Osrs Venator Bow Novels & Stories

The distance between the bow and the bowstring had exceeded a large semicircle and would soon become a full circle. At that time, she could activate the bow’s source and deliver a shocking blow to kill the Vingeans. “Queen Isa! Calm down! Activating the bow’s source won’t do all of us any good. I made all the preparations before coming. Even if you do everything you can, you can’t kill me. In the end, we will both lose,” the Vingeans’ head persuaded loudly. He did not want to face the Elves’ inherited weapon if possible.

Shaking my right hand, I created a lasso, and raised my left hand closer to my face for protection. Venira almost never attacks first, she is very cautious in battle, her main strategy has always been defense, and only in the end, when the enemy is thoroughly exhausted, she finishes off with a couple of signature moves. But this time, something clearly didn’t go according to plan, because just a second after the start of the battle, I received a powerful direct blow from the lasso of darkness. Having barely intercepted it with my left hand, I immediately got another lunge, which landed on the substituted right shoulder. His hand tingled as if it had been hit with a whip.

It was so infuriating that the man I was going to kill was the first to have such an effect on me. The auctioneer stepped out of a corner, grinning from ear to ear and rubbing his potbelly. He bowed to Ferrara curtly, saying. "We're so pleased with your selection today, Your Highness. Fifteen million! That's more than enough money to splash on a worthy prize. She's a phenomenal girl." Ferrara doesn't even spare him a glance. He consulted his watch just as another vampire with emerald eyes and black hair walked in to stand beside him. "Is the car ready?" he asked the vampire, who affirmed, his gaze settling on me.

came the deep, controlled command. The maids left without another word, and the door slammed shut behind them. Silence fell then I turned my head slowly and saw him. Alpha Kael Vorthrane. He was tall, broad, perfectly imposing. The light reflected off the sharp lines of his face, highlighting a faint scar along his cheekbone that made him look all the more dangerous. His dark hair was swept back carelessly, as though the world itself bent around him and his cold, merciless eyes locked onto me as though he could see straight into my thoughts.

"You want to have fun, right?" He mumbled, his eyes turned the darkest shade of black, "Let's have fun, then..." "Come Grieving Ebony Hunting Bow!" A medieval black bow appeared in his hand, glimmering with an icy glint of the night sky. This bow type Soul Armas that he got from killing the Manticore had been eating junk inside his mind palace. The reason he didn't use it before was because he wasn't as familiar with archery as he is now. Also, Creed hated the idea of using Soul Armas before gaining a genuine expertise for any weapon, not just bows.

An older looking member of the party took the bow, studying it closely and everyone was silent as they watched and waited for his answer. "It's made of yew wood, which I notice there is a lot of around here. It is sturdy, almost as good as one of our own. But it has a slight.. difference to it. It's more... feminine feeling. As if a woman had made it." Handing the bow back to Liam, Cal then took the arrows he was offered to inspect. His answer was the same as the bow.

Prepared to get my stuff and walk towards her whereabouts, yet froze upon hearing an odd noise behind the huge tree before me. I equipped myself, held my bow, and positioned the arrow—ready to shoot. The atmosphere became silent and I heard my heavy breathing, "Terra, where have you been?!" A gasp escaped from my mouth as I felt a hand travel up my shoulder which gives chills down my spine. I accidentally let go of the arrow and it voluntarily released toward the thicket.

he warned as he placed his hand on a lever. I froze in place, fear making my stomach drop. Damion stood next to a foreboding weapon. It looked like a giant crossbow, but instead of being armed with a single or even two shots, a line of at least twenty bolts ran down the riser of the bow. At its side, it was equipped with a belt of hundreds of silver arrows. "One twist of this lever and you can kiss your pathetic mongrel pack goodbye," Damion said triumphantly with an evil smirk that made my blood boil.

She had heard about his father before, so if he had learnt from his father, why wasn’t he recruited by her father? She shrugged. Her father did things his own way. VVVVV “So you just turn the canister like this” Takashi showed her. And the thing was actually making a small beeping noise. She refused to be impressed. “Then wait three seconds before you throw it” and he did that, and a gas cloud filled the area he threw it to. “What does it do?” “It stuns your opponent for a while. Temporary blindness just like multiple camera flashes”. “Okay, but I’ll still choose brass knuckles over this any day”.

I turn back and signal to Theron to lead the way, he bows and obeys. By the time I get to my office, Theron is already standing by the desk. His faced scrunched up like he's holding a secret too big for his own chest. He places a velvet cloth down, and unfolds it slowly, revealing a bow. “Is that..” “Yes,” he answers before I finish. “This is the bow that was used on the Luna”. The one that nearly killed my mate. It’s blackened and sleek, oddly curved. The markings carved into the limbs do not look like any language I’ve ever seen. Not runes. Not wolfen glyphs. It looks like it's a lot older than anything I know.