The Bronze Bow Novels & Stories

A fresh bowl and ceremonial dagger sat on the stone altar, and a few offensive-smelling herbs burned in another bowl. She nodded in greeting as we came into view. "Welcome again, daughter of Selene," she said to me. Her eyes then landed on Zephyr. "And Alpha Wrath. You honor us again." Zephyr gave a respectful nod. He looked around, possibly for an animal, like the last time. "No goat?" He asked dryly. Agnes smiled tightly. "No goat." Then she turned to me again. "I shall need some of your blood, child."

The ground shook and I saw how large vines crawled inside the hall. I looked at Queen Romina and saw her eyes turned to fiery green. I didn’t waste time and made my own move. I formed the dragon’s bow—a blazing bow that could make a fire arrow that could burn anything. I aimed Ren who’s now cutting the large vines attacking him. I thought it would hit him, but just when it was about to hit the part of his chest where his heart lies, he moved as fast as lightning.

"Your short Basharr skirts won't keep you warm here." "I meant how tight they are," Violet said. "I'm cinched into this so well I can't tell where I end and the dress begins." "King Curzon said you look perfect," Olivia replied, as if that was the only standard she could fathom. Hestia held out a glistening bow made of oak. The warm yellow wood shamed the sun above them. Violet took it and hung her quiver from a stand nearby. She nocked an arrow and stretched the string back to her mouth, struggling against her dress to get full range of motion. But Violet was patient when a bow was in her grip—she took two deep breaths, waiting for the right moment.

"Stay behind me." Under different circumstances, she might have argued. Instead, a bitter laugh almost escaped her. The thing emerging from the arch looked capable of tearing down fortresses. Cassian's sword suddenly seemed very small. The creature pushed forward again. A section of the arch exploded outward. Chunks of ancient stone crashed across the snow, and something emerged from the darkness—a massive horn, black as obsidian and twisted into impossible angles. It didn't look like bone. It looked as though a piece of the night sky had been ripped free and shaped into a weapon.

The bow was a shining silver the shape is like the crescent moon in the night sky. “I see you find it familiar.” With Christine mumbling a spell, the bow fell into Azrael’s arms. She touched it and felt the familiarity of the object. She felt tears forming on the side of her eyes. She thought that it was the only visible thing she could hold that reminds her of the Crimson Crest pack. The forbidden weapon that was said to have been given by the moon goddess. Azrael stopped her trail of thoughts and looked at Christine. Does this mean… “Yes Luna. The moon goddess entrusted the ancestors of the Crimson Crest pack with the Crescent Bow. No one knew why she did that but now, I think I know why.”

“Always remember that.” “I do not know where the weapon you said is,” said Damon. “That bracelet is your weapon. You just have to push the button.” Cael said. Damon pushed the button on the bracelet, and it amazed him what he saw. The light came off his bracelet, and he held it to turn it into a weapon. “Whoa!” Damon said, surprised. “Okay, a Celtic flame bows and arrows. It suits you,” said Cael. They overheard a wail again from the top of the mountain. Kyra, Cael, and Damon looked around.

Dakota saw it and laughed. “I hope she won't get mad at you since made her lose.” Dakota teased. Ray shook his head. “She's not like that, okay?” He defended her. “The second contest winner will receive a Grade 7 bow and arrows that are made by our Greatest Armament Master! Also, 20 billion gold coins.” Henry looked at the paper he was holding. “To Luna, the Eudoxcus Clan representative, please move forward.” “Go, Luna!" Soheila and Hector said at the same time and pushed Luna.

"We go to the source. We don't hide the Heart anymore, Dante. We use it." Dante grabbed the bag and slung it over his shoulder. He looked at the door, then at me, reaching out his hand. I took it, our fingers interlocking—Ink and Iron, perfectly fused. "Then let’s show them what a real monster looks like," he said. We stepped out of the cabin into the freezing night, ready to face whatever war Ligeia and my father had sparked. The Whispering Woods were silent no longer; the hunt was on, but for the first time, we weren't the prey.

I had almost gotten into the inner chamber where the God of breaker bow was. I remembered when the bow rested across my palms. Its body was forged from dark silverwood.When I tilted it toward the light, veins of gold shimmered across its frame. The string was not a string at all. It looked like liquid moonlight.I remember drawing a slow breath before pulling the string and light gathered.No—not light. Essence. The air bent, threads of energy twisting into form, spinning faster until an arrow appeared.

Camille instantly blushes, asking Louis to see the city with Ethan. Louis preliminarily disagrees, but after a lot of convincing, the stubborn princess finally gets what she wishes. They depart from the mansion, visiting an armory, where Prince Louis looks at the weapons being sold. He is great with a sword, but this time, a bow fascinates him. The wood that the crafter used is lignum vitae, one of the most durable wood in the world. The string is very flexible. Not to mention, the lightness and the intricate designs engraved on the bow’s surface. Surely, it would entice the wealthiest of buyers. The second prince expresses his interest to purchase the bow, but the shopkeeper tells him that