Stray Arrow Novels & Stories

He gently tapped the three of them on the back and instantly, they sped off with their knife-like teeth and sharp claws ready to eviscerate the clueless Obsidian warriors. So far, so according to plan. A series of growls, grunts, roars and cries filled the mysterious silence on Stingray Island. Bewildered and stunned at where the arrows were coming from, or how and why they were being attacked by three of their own raging animals, the Obsidian warriors dropped like flies. Rachel’s arrows sliced dangerously through the night sky as her perfect precision gifted us with an abundance of confidence. Our three predators charged through their prey, biting, scratching and toppling the warriors over

Exception to Omegas under 13 years old and pups, who muststay in the packhouse when there is an attack on the pack. "When my dad died, I was left alone in my room. My sister was running away to help my parents. I hate that I couldn't help my family to protect the pack because I need to follow this rule." She looked over the board sadly. This was striping my heart off my soul. She's so young... "I'm so sorry to hear that. I know we lost a lot of brave soldiers last year. But I promise you I will do everything to get the pack out of danger." I hugged her and she hugged me back.

Holy hell. When I say gorgeous, I mean fucking stunning. I don't want to stare, so I quickly distract myself by removing my backpack trying not to listen to the people around me continuing to make snide comments. I fish around for my iPad then stuff the black bag under the seat in front of me.

Prepared to get my stuff and walk towards her whereabouts, yet froze upon hearing an odd noise behind the huge tree before me. I equipped myself, held my bow, and positioned the arrow—ready to shoot. The atmosphere became silent and I heard my heavy breathing, "Terra, where have you been?!" A gasp escaped from my mouth as I felt a hand travel up my shoulder which gives chills down my spine. I accidentally let go of the arrow and it voluntarily released toward the thicket.

Something felt wrong—an instinct she couldn’t shake. Caden halted abruptly, his head tilting as he sniffed the air. “Trouble,” he growled, his hand signaling for silence. Before Aria could react, a shadow darted across the cliff above, followed by the sharp *twang* of a bowstring. An arrow buried itself in the dirt near her feet, its fletching quivering. She stifled a cry, clutching Rollan tighter as more arrows rained down. Figures emerged from the rocks—Victor’s loyalists, their dark cloaks blending with the stone, their eyes glinting with malice.

The Night That Struck Back The first arrow flew through the air without a sound. It sliced through the darkness like a whisper, just grazing Rowan’s shoulder before embedding itself deep into the tree behind him. The impact was sharp enough to splinter the bark. Rowan reacted in an instant. “Down!” He twisted, pulling Aria down with him as a second arrow zipped through the space where her head had been just a heartbeat before. They hit the forest floor hard, leaves and dirt flying as Rowan rolled, positioning himself between her and the encroaching shadows.

Who knew what was lying in wait outside these walls. The whistling of an arrow pierced the air catching his attention. In seconds he located it. It was headed towards Freja who had come to a stop to rub her forehead. Zarek snapped into action using his inhuman speed and jumped in front of her right as it would’ve hit her, the arrow slamming into his chest right beneath the collar bone. Pain burned through his body as the metal arrow buried itself into his flesh.

one of the secret guards replied, his voice trembling with apprehension. At that moment, a warrior’s shout caught Justin’s attention. He turned just in time to see one of Karen’s men aiming a poisoned arrow at him. Reacting quickly, he dodged to the side, using one of Karen’s own men as a shield, and the arrow struck him instead. As he fell to the ground, Justin yanked the arrow from his abdomen and hurled it back at the warrior who had attacked him. It found its mark, piercing the man’s heart. He gasped, blood spilling from his mouth as he trembled before collapsing lifelessly.

“I’m Dr. Parrish, but you can call me Isaac if you like.” “Um…okay…” Caleb hesitated, not sure how to handle this new person. He was used to McGregor. McGregor was a quiet man who only talked to them about what they needed to know. “We’re here for James Leroy.” “Ah, yes.” Isaac quickly stepped over to the slab and pulled back the sheet. “Pretty cut and dry. One shot to the chest and out went the lights.” He looked at Caleb. “No evidence on the body except the bullet.” He held up a clear container in which it clinked. “Nine millimeter.”

His bushy hair served as natural armor for such attacks. “You’re one to talk, huh, Arj? Didn’t you date like three guys from Tinder and Tantan all at once during the break?” “Hey! What’s wrong with that? They all asked me out. Am I supposed to reject them and break their hearts? At least, I’m spreading hope.” “Well, hopefully, it’s just hope you’re spreading.” “Want to die?” “Still, the ends don’t justify the means. Nice try.” “Hey, don’t be too hard on Arj. Are you perfect?” Veruca chimed in.