Requiem Arrow Novels & Stories

The words landed hard in a silent, suffocating tone that carried the finality of death yet to come. Lucien did not respond. His chest heaved in slow, measured rhythm, as if even the act of breathing required discipline. The air around him seemed heavier, charged with a tension that pressed against bone. The healer’s voice cut through it. “The arrow was coated with the deadliest poison known,” she said, her tone steady but heavy. “If it were only that, I could have countered it.” Lucien’s eyes flickered just barely. A spark of hope, sharp and dangerous, threatened to ignite within the darkness of his gaze. But it was fleeting, tempered immediately by the gravity of the truth he already sensed

I whispered, my voice hoarse but reverent. Then the air shifted all of a sudden,my instincts screamed. From the left,there was a rushing sound of wind. I heard the faint hiss of something slicing through it. I turned my head just enough to see it, a silver arrow, glowing with divine light, hurtling toward me. My mind processed it instantly. It was a blessed arrow, celestially forged, meant to wound Lycans temporarily. A hit like that wouldn’t kill me, but it would take weeks to recover.

In the midst of their embrace, she caught a vision—a flash of a wolf running across a battlefield, its black fur matted with blood, smoke rising from the carnage. She pulled away abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I... I need to go." Damon's brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to touch her arm. Aqua shook her head, her mind still reeling from the vision. "It's nothing," she said hastily, brushing off his concern. "I just... I have to go." She turned away before he could protest, her steps quickening as she made her way back towards the truck. Damon followed close behind, his expression puzzled but unde

the council man nodded at the arrows. Pain rushed through my stomach and I screamed again. My breath, closed in this time. The antidote on the bracelet could only last so much. I gasped for breath and blinked furiously as I selected three arrows from the large quiver. “Good, now. Just don’t die,” Kael purred beside my ear. His words spurred me angrily and strength returned to my arms. The bastard! I took a large shaky breath and raised the bow to the target. The target and bullseyes seemed to swim before my eyes.

” It was just a few feet away from us right now, The horses were restless I held on to the rains and so did the rest, whatever that thing was t wasn’t normal, it was no vampire it felt cured. I waited as it came closer before I held up my bow. Our normal arrows wouldn’t hurt it nor will the sun kissed arrows do, but a spirit arrow would, my spirit arrow. Father had thought me how to use my essence to make weapons, spirit arrows were laced with divine energy, my divine energy. I held on to my breath and let the arrow fly as it pierced the vile creature. As soon as my arrow connected with his body it exploded causing a shower of body parts surrounding us. The horses stopped and everyone was qu

She grasped Thane's hand, her touch gentle. Elara's expression turned grave, her eyes clouding like a stormy sky. Her voice, laced with sorrow, dropped to a whisper. "The poison from the arrow has damaged Thane's knee irreparably. Only a Luminari can heal him completely." The words hung in the air, heavy with consequence.

"To make your bow sing true, You'll need a sacrifice fresh and new. Steal the crimson hue, and draw some blood, Bless each arrow then all will be deemed as good. ╘══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╛ My wristband buzzed impatiently. I hesitated, staring at the riddle. The dare seemed cruel, yet refusing was not an option. I picked up my bow and quiver of arrows, running my fingers along the smooth wood. I guess I had no choice left to take, I would have to tarnish this weapon I had grown to love.

"Be ready. The pain may wake him, and he needs to be still." Rhett went to the other side of the bed and helped Jason brace Eason's body against the bed while Damien quickly pulled the arrow without even a flinch of pain from Eason. Rosemary quickly covered the wound and looked up at Damien as he started the incantation. After the wound closed, Jason and Rhett carefully rolled Eason to his back. Damien closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, old friend." He quickly pulled the arrow from the chest wound and the last breath escaped Eason's mouth as his heart ceased to beat.

The pitch black color muddled with purple glossy shimmer was singing the wails of its precision and power. A harmonious blend of two highly sought-after materials from two distinct advanced civilizations, these arrows are a true representation of what can be achieved when worlds collide. A hybrid unparalleled strength and flexibility. "Gosh!! They look gorgeous…," Creed muttered with awe while examining the arrows. "And they're quite sturdy too!" "Awesome. So, 245 arrows… hmm. If I can use one arrow three times, then it should last me 2-3 hunts," he calculated. His digital watch suddenly rang, breaking his concentration. It was Rolin, confirming the delivery. Creed answered immediately.

An arrow flew straight at us. Pain exploded in my shoulder as the arrow struck. “No!” Gib screamed, scrambling toward me as I tried to crawl out from under the hut. I reached for the arrow, desperate to pull it out, but a hunter grabbed my wrist. “Don’t! You’ll spread the poison!” The Duwlamarey let out an ear-splitting shriek, its fluid form rippling violently as if reacting to the chaos around it. The ground beneath us trembled like an earthquake was brewing.