled me. I turned sharply, my gaze meeting Master Stephen’s. My fingers instinctively released the bow, as if touching it had burned me.

Couldn't they find anything better to talk about? My eyes trailed to the bright-red bow and arrow sitting just ahead on the wooden pedestal. It was the weapon meant for the groom during the hunt. Right now, no one wielded it. Right now, no one could but I stared towards the weapon and I stared at it. Then, after making sure no one was there, I lifted it. Effortlessly. My hands didn't shake. Not for one second. Instead, they felt alive. Like they were meant for carrying axes and not buckets. I ignored the clothes I'd been ordered to collect and picked the bow and arrow.