Hunger Games Bows Novels & Stories

“If Lu saw you right now, he’d be so pissed off. Alpha suits you.” I smirk. “Let’s see if I can keep people alive before you go slapping Alpha on me.” I clap his arm and go to the supply boxes. Hopefully, Bastian came through because I’ll definitely need what I’m looking for now. I went through the piles and found a long box. “There you are.” I say to myself. I open the long box to a black, shining compound bow and carbide arrows with triple blade arrow heads. I hold an arrow in front of me, twisting the shaft in my fingers. The blades flash the sunlight as they turn.

Troy explained there was recently some trouble and Professor Pops was reassembling the magical creatures, but he didn't give more detail. We weren't there for the purpose of studying the creatures anyway. Troy walked toward the back and unlocked the door to what appeared to be a weapon's room. "Pick your poison," he said, flipping on the light. It buzzed and flickered the way old lights did. I picked up the weapon closest to me. It was a brushed onyx bow. A quiver of arrows sat next to it, though the feathers on the ends weren't feathers at all but made of thin strips of metal. I gently brushed the tips of my fingers along the stiff fibers. While still in Sharra, the bow had been a weapon I

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

No wait the goblet fell onto someone! The Lowell stood firm and shook like a dog trying to get the liquid off. It was too late and now the bonding had been sealed. Rudina stared in disbelief as a mark appeared on her wrist but not on Hunters. Rudina grabbed her bow and aimed an arrow at the creature's head.

She felt uncomfortable as if she had been betrayed. “They only sell pills and weapons in the store. Although I heard that there will be other things later, I think these two types of products are enough.” Rover caressed one of the daggers in amazement. He felt that this weapon was really suitable for him. It would be perfect for him if he could master it. Scarlet noticed his infatuation and walked over. She picked up a bow that looked very imposing and wondered how much it cost. “This bow looks okay, but isn’t it useless without arrows? Only a fool would buy such a thing!” Scarlet said in disdain, fidgeting with the bow nonchalantly.

“It looks as if you have made your decision.” “I will try your way . . . for a while,” he said, scratching at his head with one hand and dragging in the dirt behind an unnotched end. “What is the importance of the bow?” “It belonged to my mother.” “It is best if you carry it over your shoulder like this,” and Poe showed him. “That way the tip will not be so misused by rock and dirt.” The bow looked to be of good, solid yew, but ill cared for. The leather handgrip was frayed and tattered and one of the notches looked to be split.

Tall. Bareheaded despite the cold. Dark hair braided with silver rings. A scar crossed one eye. She stepped forward. And dropped to one knee. Every warrior behind her did the same. Snow whispered across their armor. The woman lowered her head. “Crown-Bearer.” Lyra stared. Cassian went rigid behind her. Lucien’s knife flashed into his hand. The woman looked up. Her one good eye fixed on Lyra. “We have waited eighteen years for your blood to return north.”

I didn't think there would be any human or Elvian hiding in the short shrub. Knowing that I immediately took an arrow from the quiver and tried to pull the bow like Katniss Everdeen in The Hunger Games movie. My eyes remained focused on the target, and I got ready to release the arrow without hesitation. We would be lucky enough to get four-horned sheep because that animal was usually located near the Elvian town. The black market and collectors would surely pay very high for its horns and nails. Perhaps, I could live with luxury for a few weeks.

"Incredible, Hayes! He hit the bullseye, and the girl's unharmed!" Hayes silently observed the terror etched across the girl's pale face, an unsettling sense of satisfaction washing over him. He reveled in her appearance – the way she was visibly frightened but refused to beg for mercy. Her resilience ignited something within him. He tossed the bow and arrow to his teammates. "You guys play. I'll watch. Remember, each of you only gets one shot." "Aww, just one? That's no fun, Hayes. Are you falling for this pretty girl?"

I asked him back and he reluctantly nodded before stepping near the food place where everyone have the food together. I can feel the stares and whispers from the moment I stepped inside, but I acted like I am not getting any of that attention and sat before Colton on the stools. “Why does no one has bows?” I questioned Colton. “Men feels that they are weak weapons in this place. Some women learn the weapon, but in a limited level.” He explained. “You all men here are still in backward time.” I mumble frowning at his words. “Have your food calmly.” He mumbled teasingly.