Lotr Bows Novels & Stories

I pushed out my aura to all of them in a way to embrace them, to let them feel comfort after such an awful sight. I could feel their acceptance and adoration after this, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief. Next was the ceremony for The Barrier Oath Bond. We used the same pedestal I stood on under the gazebo before the pack run. The 11 warriors taking the oath stood in a line in front of me and the rest of Silverclaw.

He looked carved from calm fury. The priest lifted the bowl over his head. “Let all swear their fealty before the throne.” A flicker of movement. Elowen caught it first. A shadow on the upper balcony. No, not a shadow, a person. Then a bow raised, braided string pulled tight, a glint of steel arrowhead catching the candlelight. Time slowed. Elowen inhaled sharply. “Corvin,” he breathed. Corvin didn’t move. The archer released the bowstring.

"I forgot to give this to you, Mister Penn. That guy Victor left this weapon behind." Arsi raised the silver bow in his hand, and Wilbur was stunned when he saw it. "Isn't… Isn't that the Bloodism Bow? What is it doing here?" "Did you forget, Mister Penn? Victor's dead. Of course, his bow would be left behind here." Arsi gave Wilbur the Bloodism Bow and left after that. Wilbur made sure there was no one around and picked up the bow cautiously to spin it around in his hands. He then tossed it into his demiplane.

The open mouth releasing every last ounce of breath and the harshly closed eyes made the alpha uneasy. Louva arrived at that moment and entered the bathroom cautiously. He nodded to his leader and walked slowly to the long-suffering man. He said his name slowly. Right now it wasn't good to alarm him. The wolf was in command and he was more dangerous than anything. Before he could touch his shoulder, he saw how his skin began to be covered with thick brown fur. His long hair melted, his hands seemed more like claws that were embedded in the marble scratching it. His face had been disfigured into a combination that was neither male nor wolf.

I saw Gilo trying to pull the arrow but it burned him. He looked to where it came from and saw me. 'Get back to here,' I said before shifting back. 'Get on,' I told the boy. He wiped his nose and face and hurriedly climbed on my back. I ran back to the village and saw my pack winning. Devon and Lizo were leading the pack to victory. I could see their skill. Lior and Gilo came with the silver bow. I stood in the middle, "RAARRGHHH!" I roared to stop them. They could feel the death of their Alpha. I didn't need to tell them that they has lose the war.

The ground shook and I saw how large vines crawled inside the hall. I looked at Queen Romina and saw her eyes turned to fiery green. I didn’t waste time and made my own move. I formed the dragon’s bow—a blazing bow that could make a fire arrow that could burn anything. I aimed Ren who’s now cutting the large vines attacking him. I thought it would hit him, but just when it was about to hit the part of his chest where his heart lies, he moved as fast as lightning.

“Don’t worry, this is all I’m taking off. I hoped I didn’t look disappointed. I took my shirt and pants off too, quickly slipping into the water. It was cold, but refreshing. I went all the way in so Grant couldn’t see anything lower than my shoulders. I was kind of insecure. “You need to be smarter, Bowen,” He commented. “What do you mean?” “You tried to get involved in a dragon fight! I know you have some death wish, but please reign it in at least until we find Ronan.”

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!"

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.

Niamh's heart beat with love as Lorcan pressed his lips to her hair. Just as Lorcan began to whisper something to the Queen, Boru came to stand beside the King, handing him a small cloth and facing the door. Lorcan sighed, thanked the advisor and pressed the clean cloth against her wound. Niamh caught movement out of the corner of her eye. On a high balcony to the left, a dark figure moved like a cat from one side to the other. The figure lifted a bow, and notched an arrow just as Niamh cried out.