The Bronze Bow Novels & Stories

“Look, the fire is spreading quickly. You need to get us out of here, or we’re next.” Zephyra pressed her lips together, turning back towards Tonya. Brady was right. The fire was spreading quickly, and Tonya was no longer moving. She gritted her teeth and shoved the guilt away, running over to her bow and quiver. She slung the quiver around her waist, taking out an arrow on her way back over to Brady. Using the bladed arrowhead, Zephyra cut him free. Then she ran over to Ethan. How was she going to cut through the chains? “Move,” Zephyra heard Brady say, and she stood. He held the fireplace poker like a baseball bat, wavering a little. He looked ready to spill his lunch again.

Then, she lured him into it alive to kill him. "Roar, I am not convinced. I don’t want to die!" The man let out a roar before he died, but everything was a given. The Mystic Maiden grabbed the bow and arrow, which were firmly in his hand, took a look, and was moved. "It is the Arash's Bow, the prehistoric divine artifact. No wonder it is so powerful." Alex also looked at it. "It seems to be broken." The Mystic Maiden nodded. "And fortunately so, otherwise you would have died long ago... However, I have a way to repair it."

Fallon sounded as if he were chewing gravel. “Prismatic silver is not an easy currency to convert, let alone explain,” she said tersely.

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and the night hasn't even started yet. Humph!, Humanity... Zee's words returned to me minutes later, she said, “He is dressed in a velvet suit with a silver brooch hanging down two string of chain, one longer than the other on his suit's jacket. Then a satin black shirt with red chinese dragon embroideries on each side of his chest”. My eyes started to wander around.

I turn back and signal to Theron to lead the way, he bows and obeys. By the time I get to my office, Theron is already standing by the desk. His faced scrunched up like he's holding a secret too big for his own chest. He places a velvet cloth down, and unfolds it slowly, revealing a bow. “Is that..” “Yes,” he answers before I finish. “This is the bow that was used on the Luna”. The one that nearly killed my mate. It’s blackened and sleek, oddly curved. The markings carved into the limbs do not look like any language I’ve ever seen. Not runes. Not wolfen glyphs. It looks like it's a lot older than anything I know.

I think she didn't notice that these hoes too were made with bronze or she wouldn't have provided it'. 'But what if it doesn't get too close for you to hit it with the dagger?'. 'I can always throw it. I have good throwing hands or Someone else can get a good aim at it while I struggle with it'. 'Oh, I bet you're the smart type'. 'I try my best'. She shrugged. I went to where the bows and arrows were kept and took one with a dragon drawn on it. I noticed Irena giving me a curious look. 'I took shooting lessons for it back in middle school and between the arrow is also made of bronze'.

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.”

John took Ingrid's hands, his voice steady at last, and professed his vows before tribe and Kingdom alike. When the rites concluded, the tribe erupted in joyous cries, their stern masks cracking into grins. John drew forth his gift from beneath his cloak: he called it a crossbow, compact and deadly, and it can pierce any iron or steel armor. Made from alchemy and the ingenuity of engineering, no animal or man will be safe from it. Ingrid's eyes lit with fierce delight. She seized it without hesitation, cranking the mechanism and loosing a bolt into a distant target with unerring precision. The crowd roared as the shaft thudded and the bolt lugged deeply into Tarwood’s new reinforced wall.

The bodyguard held the box, and Lily carefully unlocked it and lifted the lid. Inside was a beautiful bow and arrows. The bow was entirely made of solid, shiny gold. It took the shape of two large dragons facing each other, parallel to each other, standing on top of a connecting curve, forming a handle. Their mouths opened, spewing out a crown-shaped flame with three voids. From the arc at the handle, the extension design followed the two long pointed tails that curved down softly, creating an elegant finish for the bow handle.