Any Arrow 소설 & 이야기

She moves off of him and then takes the fighter stance, not one I've seen before. Not a sound was made in the arena when that happened it was quiet you can hear the needle drop. She dropped her shoulders and finally relaxed. She looked up at me. I looked at her with a proud look and never gave it to any woman before. She quickly looked away before she was blushing again ,I love that look on her face .

Holding a thumb over her shoulder, Lili asks, “Did you know there’s an arrow lying on the floor in the surgery in a little pool of dried blood?” “You didn’t touch it, did you?” Darby’s eyes have gone wide. “Anna, don’t touch that,” she calls over her shoulder. “Why?” “It’s poisonous.” Before the words are out of Darby’s mouth, Anna walks up with the arrow clutched in the blades of one of her ever-present garden tools. “The grain looks like it came from yew. Right?” Studying it a moment, she looks from the arrow to Darby. “Yes. Silver tips against weres and there was an enchantment on it. But with no one here, there was no reason to remove it.”

All participants have different color of feathers with them, corresponds to the color of their department and with the same number arrows provided to them. The three of them are standing with quite distance with each other, in order for them to concentrate their aim. The crowd was also in silence, but their heart were beating with excitement. Everything was ready, even the air are not that windy. All things are in steadily quiet and calm. The players exhaled and drawing their bows, the device was about to throw in 20 seconds, and there’s this Nathan, in shaking and have a hard time to draw his bow. Arrows are falling on the ground every time he tried to pull the string backward.

"As you wish, Sir Kromatova! Thank you!" "What?" Danil groans. "That's it? I brought my favorite gloves! At least let me use them!" TIK tok… tik tok… All that can be heard is the clicking sound coming from the wall clock in the vet's office. Ara's work has just finished. It's ten in the evening. All of her assistants had already gone home an hour ago. She's alone. Thinking about her parents' financial incapacity. The pandemic has been going on for a while. There's a virus lethal to human lives floating in the air. If one gets infected it has to be treated as soon as possible or that person will no doubt die.

Asura immediately took cover behind Arya Santanu's neck. "Oh, no ...." All arrows were aimed at Arya Santanu.

“I thought we could discuss something other than my issues. Maybe there is something anyone else wants to bring up while we are here.” My face remains straight, no matter how disappointed I am that I won’t be finding out anymore about Ren’s secret. Obviously they are done speaking about it. It’s none of my business. “Well I have something to propose,” I hear Grayson, Alpha of the Freedom Pack announce. I refuse to look at any of them. I refuse to give them any indication that I am paying attention to anything else but their needs. If any of them ask for water, I’ll be the first to get them.

I settled into the passenger seat, my mind still reeling from the events that had just transpired. "Arrow, can you see that there is something wrong somewhere?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper, like the soft, gentle rustle of leaves in an autumn breeze. Arrow's eyes flicked towards me, his expression thoughtful, like the soft, gentle gaze of a summer sunbeam that seemed to illuminate every detail.

The first light of dawn bled through the shattered window pane, casting cold, fractured shadows across the mahogany desk. Beside the pool of gray light, the arrow sat like a corpse on display. I stood over it, the heavy silk of my nightgown offering little protection against the morning chill as Ethan ran a calloused thumb along the shaft. "The fletching is made from the feathers of a northern tundra hawk," Ethan muttered, his jaw tightening as he looked up at me. "This wasn't shot by a random rogue, Aria. This arrow belongs to the personal armory of the Northern Border Guard."

Terror flickered in Nicholas's widened eyes, a stark reflection of the imminent threat of death that loomed over him. But before Arena could carry out her lethal intent and end that bastard’s life, the door was violently flung open, and an arrow pierced Arena’s body with precision. She crashed to the ground, her cries of pain echoing through the arena. The arrow, coated with wolfbane, sapped our powers, rendering us utterly defenseless. Helplessly, Arena’s helpless eyes watched as I saw through her eyes, witnessing our attacker approach.

Orion nodded once, repeating the words as he held the new general's gaze. "For the North."