Requiem Arrow Novels & Stories

She just wanted to put it out of its misery. She approached it, still twitching, and pulled the two arrows out, leaning down and whispering, “thank you for your sacrifice” before the light went out in its eyes. She put both the arrows back in her quiver before pointing. “Ok, strong man, carry it back to the horses…”

This gemstone is very useful in dealing with wayward makkares, and given the recent revelations regarding one, in particular, I figure it can’t hurt to brush up on weapons we use against them. I walk over to where I remember the booth to be, strap the quiver to my back and proceed to draw an arrow from the quiver and line it up with my bow, pulling the bowstring as far as I can while holding it steady. With my elbow, I press a button on the side of the booth wall. As soon as I do I hear a high-pitched ringing sound that lasts for three seconds. I focus on where the direction of the ringing is coming from and fire the arrow, listening as it cuts through the air and makes contact with a foam t

Crafting a single arrow already demands a substantial amount of aura, consuming around 9 to 10% of my entire reserve. Considering this limitation, I can only conjure a maximum of ten arrows simultaneously, each requiring a significant portion of my energy. Dreaming up a new type of arrow like the demonic aura arrow seems fascinating, but it's a venture I can't currently explore due to the hefty toll it would take on my aura reserves. Releasing the substantial 9 to 10% of my aura necessary to conjure a demonic aura arrow would generate an alarming surge of energy. The sheer magnitude of this release would likely resonate across a vast expanse, potentially alerting anyone within a thousand kil

Without another word, I turned on my heel and walked out of the throne room with Arrow chasing behind me. * "Are you clinically insane?" Arrow rushed out when we were far enough from Kyrell and down the corridor, eyes of mocha wide; his uniform consisting of a more dressy version of the black fighting leathers and metals of all kinds hung proudly above his heart. In his hands, a polearm made up with a wicked blade; it seemed medieval and out of date, but I kept my comments to myself.

She put her right hand on the string and pulled it back to form a semicircle. A translucent arrow appeared on the bow. Finally, she let go of her right hand. Woosh! A sharp sound could be heard. The translucent arrow broke away from the bow in Queen Isa’s left hand and sped through the air. It was so fast that it almost reached the point of teleportation. Before the sound of the arrow breaking the air could be heard, the translucent arrow had already arrived in front of David. However, it was aiming at David’s left shoulder, not his head or heart.

On beat of the song, Aira, Chester, Creon and Damon started to merge their energies into each other before merging into each other’s bodies. Aira was the last to merge but she did so before turning herself and the other three into a THREE SPIKED ARROW (trident) using the Dark Arts !! The lightening arrow flew towards my outstretched palm like a north poled magnet racing towards a south poled one and, the highly energized weapon fit perfectly between my fingers. The Zorean Pack’s existence shall be wiped off in this millennium by a weapon, neither made of the living or the non living . . . .

It was very unlikely anyone lived. I scanned the tree canopies, looking for any possible bowman that lay hidden. It would be a great spot to get ambushed. I unsheathed my blade from my back as I continued my search, looking for any lingering enemies. Either they where well disguised, or long gone. "Aria!" Sebastion called out. One last glance at the trees and I followed Sebastion's voice back to the gate. His shoulders where tense, anger rolling off him in strong waves as I approached. An arrow was tightly gripped in his hand. He passed it to me, staring at the body he had pulled it from. I examined it carefully, my eyes trailing the shaft of the arrow. It was a steel tipped black arrow with

“Kill them!” The first wave of Reapers pulled wildly at the vines trying to free their legs, but it was taking time. Harrison took the opportunity and continued firing, hitting the Reapers in the face and neck. They swatted at the bullets like flies, but the shots were slowing them down. Aurora stood up and took an arrow from her quiver. She let out a breath and slowly stretched it back in a bow that had been her mother’s - the string made from the dried sinew of a fallen brown bear and the bow carved from an old oak tree. Slowly and carefully she closed her fingers around the wood. Her blood pulsed with the power of her ancestors as she counted to three and released the arrow. It peeled thr

Terror flickered in Nicholas's widened eyes, a stark reflection of the imminent threat of death that loomed over him. But before Arena could carry out her lethal intent and end that bastard’s life, the door was violently flung open, and an arrow pierced Arena’s body with precision. She crashed to the ground, her cries of pain echoing through the arena. The arrow, coated with wolfbane, sapped our powers, rendering us utterly defenseless. Helplessly, Arena’s helpless eyes watched as I saw through her eyes, witnessing our attacker approach.

"What do you want?" "This is for Selah," Archer roamed his eyes and darted it on Selah's direction who was on the floor coughing. He knew something was wrong the moment he passed through their house, he could hear her screams and other noises from the inside so he's got no choice but to check them out. "Is she here?" Archer asked.