Stray Arrow Novels & Stories

I found the eyes that showed the image of marriage, and with all my strength I drew my Vulcan Bow and shot the arrow at it. A painful sound came. The eyes showed signs of pain, and the sky that surrounded me began to crack and crumble like the end of days. I did it. I took out a dagger and cut a hole in my arm to let the poisoned blood out, not to spread it all over my body. But my limbs still felt numb. I can't fall. An eagle hovered overhead, bellowed, and then dropped a white arrow. I remember it. It's an arrow made of vampire's bone.

* Before going to bed, Lucian stared at Malena’s photo with the other man, his heart began to pound and his hands trembled. He grips his phone tightly and touches the bridge of his nose, he’s about to throw his phone on the floor when the box catches his attention again. He let go of his phone and opened the box. Inside he saw a dark brown scarf with a gold colored Sagittarius zodiac sign embroidered on it.

“I’ll get to you before you release that arr—” Vagris reacted quickly striking the arrow from the air before it hit him. “Don’t make wagers against the speed of an arrow Vagris,” Sethlzaar chided as he retrieved another arrow. Vagris frowned. “How do you even keep those darned things from falling off. You barely survived that fight and not one arrow fell out.” Sethlzaar shrugged. He notched the new arrow. “Trade secret.” Vagris shook his head in dismay and held both of his swords out to his side, points facing down. Another scream pierced the air and he frowned.

Adrian directed sternly, thinking that Marissa was a woman and lacked the strength to leverage force against force. Marissa pouted and left. Adrian scanned the brightening sky. Despite a night of toil, he remained alert, showing no signs of fatigue. Meanwhile, a supposedly dead man lying on the ground saw Adrian stretching and sensed an opportunity. He readied his bow, intending to release an arrow. Their distance was a mere three meters apart. Once released, the arrow was sure to strike Adrian's chest. Furthermore, the arrowhead's blackened tip indicated its poisonous nature. Initially planning to quietly depart after everyone else had left, the bald man hiding behind the tree saw the sneak

I swam as fast as i could,to reach the safety of dry land. Upon reaching the dry land, I gently placed Destiny on the sandy ground. She was still breathing, but the ordeal had taken a toll on her, and she had consumed a lot of water. I leaned down, placing my lips on hers, drawing out the water from her body. After some time, she began to cough, coughing out water she had swallowed. Her limbs were wounded, and she was in need of medical attention. Weakly, she looked at me, a faint smile on her face.

" “Almost on the Oregon border. She called, described the vehicle and location, then closed the phone. “They should hunt down his license and—” A hideous noise - screams, crashes, crushing - shattered the morning quiet. - Cum! A flood of adrenaline had him flooring the accelerator to the floor. on that stretch in a straight line. “Oh my God, Mark. What a horrible noise! He went up a small hill, slowed down to stop on the shoulder and then he let out more curses at the sight in front of him. His brain absorbed the entire image. all at once and he realized what had happened. The hustler tried to overtake again, this time an old red Toyota. At the

I stretched my arms and lie down on the makeshift bed, pulling my satchel from under the pillow and taking out the slim box. It never fails to amaze me every time I see the arrow float from the box and just zoom around, glinting as it reflected the late afternoon sun that shines light from the barred window of the back room. I snatched the arrow and inspected it closely – the engraving on it are bizarre, not like the ones I usually see at the temples of Eros, but more ancient, as though it was the language Zeus has thought his children. I stowed the arrow back on the box and pushed it inside the depths of my satchel with the rest of the shivering letters, refusing to remind myself of Caelum

I waded back over to the dock, trying to imagine myself as Aphrodite rising from the water instead of plain old me because she, at least, was powerful and confident while doing it. Stumpy held out a towel and, much to my horror, wrapped me in it instead of handing it to me. “Mmm,” he murmured, sniffing me. “Strawberry.” “Eep,” I replied, pulling away, yanking the towel with me. “Careful now. Don’t go falling in and hitting your head on a rock. It’d be a damn shame,” Stumpy said, still ogling me.

“If you’re angry, I won’t go.” I waved it off. He hesitated for a moment, but Ella called again, urging him. After ending the call, Leon said, “I’ll be back after this. Get ready. Tomorrow, I’ll mark you in front of the whole pack.” Then he left in a hurry. After finishing packing, I casually scrolled through social media. Ella had posted again. The first photo showed a well-defined hand testing the water temperature by the bathtub. The second was a selfie. Behind her, a werewolf stood close, focused on washing her hair.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, but she pushed past the nerves, pulling the string taut. But just as she was about to release, a sudden gust of wind swept through the clearing, carrying the heavy scent of unease—of judgment. The whispers from earlier filled her mind, gnawing at the edges of her focus. Cursed blood. An omen. A mistake. The arrow slipped from her fingers. It flew wide, missing the target entirely. A hush spread through the crowd before it erupted into murmurs. Then, Cara’s gleeful laughter pierced the silence. She jumped up and down in celebration, her grin stretching ear to ear.