Novel & Cerita Novel Enny Arrow

Every swing of his sword carried the weight of his determination to protect his realm. Arinna's arrows flew with fierce determination, but they seemed to meet an invisible barrier before reaching their intended targets. She narrowed her eyes, her mind racing to find a way to pierce through the enemy's defenses. With unwavering focus, she adjusted her aim and unleashed a volley of arrows that managed to break through, striking true.

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

Nor the reason is she in that place to begin with. She dreamt about what the baby would look like. Will it be similar to her or Vanluke? Perhaps both? My baby… ARA was woken up by a loud old woman. She felt so cold her body's shivering. Her eyes searched for anything that could hint at any help. She found nothing. Armed men surrounded the fat old woman who wore a not so very attractive floral dress. She looked like she came fresh out of an unrated thriller movie where she's one of the extras who failed to even look fit in the background.

She looked past me, toward the horizon, her arms spread wide as if to embrace the entire world below. “And you,” she said, her eyes snapping back to mine, filled with a terrifying, pitying glee, “you will have a front-row seat to the dawn of my new world.” Anya let her arrow fly. It was a perfect shot, aimed directly at Renejay’s heart. But one of the hooded figures simply raised a hand. The arrow stopped in mid-air, a foot from Renejay’s chest, and clattered harmlessly to the stone floor. The old magic wasn’t a fairy tale.