Protection From Arrows Fate Novels & Stories

Without giving the blonde a chance to regroup he quickly retrieved two more arrows from his back and sent them flying without aiming. Shelby's tired body immediately rejuvenated with the influx of fresh adrenaline at the sense of new threat. She dived out of the way when she saw two more arrows flying in her direction. Out here she was a sitting dock, she needed to find cover. She looked around searching for anything to serve as cover. She picked one of the pillars which looked to be hidden out of range of the direction the arrows were coming from. She sped off in that direction doing her best to avoid the arrows that followed her in hot pursuit.

Yet it did not harm the innocent forest around me—it flowed around the trees, around the undergrowth, a river of controlled power. I moved with fluid precision, positioning my son behind me, letting the attackers test their courage only to find that every strike against us met with resistance beyond mortal understanding. Each arrow bent harmlessly in the air. Each wolf that tried to breach the circle recoiled instinctively, sensing the presence of power older than the world, older than the packs they had belonged to. I will protect you, I whispered once more, voice steady, reverent. As I was protected, so shall you be.

"It was created to protect the Queen and the heir." My heart pounds. Marcus suddenly raises his sword. "Kill it!" Silver arrows fly. The guardian leaps. It catches the first arrow in its mouth. The second strikes its shoulder. It roars. Kael curses. "Get down!" More arrows rain from the rooftops. I throw up a wall of gold energy. The arrows hit it and fall. Kael looks at me. "Stay here." "Where are you going?" "To stop the archers." "I'm coming." "No."

Elena’s arrows found every weak point, Marcus’s knives danced with surgical precision, and the ally moved like a phantom, neutralizing threats before they could reach the group. A scream tore through the mist. One of the shadows had bypassed their defenses, attacking the ally from behind. Adrian lunged, intercepting the blow, twisting midair to strike back. Marcus deflected a simultaneous attack, knives flashing in deadly arcs. Elena fired three arrows in rapid succession, each hitting its mark. Chaos became rhythm; instinct guided every strike.

Scarlet stormed out of the castle, Ruth by her side, and marched over the footbridge, determined to track down Polly and make sure she was safe. Scarlet had been sure about her premonition. With each passing day, she felt her powers grow stronger, felt herself able to see more clearly into the future—and she knew she was right. In fact, she had brought her bow and arrow with her, had snatched it off the training ground, along with a small quiver of arrows. Scarlet felt confident in her own skill as an archer, reinforced by everyone’s praise on the training grounds, and she felt that she could be of help in protecting Polly from whatever it was that was coming for her.

"I'm running out of options." Suddenly, an arrow made of black energy shot from the darkness. It wasn't aimed at Kael. It was aimed at Liana. "Look out!" Kael shouted. Without thinking, he threw himself in front of her. The arrow pierced his shoulder. He staggered backward, dropping to one knee. "Kael!" Liana caught him before he fell. The Royal Guards looked around in confusion. "Who fired that?" Another black arrow flew from the trees. Then another. This time, the guards became the targets.

Just as I was exhausted, an arrow came toward my abdomen. I watched as the arrow came closer and closer to my belly, but I couldn't avoid it, and I let out a desperate growl. The moment the arrow touched my belly, something magical happened. My belly emitted a blinding white light. It was as if a solid barrier had formed on the surface of my belly, and it blocked the arrow's entry. Those Mermen who were chasing me were stunned. And although I was also shocked, there were few things more important than escape.

The moment he said this, all the arrows came directly toward me. I moved in front of Lyra—in front of everyone—in an attempt to block them and shield them from the impact. I closed my eyes, ready to take it, but I felt nothing. I didn’t feel any of the arrows hit me. It wasn’t until I opened my eyes that I saw Aragon standing in front of me, hundreds of arrows piercing his skin. He had stepped in front of me and shielded me from them. I ran forward and caught him as he fell.

Fear rippled through me as I watched the man on my left pull the arrow. I let out a sharp shriek, unable to stop it. The thoughts of the arrows hitting my heart or my throat made me shiver. I shifted backward but still felt naked with no cover of weapon. Dear moon goddess, please save me. If you save me, I promise to take my fighting training seriously. I opened one of my eyes, preparing for impact. But the arrows never released. A soft hiss cut through the clearing. Something shot past my face so quickly that a strand of my hair lifted with the breeze. An arrow buried itself in the throat of the rogue on my left. His eyes widened, stunned, and he fell backward into the ashes without a sound

And it often does when I feel the need to protect my loved ones. "Stay close," was all the warning I gave our men. Arrows flew over us, coming straight at Dane. My hands shoot up as if they had grown a mind of their own, stopping the descent. Murmuring incantation, a thin veil enveloped us, shielding us as the arrows turned to ash and with the wave of my right hand I made the ash fly back to the camp of the invaders and watched as the first few they fell upon started to choke one by one, falling to their knees. I knew then the arrows were enchanted. The thought of what that could have done to Dane geared something else in me. The sky rumbled and from afar I saw the ugliest hounds I have ever