Requiem Arrow Novels & Stories

Only able to listen to Luneth’s words, it immediately flew over there. Another arrow was shot. This time, it was Mystic Maiden who deflected the attack. Again, another big explosion occurred. After several rounds of explosive shooting, the Mystic Maiden was a bit physically exhausted. After all, her body was new and tender, and Arash's Bow was hot. This bow received the baptism of Yin and Yang. Half of its damage was repaired, but there were still defects. It could not be used for a long time and needed to be cooled in between. "Who is the person standing on the giant golden eagle? Is it just a mount?" Luneth exclaimed. She looked back at the man, whose two black eyes with black flames danci

Amora threw her bow and arrow from her hand. ***

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“We rebuilt. Smarter. Stronger.” He lifted his head slightly. “And next time?” Her smile was sharper this time, colder. “Next time… we won’t wait to be hunted.” A beat. “We’ll hunt first.” Jerry raised his glass. “To the hunter.” She clinked hers against his. “To never be prey again.” They drank, and the fire burned on, quiet, steady, like them. ~~*~~ A week later, Aria sat in Lucent’s underground command floor reviewing the decrypted fragments Helena had begun pulling from Operation Requiem. Among the thousands of data points was a single chilling phrase:

Why are they asking me to do such a horrible thing? And Caelum – he sounds so scared when he speaks about me and how I will be the reason of his death. Is he going to hate me now because I am bound to kill him in the end? My mind drifted back to that golden arrow I saw. I have never seen such an arrow before and even from afar, I can tell that it wasn’t like my arrows. There is something ancient about it judging by the golden glow that it emits that simply proves how powerful it is.

He slowly slipped to the back of the crowd, picking a bow and an arrow laced with wolfsbane as he went. As soon as he got to the back of the crowd where he was sore that no one could see him, he quickly aimed a shot at Damien’s chest and fired. The silence that followed soon after was deafening, but almost immediately the crowd broke out into a wild frenzy. It was almost as if everything Ariel had been saying had been falling on deaf ears. Ariel, on the other hand, felt a pang of pain shoot through her body l, as soon as the arrow pierced through Damien ’s heart and he fell.

But the most reason he widened his eyes was the stuff that the kid has taken from his Cyber Storage. A quiver that is full of an arrow. "This venerable sir, every quiver has 10 'arrows inside. Each quiver costs '10 gold points only, " he said calmly. "Too expensive!" The soldier exclaimed and gaped his mouth. "Fufu, you're wrong, venerable sir, these arrows were made from a rank B+ Demon Wood. So the prices of these arrows are reasonable." Yman said with narrowed eyes. (Note: if you rank from their quality in ascending way it would be like this; -D, D, D+, -DD, DD, DD+, -DDD, DDD, DDD+. Whereas, there are D, C, B, A & S.)

Meant I could pull it through instead of having to push it deeper first. But the arrow was silver. And Killian already had shadow corruption in his system. Silver plus shadow equaled bad things. "This is going to hurt a lot." I gripped the arrow shaft. "Wait." Killian tried to pull away but I held firm. "On three. One.." I pulled on one. Yanked the arrow straight through and out. Killian's scream bounced off the chamber walls. He curled forward, good hand clamping over the wound as blood poured out faster.

If I die, I’ll die looking at my enemy. His teeth descend— And the night explodes. A sharp, ringing sound slices through the air, like crystal shattering. Light—bright, silver-blue light—slashes across the chamber. The wolf above me jerks violently. An arrow made of pure luminescence pierces through his shoulder and pins him to the wall. He howls. Not in triumph. In agony. I blink, dazed. Shapes pour through the tunnel entrance behind the rogues—tall, armored figures moving with impossible grace. Their blades glow with the same ethereal light as the arrow.

RHEA'S POV: I finally stand above the altar and the shard in my chest pulses. We’re almost ready. And then... The Dremari stumbles forward, his smoke form flickering. His hands are cupped around the shards. A Boundless arrow which is barbed and black, protrudes from his side. "No!" He ... He kneels at the altar, placing the shards gently. "You must finish this," he says, voice hollow. "Don’t die," I whisper, kneeling. "You don’t get to die." His laugh is more mist than sound. "I’ve died before. I’ll die again but not in vain."