Red Hood In Arrow Novels & Stories

"Aries, Arrow I need you back here there is someone here please’ I tried to reach my mates, at first there was no reply; Shit!! ‘Lizzy, are you ok? I am on my way’ Arrow’s panicked voice comes over our mind-link. Sighing in relief I focus on the person who is clearly hurt, “Who are you?” I say again but I slowly make my way towards him. He drops to his knees, holding on to the side of an armchair. He lifts his hand up and removes his hood, his black eyes look up and the pain I see is not from anything physical.

She cried out, the barrier flickering. Her attacker, a scarred rogue with dead eyes, raised his weapon for a killing blow. A massive form crashed into him, and suddenly Rhyker was there, his red eyes blazing with protective fury. He dispatched the rogue with brutal efficiency, then turned to Korra. "You need to get back to the…" Korra saw the archer on the ridge before Rhyker did. Saw the arrow nocked, aimed, and released, watched as it flew straight toward the Alpha's unprotected back.

He still wasn’t done with her. Ryder swiped to the next frame. Three hooded figures entered. Trailing behind them. Shadows clinging like dark intent. Shiloh whispered, “No…” Ryder zoomed in, though smoke, crowds, and lantern flicker blurred the shapes, their faces covered. But the centre figure… The coat… A deep, unmistakable red. Abel exhaled sharply. “I think it’s her, the Crimson Rogue? Intelligence suggests this is her preferred garb.”

And Ruth ran right beside her. Scarlet ran until she was about twenty yards away from him, just as her attacker was standing, rising to his full height. With no time to lose, she quickly took a knee, pulled back her bow, inserted an arrow, and took steady aim. She aimed for his left eye. He saw her, but before he could react, she had already let the arrow fly.

ARTHUR Ruthar takes slow retreating steps away from the beams but it moves in sync with our steps the red beams still pointed at us, An arrow is shot at ruthar as he tries dodging it off but it was too Late as he had been hit in the side, "Run" I yell at him with the mind link,

“You look… trapped.” Tears burned my eyes, but I shook my head. “Not here. Please. He’s watching.” Andrew reached for my hand, just for a second, his fingers brushing mine. The warmth of his touch nearly undid me. But then a shadow stretched across the hallway. Arrow. His expression was calm, almost pleasant. But his eyes… his eyes were knives. 🗡️ Andrew dropped my hand instantly, his face hardening. “Mr. Dawson,” Arrow said smoothly, extending his hand as if greeting an old friend. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

My head followed the voice, and there she was, standing a few meters away from me, and in her one hand was a bow and a quiver of arrows strapped to her back. Most of her face and body was covered in a long, burgundy hood, but I could easily identify her from the tiny opening the hood provided. I crouched down, shifting into the skin of my wolf. And Shadow did as well. Even after everything I had told Shadow, after all the warnings I had given him earlier, why was he doing this?

My eyes are perfectly round. Suuuts.. With quick movements, I deflected the wooden arrow. I saw that there was writing on the cloth attached to the arrow. "'Hurry back' What does that mean? Who shot this arrow?" Reflexively, I started looking for the owner of this arrow. And bingo! Behind the tree, I saw someone in a red hood watching me before he was swallowed by the darkness of the forest. "Who's he?" “Mr. Everett!” Ian shouted and distracted me and walked over to him.

she says flatly, the sweetness in her voice suddenly evaporating. When her arms are settled, I continue. “Archery is about control, breathing, posture, and focus. Now let it go.” She draws the string, and there’s a faint creak. My brow furrows as the bowstring snaps and the arrow jerks violently sideways instead of forward. Rhea screams. The arrow slices across her arm, grazing skin before embedding itself into the dirt. The bow flies from her hands as she collapses backward, clutching her forearm. Blood blooms red against the soft-blue fabric of her top.

Arya went to heal Hakeem, but Devin waved her off. Watching skin grow back over exposed muscle? Not my favorite sight. But I’d watch it a thousand times if it meant Hakeem was okay. Arya moved to Jaiden next. He’d been slammed across the battlefield by one of the heads—broken bones, a concussion. She healed him too. Rowen had manifested his healing powers—his matebond saving Summer after the hydra's venom nearly killed her. Now, he was trying to save Hawk. Minutes passed. Then came his cry: “Ma!”