Legolas Arrow Novels & Stories

then moved to the side and let him take his stance at the shooting range. Lucian was expecting that when he drew the string of his bow, the shadows will reappear. But as he anticipated, nothing happened. He focused on the target which was instantly replaced by a new one. He released the string and the arrow soared. Lucian narrowed his blue eyes, concentrating his telekinesis on speeding up the arrow's flight. It went right through the barrier and into the eye of the target board, the hit was too forceful that half of the arrow's body went right through the board.

'' Yes , take him '' he permitted . '' Let's go '' she said . They went into the valley where they train Archery . Manyelves were training there . Arriving there Arthur said '' hey is this called Arhery ?'' . '' YES , but it's quite different from the one you must have seen in the human the arrows they use is enhanced with magic '' Lisa replied . Suddenly , one arrow came and passed by his face . He fell down . '' Hey , are you okay ?'' Stella and Lisa both asked . '' Sorry , were you hurt ?'' came one boy running towards them . '' Hey , what is a human doing here ?'' he asked frowing .

The arrow's iridescent tip glinted as it aimed towards Len's head. 'NO!' A pair of blue arms appeared from behind Len. Dar Lugal tore through the border between realms and tried to pull Len in. However, the arrow made its mark still, as it pierced the djinn lord's upper right chest. Dar Lugal's booming scream broke out. "What the - " Len turned around and saw Dar Lugal fully manifested, but he was in agony from the arrow that struck him. The arrow spread out silvery gleam that creeped underneath Dar Lugal's blue skin. Dar Lugal grunted and roared as he tried to pull the arrow out.

I spoke up, but Legolas remained silent and he's like unsure if he will come. A loud howl reverberates through the woods, and my heart begins to race. And one Lycan appeared in the woods, the moonlight was bright, and I saw Legolas retrieve and shoot arrows. Legolas was unharmed. And I can really label him as an exceptional archer because he could hit almost any target without running out of arrows. Legolas returned my gaze and exclaimed, "Gooo! I said," and I took off running.

Arrows tipped with jagged obsidian sit in a quiver. Elowen tests the bow’s weight, grinning. “This’ll punch through armor.” Cian nods. “The arrows are dipped in wolfsbane. For disorientation.” ——— We don’t make it a mile before they strike. Six soldiers burst from the trees, blades raised. Rolan meets them first, Nightfang humming as it cleaves through a sword—and the arm holding it. Elowen’s arrow takes another in the throat, the wolfsbane smoking as he chokes.