I Took An Arrow Through The Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I can’t hear you.” The line kept cutting. My body went still. This didn’t feel right. “Hello? Who is this?” I asked again, more alert now. A cold feeling crept up my spine. I took a careful step back, ready to return to the main hall. But before I could, I could see a shadow of someone move behind me. I barely had time to turn. A sharp iron arrow was stuck in the left side of my chest. Pain exploded instantly. “Ah—!”

My eyes scanned the area and then I saw something strange. A movement in the bushes. My mouth opened too late. I couldn’t warn him. The arrow was already flying through the air. I jumped at him, pushing him out of harm's way but I wasn’t so lucky. The arrow pierced through my shoulder, lodging itself in my body. My body dropped to the ground and pain exploded through my body.

It was a sudden outburst that made me jump from my seat. When I recovered and tried to find out what had happened, I saw an arrow in his side. Someone had shot him with an arrow laced with wolfsbane. He screamed, shaking, trembling. Blood was seeping gently from his side. I rushed to hold him. He called my name, asking me to stay alive while he found me in another life. “No!”. I tore his shirt off and tried to pull out the arrow but it was stuck. “Hold on, we’ll get through this together”.

I quickened my pace, my heart pounding in my chest as I hurried along. Just as I was about to turn a corner, I felt every hair on my body stand on edge. Turning on my heels swiftly, I heard the sound come at me before I even saw it—a gleaming arrow hurtling through the air as it came straight at me. Panic surged through me, and I tried to react—to counter or dodge, maybe—but before I could alter my move, someone stepped right in front of me, a human shield against the deadly projectile. My eyes widened in disbelief as I looked up to see that Kai had taken the arrow meant for me. It was a horrifying sight, a grunt erupting from his clenched jaw as he staggered backward, a look of pain contort

Suddenly, her heart could no longer bear it anymore, thinking about how their last moment with each other went. Her body trembled so badly but she tried to go nearer, she buried her face in his bloodied chest as she gave him a tight embrace. "No, I can't go on without you and our children, please." She begged, though she knows there would be no use of it as he is no longer breathing and the arrow that was burrowed in his heart was enough to kill him in one go. A steel arrow is a sure way to kill a werewolf. But to aim it at the heart guarantees death even more.

When Alpha finally lowered her child to her lap to play with the other children, there I again focused my attention on the heart I was going to hit. His face was wide open, unobstructed and unobstructed. A poisonous arrow pierced his skin, he was at an end. I closed my eyes again and when I woke up, I pointed my arrow at him again. I let out a deep breath. When my arrow finally slipped from the bowstring and flew fast into the air, there I held my breath. The arrow was plunging fast but in my eyes, it was too slow. Nearer and nearer. Coming soon.

It can’t fucking be. And then, sharp and sudden, I feel it. A searing pain in my chest. I look down to see an arrow protruding from my heart, its shaft slick with my own blood and black with oak venom. A laugh bubbles up my throat, crazed and broken. I let my head fall back, howling my mirth at the uncaring stars as tears stream down my face. I laugh until I can’t anymore, until the poison in my blood turns each breath to molten agony. My shirt is soaked with blood, the fabric squelching obscenely as I struggle to stand. I know my heart is stuttering in my chest, the beats irregular and shallow, but I feel no pain.

The blade was still in his chest. "Isabella, look at me," Dante cupped my face. "Don't look at him." I nodded, but my body began to shake uncontrollably. Fear, rage, and a profound sense of relief washed over me, leaving me breathless. "I want to go home..." my voice was small. "We're going home now," Dante held me tighter. "Right now..." My vision blurred, and my body felt heavy. The last thing I heard before I passed out was Dante calling my name.

Perhaps this is really my end. All that surviving and this is how I die. As the men seemed to lunge at me, I closed my eyes for my dear life. Then there was a gunshot. My heart hammered in my chest and I clutched my body, inspecting where my wound was. However, I couldn't feel anything. I have never been shot before and god forbid it happens but I know it would've severely hurt if I was hit. I looked up at the guys who were chasing me and saw that one of them was on the ground. Then I finally noticed it.

I gasped in pain and let go of her neck, staggering back, my vision going white for a moment. She stumbled back too, coughing and holding her throat, her voice raw. "One of us, or maybe both, will die here today. And it's going to be—" Suddenly, she stopped speaking. Her eyes went wide, and blood dripped from her mouth as she slowly looked down at the sharp arrow that had just shot through her heart from behind. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; my eyes widened in shock, the pain in my own body momentarily forgotten. Joshua, her mate, had done this to her, standing just beyond the tree line with the bow still raised, his face a mask of devastation and resolve.