The Bronze Bow Novels & Stories

“The princess of Handar.” He cocked his head to the side and studied her face for a moment. “Nya, sweetheart, you can’t possibly--” Slate’s words were cut short as an arrow pierced his body, near his heart. Her eyes enlarged as she turned to see one of the Beelzanborg troops getting ready to notch another arrow. Flint, Slate’s brother, was near the soldier and moved at him, anger apparent on his reddening face. He drew his sword and cut him down, but when Nya turned back to Slate, she could see it might be too late.

This was especially so whenever he looked back at the items he currently had in his inventory. ``````````````````Flashback``````````````````` Hidden Bow had finally turned around to face the person that has been scaring him since their initial encounter. Upon closer inspection, Hidden Bow noticed that this Lycan was a size smaller than the two that he was recently partnered with. Besides that, he also noticed that this smaller Lycan was no longer equipped with a knife as he previously saw when dealing with those crocodiles earlier. Instead, he was now equipped with some tonfa-looking armaments.

Troy explained there was recently some trouble and Professor Pops was reassembling the magical creatures, but he didn't give more detail. We weren't there for the purpose of studying the creatures anyway. Troy walked toward the back and unlocked the door to what appeared to be a weapon's room. "Pick your poison," he said, flipping on the light. It buzzed and flickered the way old lights did. I picked up the weapon closest to me. It was a brushed onyx bow. A quiver of arrows sat next to it, though the feathers on the ends weren't feathers at all but made of thin strips of metal. I gently brushed the tips of my fingers along the stiff fibers. While still in Sharra, the bow had been a weapon I

I yell from my tree cover to Adrian's. "I left my wallet at the orphanage," He audaciously jokes. "Just do it!" While Adrian stalls the creature, I re-attempt to conjure a bow. "You will need an arrow too." Blizzard intervenes. The pulsing power travels down my arm into the hovering hand. I can do it... I believe in myself... Crystalizing jingles compel me to open my eyes. A light blue phoenix-shaped bow replaces the dagger. The draw weights and limbs have the shape of wings, while the arrow resembles the head and tail of the majestic creature.

I whispered in awe. “Why did you choose it?” “It represents me. It represents my growth. It represents what I've been through. My insecurities, pain, experience, everything and how I'm still growing despite all of it” I explain. The bow had swirling patterns around it like vines, to represent the union between Jason and I like we perform at the ritual. At the core of the bow, I infused a little of my soul so I can call on it each time without delay. The bowstring itself was a manifestation of power—a shimmering, translucent water-like thread pulsating with a faint luminescence. It represents the strength drawn from my experience, the power cultivated through growth, and the unity born from l

She was smiling—a sharp, devilish smile that made my heart race—but it was not as chilling as the expression I had seen yesterday, when her nails had hovered at my throat, ready to pierce. And in her hands was the weapon that declared her supremacy. Her bow. The bow of our ancestors. Forged from divinium, a metal so rare it was almost legend, and adorned with gems unearthed by generations past. The weapon was said to carry enchantments, its power sealed by ancient chants that bound it with magic. It had once belonged to my father, who in his time had been the most exceptional archer of our bloodline, respected even beyond our family’s borders. His name had been etched into history, his arrow

VENUS But Bronze doesn’t listen. His rage snaps like a whip as he storms toward Rowan, fisting his shirt collar and slamming him back against the wall. I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth, as Bronze bares his canines, his eyes glowing with fury. “Is this what you wanted?” Bronze snarls at him. “To take what belongs to me? Is this how you plan to sabotage me?” My brows knit together in confusion. Sabotage? What is he talking about?

Besides, almost everyone carried poultices or treasures with them. Zephyr frowned at the stench of blood in the air. He quickly ran over to the archer’s corpse, picking up his scoreboard. “He already has two thousand points? He must’ve killed many people with this method!” Zephyr sighed. ‘His bow and arrow doesn’t seem to be of common make either!’ Zephyr thought to himself as he looked at the bow. The bow had intricate carvings of rune on its body. Observing it, light shimmered from it. ‘A fine bow!’ he thought, as he reached for it. However a voice soon came after, interrupting him. “Hold it boy!” A boom followed this voice which rippled through the surrounding area.

Alpha Jared left me a few steps behind, and I quickly caught up with him. "Some people know him as The Emperor Salvatore," Alpha Jared said. I saw a wooden bow with a silver symbol near the painting. Next to it were two silver-edged arrows. We stopped there. "Silver Bow." Alpha Jared pointed to the bow in the glass case. I looked away. Deliberately not saying anything, I waited for him to explain the bow. "The Silver Bow is the weapon the hunters used to kill Salvatore's descendants. And this one is used to kill The Alpha King Salvatore," he explained.

Maximum use is three times. Evolutionary Bow and Arrow (Noble): A masterpiece by the fallen gnomes of Styr with unending arrows possessing impeccable tracking. Clothing (Common): They're not resealable so just find a way to make use of 'em. / “The bow and arrow actually… they came with me!” Dina exclaimed happily, she knew it would but still felt exhilarated that it was there. At least she had something to hold onto that could remind her of her group.