Novel & Cerita Red Hood In Arrow

An arrow was stucked in his arm, meaning someone shot an arrow at me almost killing me, and he took the shot. Saving me. I raised my eyes to look at him His hands was still wrapped around me. He slowly let go pulling out the arrow but the wound wasn't healing. I blinked again feeling my heart palpitations increase. I raised my head to look at him again when the earth shaking sound of something blasting filled my ears. " Alpha , War from the Ravenwoods pack," Fillion voice sounded and my eyes widened. War. " Prepare the red crew and aim for battle "The Alpha said and hissed in pain from the wound not healing.

It was the heart of our pack’s strength. As we stepped in, the activity slowed momentarily. All eyes turned to me. The warriors halted their movements and bowed in unison. I gave a sharp nod and raised my hand in acknowledgment. The warrior leader, a broad-shouldered man with a scar running across one brow indicating sign of victory in many wars fought, stepped forward and bowed. “Alpha Rhydor,” he greeted. “I’m here to train with my beautiful daughter today,” I said, placing a hand lightly on Sylvia’s shoulder. “Bring me the bow and arrow.”

" Alora yelled, holding up the torch. I saw several arrows whooshed past my face, going at her. I reached for a few in reflex but at least three escaped my grasp. "No!" Raedwulf Lykaon yelled. I saw a flash of movement and the next thing I saw was Saraya holding a woman in a red cloak in front of Alora. The arrows ran into the woman's chest, gut and shoulder and she immediately withered, screaming till she went still. Turning in the direction the arrows came from, I saw it was exactly from the opening I suspected must be a secret passage. Raedwulf Lykaon was already there. He punched the opening to make it wider and pulled out more witches and wizards in red cloaks, tearing them apart in pur

Someone exhales sharply, a warrior shifting uneasily at the back of the room. "The Raven you remember is gone," I continue. "She left this pack years ago, but she didn’t just disappear—she became something else. She is the one leading the Wendigos. She’s the one behind every attack." A ripple of shock moves through the warriors, their expressions shifting from confusion to denial to horror. A warrior named Roderick speaks up hesitantly. "We saw Raven at the gates, Alpha. She was weak, injured, and..." He hesitates, glancing at the others. "She was scared. She couldn’t even stand on her own. She’s no threat.”

" Did you remember seeing anything else that day?" She squinted her eyes, rubbing her forehead as she tried to remember what occured that day. " I saw something." She closed her eyes as she spoke. " An A, one of the guys had an A tattooed on their left arm" My blood ran cold. An "A" there was only person who could have done that... My bones shook, a chill rolling up my spine. Arrow.

His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world. Arrow, also known as Aaron Nelson, nudged me with his shoulder as he sat next to me. He didn’t need to say anything. I knew I would see him later and he would fuck the anger out of me. At work we were strictly coworkers, but outside of work, he was my personal porn star. Who could say no to blonde hair and dark eyes. He looked like Justin Hartley as Oliver queen which just made his nickname even more ironic. He was the most skilled archer in the world. Guns were nothing to him. He was more lethal with an arrow. He truly was a real life superhero with not only his skill on the team, but also in the bedroom.

Rhae tensed, rubbing her arms as she watched as Elaemana fell to the ground, blood spilling around her. The vision faded and a new one appeared. Rhae was kneeling on another rooftop, her face hard. She could see the tears still forming in her eyes, her hollowed cheeks and pale skin. Then she saw Icran kneeling behind her, telling her to release the arrow. The golden string appeared again, reaching out from Icran's body and wrapping around Rhae's arm, pulling her to release the arrow. They followed the arrow all the way until it pierced through Vaevor's armour, sending him off his horse and to the ground. Aynyra held up her hand, using it to cover her mouth.

I could tell from here. Her makeup was subtle but perfect. Not the bare-faced, washed-out look she usually had. Her eyes were defined. Her lips were—Red. She was wearing red lipstick. Yvonne Baldort, who apologized for breathing too loud, was wearing red lipstick and diamonds and a dress that probably cost more than her rent. And she was holding onto my brother's arm like he was the only sturdy thing in the room. "Arthur." Holly's voice was sharp. "Arthur, what's going—"

that dark hood hides his face, and instead of his usual leather gloves, these ones are soft like velvet. Like they are meant to be dragged over my skin... All of a sudden, a figure emerges from a nearby tree, drawing behind my mate, a knife to their neck. It takes a few moments for me to register that the man holding the knife is Ark. And in his clutches, is a hooded man who I thought...I thought was Ark. “Ark…You’re here.” I can hardly comprehend what is unfolding in front of me. “I followed you,” he growls, looking down “Who is this?”

“You deal with her from now on.” Hilda continued to cough up blood. The blade fell on the floor and not a second later, she followed, hitting the grossly blood-stained floor with a heavy thud. Her eyes landed on Aurora. She stretched her hands up, albeit slowly. I didn’t think it was threatening, but without my signal and acting on her own accord, Aurora released a second arrow, hitting the woman on the chest, then a third hit her on the forehead. A bulls-eye and a lethal one.