Legolas Arrow Novels & Stories

I didn't have time to shout. I dropped my reins. I pulled my massive yew bow from my back and snatched a heavy, flanged iron arrow from my quiver in a single, fluid motion. These arrows were designed to punch through steel armor; they were the only thing that could pierce a rogue boar’s skull. I knocked the arrow. I pulled the heavy bowstring back until the fletching brushed my cheek. My golden eyes locked onto the exact spot between the boar’s red eyes. I was the Warlord of the Blackwood. I had never missed a shot in my life. I was going to drop the beast dead before it could take a single step toward Elian.

"Enchantment, Dragon's breath." The arrow began to release a brown glow. The mirage of a dragon appeared in the "arrowhead" and disappeared a couple of seconds later. When the longbow came accompanied by the chief smith, the Chief took the weapon in hands and talked a bit with the man, who was a bit stunned about the crazy idea but decided to give his review after seeing it in action. "Enchantment, Anguish." The reddish bark of the longbow began to glow brightly, three circles appeared in front of the longbow, and another three covered the Chief's forearm.

His gazes were so focused on his reference that he didn't even bother to at least glance at her. Archer sat there while drawing on his sketch pad. He's way so good at hiding his emotions, all he gives off was a senseless presence. But the vibe he has been trying to show is simply direness, and that made Selah feel bothered. Despite the gloomy aura that the man has, Selah stood there trying to read every movement that Archer has been doing. His hands were gently holding the pencil as he tried to perfectly sketch the details of his reference. His fingers were so flawless that they could produce balanced shades of tinted hues onto the paper he was working on. Her eyes landed on his face, and sh

He growled loudly and his two horns spurt out from his forehead. Prince Aragorn with his Vampire speed ran to meet him and only stop few feet away from Dark. By now everyone attention were on them. "You shouldn't have done that and now, I'm really mad." Dark told him. Prince Aragorn was fast and brought out one of his legs to kick Dark but Dark caught it and before he could do something to the leg he was holding, Aragorn released arrows made of black smoke on Dark. Releasing Aragorn's leg as he moved backwards away from the Prince. He ignores the arrows penetrating his body and looks at Aragorn in curiosity.

Becking with his hand, a group of elves stepped forward and bowed before the man. The elf-lord of the Silvan Elves was just about to give them orders concerning the arrangement for Luna's friends when he sensed a familiar presence grace his throne room. "Aragorn, I did it!"

A picture of a huge wolf and a lioness in a staring contest. Since Ara couldn't stand the sight of the whore she looked at the serious Vanluke. "A promise is a promise." "Yes," Vanluke waited no time. He took Fedor's gun from its holster and handed it to her. "Sir!" Czar is not in favor of whatever will happen. He quickly moved to get the gun from Vanluke but Fedor had prevented him from taking it. Ara was handed the gun. To her own surprise she wasn't the least bit scared. Vanluke switched off the safety button. She pointed it at his stomach.

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

They must protect this land, even if it meant dying on the battlefield. They could never allow these foreign invaders to cross the border, not even by one step. A strong oppressive force became more and more apparent as that man drew nearer to them. It felt the same as the instance when the momentum of a Demigod had fully suppressed a Transformation warrior. In the face of absolute strength, the weaklings were powerless to fight back. Legolas forcibly drew the long bow, which weighed as much as a mountain. He aimed at the figure flying toward him and shot an arrow at him. The speed of this arrow flying in the air was much slower. In the end, it vanished directly into the air before reaching

Sarah aggressively answered Legolas. "Is she mine?" Legolas asked with a small smile. He had a daughter. He'd always wanted a daughter. And here she was standing in front of her. If she was his daughter. She looked around the right age. Before Sarah could reply, she punched him as hard as she could. This resulted in him stumbling backwards, tripping and hitting his head against the wall. Legolas stood back up, clutching his head swaying back and front. He lifted his eyes up to look at Sarah before passing out.

Internal Breath-forged arrows streaked like jets of comets. Spearheading the charge, Lei Bao summoned his magic. Strands of electricity coiled around him as if he was a lightning rod as he raised a hand and fired a blast of lightning at the shining-white arrow. Boom! The glowing white arrow-like energy bolt easily defeated his lightning blast and pierced through his protective aura and pummeled into his chest with a dull but sonorous thud. With a caterwauling scream, Lei Bao tumbled backward.