The Bronze Bow Novels & Stories

We set up for the contest. Killian, ever the silent observer, stepped forward, a gleam of amusement in his eyes as he handed me a bow. It was a beautiful piece, crafted from silver wood and adorned with delicate carvings that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. It was his own. "For you, my dear," he said, his voice laced with a playful undertone. "May the best archer win."

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

Her mouth opens—probably to argue. Then the next attacker appears at the far end of the hall with something in his hands that makes my blood go ice. A brinks strap. Not cuffs. Not a pair. A single reinforced band designed to cinch fast. Like a muzzle for power. He throws it. It whistles through the air toward the bedroom door. I throw myself sideways and catch it mid-flight with my paw. The strap bites into fur, metal teeth catching, trying to clamp down. Pain sparks up my arm.

he said, calming a little from the calmness surrounding Rose and the pleasing sweet scent of her. Gently grabbing the bow by the grip, Rose carefully lifted it up out of the box and let it rest in her hand for a second to feel the weight of it. It felt different from any other bow she had held before and it seemed like the weight of it changed as he moved it around. Turning her hand slightly to look it over, Rose saw that the bow string was also golden and though it looked like it would cut into your flesh if you touched it, it felt just right as she ran a finger over it. "It's beautiful" she said as she looked at the back of it to see what the symbols were. The symbols looked foreign. Unlik

“It looks ugly, but it has the right structure. Well done. I have many bows in my army. I will give you one.” Nuri turned to a footman and said, “Go to the army and find Wayde. Tell him to bring the Sun Bow to the palace.” “The Sun Bow? You mean the bow made in the snow stove?” Doyle almost jumped up, “I heard that it was made of Arctic pine and gold and burned in the most famous stove for 30 days. I remember it was in the land of the Werebear, but I never expected it to be in your army. That's great!”

Titan exhaled loudly as though he doubted the protector of Les Bois. A small smile tugged at the corners of Papa’s mouth. He let his quiver of arrows fall to the forest floor with a soft thud. Cory sat back down slowly as her eyes trailed over the quiver. It had the same markings as the rock on which Papa sat and the Omniscient Oak. It was eerily quiet all of a sudden as he showed the travellers another case. The case was almost exactly the same as the quiver except for one distinct difference: the markings on this case burnt much brighter. They burnt so brightly Cory wondered if there was a fire lit within. Everyone was staring at the case as if transfixed by it. No one spoke. They simply w

He couldn't believe what I had just done. "I have never seen a lady like you that can use a bow this big." He said. His voice was a bit hushed, maybe because he was still surprised to see a woman firing an arrow with great force. Without another word, he quickly went to his chest and rummaged through it. He was looking for something and when he found it, he turned to me and presented a bow made from the finest metal. The metal that was used for the body had a golden color and it shined when light was reflected on it. It wasn't as big as the bow that I just used but it was enough for me to hold tightly.

Her words were gritted between clenched teeth, the veins in her neck protruding as disdain flowed through her veins. I didn’t dare say another word. There was the same evil darkness in her that I saw in Damon. Nico was dark too, but his was different. It’s like he tried to fight his where this woman and Damon embraced it, fed it lived it. She lifted her arm again, but this time a glint of silver flashed under the light. I gasped when I felt the blade against the skin of my neck, and all I could do was close my eyes and hold my breath, anticipating the slicing of flesh.

coral formed; I swallow hard feeling my skin glow under the light of the cracks of sun that come out from behind the clouds in the sky. "Father I know you are watching me, know that I will do anything and somehow I will avenge his death, I will make the mistake under his penalty be seen." I start riding under the arena, the warm breeze hits my face making my rust-colored hair sway to the rhythm of it, I take a deep breath starting my presentation, the horse starts to pick up speed, and I automatically imagine myself among the trees express and thick from the forest where I hunt, when jumping an obstacle I imagine a common branch and then I make the horse jump, the crowd screams with the fea

Aefstine could already see it contains a bow. But when the king brought it closer, he saw that it wasn't just any bow. "Oh, gosh." Randal passed the bow to his hands and he gazed at it, awed at the beautiful carvings on it, tracing it with his fingertips gently. It had metal, but it was still very light. It was shorter than a longbow, but only slightly and it had Aefstine's name carved on the metal part. It was the most beautiful bow he had ever seen… and received.