Requiem Arrow Novels & Stories

*"Yet you... you are a dissonance. A *stain*." Eden's scars flare, gold light spilling into the dark. The Requiem tilts her head. *"Ah. The Cantor's little refrain. Let me fix that."* She plucks a string. The melody in Eden erupts, a scream that tears through his veins. He collapses, clawing at his chest as the gold light fractures, piercing his skin like needles. I lunge, but the Requiem flicks a wrist. The air solidifies, crushing me to my knees. *"Hush,"* she croons. *"This is a *mercy*."*

My laughter seemed to rattle through every cell in my body through a husky, throaty sound echoing around the room. "But I'm married, Jemima, please pity me," Arrow had begged in a defeated voice veiled with a tone of desperate fear, and then, "I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear," And while these words tumbled in a hurry like a confession, like a plea for forgiveness, his voice was magic balm for restoring my serenity and kindled my desire for vengeance.

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.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

It’s a double shot arrow. The sharp head was forged with a death spell and it was laced with poison that could kill hundreds of werewolves with just one drop. Robert Kingston was the one who formulated that and it took him years to finally perfected the formula of a weapon that was so lethal to werewolves. It pierced straight towards Ember’s back. Two arrows but it was enough to kill her. Ember felt her whole world halted as she felt the pain that pierced her back. Suddenly, she couldn’t breathe and her whole body became paralyzed.

He used all his might to turn his neck and finally saw the Dimensional Arrow behind him. "Impossible," yelled Rex from the depths of his soul. The Dimensional Arrow flickered and pierced through his body. His massive body was shattered by the Dimensional Arrow. He shattered like a broken mirror, and he kept shattering until he became shimmering specks that eventually vanished into nothingness. Wilbur smiled. The Dimensional Arrow activated by Dragonspeak was truly the most lethal weapon. It deserved to be called a Higher Order spell. However, he has almost run out of spiritual energy.

Once I reached the top, I nocked an arrow, my eyes narrowing as I took aim at the necromancer's advancing forces. With a deep breath, I let the arrow fly, watching as it streaked through the air and found its mark, piercing the skull of one of the undead minions. The creature let out a haunting, guttural wail, and I felt a surge of grim satisfaction. Quickly, I nocked another arrow, my movements swift and precise as I continued to rain down a hail of projectiles on the necromancer's forces. Each shot found its mark, and I could see the tide of the battle beginning to turn in our favor.

The lifeless symbols seemed to be singing some kind of sacred chant among themselves. So far, flame trident has always taken the first spot among all the Soul-Armas in terms of appearance, but now the Cursed Arrow has now stolen its spot. Despite such a phenomenal appearance, Creed didn’t even bat an eye at the poor arrow. He was busily glistening at the ball of icy blue flame, craving to burn everything that comes in contact. Inside this ball of flame sat a living, breathing creature that almost took his breath away.

“Alaric...?” But her voice did not reach him. Above, the Council panicked. Elder Vashan turned to the Executioner Mage. “Prepare the Soulpiercer Arrow.” The mage hesitated. “That is forbidden—” “If we don’t act now, we lose everything!” With trembling hands, the mage summoned a bow carved from bones of the forgotten archangels and notched a glowing black arrow, pulsing with cursed runes. It was a weapon designed to kill the immortal. Down below, Alaric prepared his final strike. The entire temple darkened. Starlight burst from his form, and even Caveen paused, awed by the majesty of it.

Blood flowed incessantly, and the void shattered instantly. “Go die.” A cold, emotionless voice echoed in the void. Warner once again drew the string of his golden bow behind Wael. His entire strength condensed into the Path Arrow. As he released the bowstring, the arrow shot forth, splitting into two, then four, then eight... In an instant, the entire void was filled with arrows. The overwhelming arrows rained down, creating a terrifying spectacle. Wael had lost an arm and sustained a bloody wound on his body, but he remained composed in the face of this formidable onslaught.