Legolas Arrow Novels & Stories

A male. I grab the girls and toss them in the shelter of two large cottonwood trees. “Do not move,” I whisper, but Lora teeters to the side, her rocks falling out of her pockets. I lunge for her, losing my grip on Shosh’s collar, and the little devil jumps out from behind the tree with her bow outstretched and an arrow primed and ready. The word, “No,” doesn’t even have time to leave my lips before the arrow darts through the air, sure and straight.

Lucas called her in a loud, commanding voice. “Got it, boss,” Luna replied, as if she’d known what Lucas meant. She raised her right hand and a sudden golden light flashed above her. After a few seconds, her enchanted bow appeared as the light faded. Then she aimed towards the archers above and began shooting three arrows at once. Luna missed no shots as she slowly wiped out the archers; some were hit in the head, while some fell from the high crenellations. Arth stared in amazement at how the arrows quickly materialized to replace the ones that had just been released. Then he looked up and swung his Blackwinter to intercept another projectile, slashing every incoming arrow on his way.

I rolled back onto my back. “Luc, Look.” I propped myself up onto my elbow. Cedar was standing bow in hand. He looked so confident with the bow stretched and his chin up. He let an arrow loose. It hit the target. He breathed in, nocked another arrow and let it loose. It also found the target.

"Begin!" Levi shot his three arrows just as Arisa jumped back. Each landed a foot from the other with the first one landing exactly where Arisa had stood. He got three more arrows and lined them up on the string of his bow. He shot one arrow after the other. Arisa managed to block all three with her swords, but Levi had used this as a distraction and shot two more arrows. One snagged the cloth of the pants on her right leg and stuck it to the ground while the other did the same to her left leg.

I sighed. “Layla, it will be painful,” I said and held the arrows. She groaned and nodded painfully. “Make it fast!” she said while gritting her teeth and she took a deep breath. Without a signal, I pulled out the arrow from her arms. She cried out in pain and breathed heavily. But she suddenly felt weak. I stared at the arrow and my heart rate quickens when my gaze fixated on the green substance left in the arrow. What shocked me was, I know who is the owner of this arrow.

From her fingertips to her wrist was covered in blood, not hers, but his. “I- I can’t do it,” he heaved heavily. Lily swallowed as she looked at the arrow. The arrow had a spell on it, and it kept protruding deeper into his flesh. The spell was aiming for his heart. “Damn it!” exclaimed Solomon. The arrow was heard slippering and sliding into his chest. It was making slushing sounds as it squeezed it’s way into him. There were blood oozing out of his wound. Solomon let out another painful roar.

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.

Elara's touch on my arm was light but reassuring, helping me secure the arrow. "Now comes the fun part," Elara said, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Take a deep breath, Luna. Focus on the target, not the bow. Feel the pull of the string as you draw it back, but don't jerk. Imagine you're drawing a thread of moonlight." I closed my eyes, picturing the cool, silver glow of moonlight bathing the practice field. I drew the string back, the tension building steadily. Elara's words echoed in my mind, urging me towards a calmness I wasn't sure I possessed.

He held out the tall yew longbo Sam turned red. "It wasn't an arrow, it was a dagger, dragonglass . . . " He knew what would happen if he took the bow. He would miss the butt and send the arrow sailing over the dike off into the trees. Then he'd hear the laughte "No matter," said Alan of Rosby, another fine bowman. "We're all keen to see the Slayer shoot. Aren't we, lads

“Drop them! There's no need to move at all, it's a waste of time dealing with the midgets." It was an order that made dozens of Cyclops abandon their tree-cutting duties, then roared and staggered toward the Northern Falsies army. The Elves and Dwarves immediately took up positions in orderly rows in a triangle, Harold as the tip prepared to draw the bowstring. Phillip and the rest of the Elf were waiting behind with their weapons drawn. When the Cyclops' range was right, Harold shot his arrows into the air followed by hundreds of Elves and Dwarves.