Requiem Arrow Novels & Stories

“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.

’ A surge of murderous intent rose within him. The surrounding living beings would only forget this scene once James had died. “Hmph,” James smiled faintly and released Warner. The moment Warner was deliberated, a golden bow materialized in his grasp. He exerted all his strength to draw the bowstring taut. Instantly, the Path Arrow lined up on the bowstring. Whoosh! The radiant bowstring shot out. James stood unwavering in the void, observing the arrow hurtling towards him. He raised his hand, and his palm continued to enlarge. The arrow collided with the enlarged palm print.

“Taking an opportunity like this when you see one. One of your arrows— pardon me, one of the arrows you made, flew from the sky straight into the heart of an unsuspecting male and you know or at least have an idea who could have purchased it. You could help bring justice for that one individual but you’re choosing not to because of your twisted sense of morals. The so-called war of good against evil is warped because of people like you who aren't even sure which side they are on. My breath left me in hard puffs when I was done but all that my tirade earned me from Orion was radio silence. Fed up, I pushed away from the table and turned to leave. "This was a waste of time.” “It was a Shadow.”

Yet he failed to hide it from Ara. She squeezed her lips. "What was it like? What did it feel?" "My body trembled. My mind was filled with that person's screams," explain Gunter. Hunter's grip on his iced coffee tightened. "Every time I close my eyes I see blood. I see my first kill dragging me into a pitch black hole. A hole I don't know what's in it but I know it's hell waiting for me." Ara took her brother's forearms. "Alright. Enough of that. We're here to bond together. Tell me everything good that happened instead."

Reed went near her and checked her pulse. "Dead," he said to no one in particular, but as soon he touched the arrow but hissed in pain and removed his hand from that arrow, "it is silver, but there is a note attached to it" I put Dee on the bed, and he let me go reluctantly. I went towards her and removed that note from the arrow that was now covered in Amara's blood. I opened the note, and though it was covered in blood, I could still read the note written on it.

I nodded in acknowledgment. Rowan rolled his eyes, for a man so handsome he was for sure an asshole, “She goes into action tonight. I don’t care if she’s a clergy at a court. She needs to know the basic form of defense.” “Teach me then.” I said to him, “I’m ready.” He snorted and threw the bow at me, coming out of nowhere I fumbled catching it. He chuckled, wickedly, my frown grew even deeper. “It takes a little deal of arm strength to fire these arrows. They’re specially imported from South America, made from kronimum steel which can impale a werewolf. It wouldn’t kill one, but it can for sure hurt it.”