Aloysius Archer Series Novels & Stories

Smoke rose up from the bullet hole as we saw his head down the ground, and his blood pooled wider and wider. "Who the fu—" Bang! Inky's head burst next before he could even finish his sentence. I froze. My breath gasped. I didn't know whether this gunman would spare me or kill me next. Scarry yanked out his knife, eyes darting around. "Sh-Show yourself, you coward!" Laughter echoed, revealing it to be a man's voice. Then, just like the others, Scarry dropped dead with a gunshot wound on his head. The man stepped forward into the light. He wore a light gray business suit, gripping a gun with black leather gloves. His ear-length dark hair was loosely wavy like mine. He stopped in front of me a

called Archie with a high intonation. He and Lyla managed to align themselves with the two Argent brothers. Loui gave a crooked smile, returning Archie's uncharacteristically unfriendly greeting. "You know that Ash is the only Alpha who can lead all the werewolf clans throughout Moonwood? Did you give him your blood on purpose, and want to turn it into a Hybrid like me, huh?" said Archie. He didn't let Loui answer his questions step by step, one by one. Archie uttered all his lines in one breath, like a woman sulking at being bullied so badly. Chatty and a bit scary at the same time.

Archer was persuaded in less than a minute. But what transpired that night was far beyond what I imagined; he was having far worse thoughts. On the day we went inside the library, I felt something painful in the back of my stomach as he shut the door, and when I looked around, I saw Archer's malevolent gaze once more. Slowly, I dropped to the floor, but I attempted to scream as loudly as I could. While I twisted and bled in anguish, he kept yelling at me that I had never loved him, that I would never love him. I attempted to fight him off, but he was much stronger than me, and I believed that was the end of me. But then Amalia rushed in and helped me; she found something sharp and stabbed Ar

My mate, however, seems to have no problem keeping up with the conversation. “Yes, that’s right. I’m Lady Queen Leana.” “Queen Leana. Our King, King Aolis, said it was safe for us to introduce ourselves to you and this vampire clan.” “King Aolis is correct. No one here will harm you. I am a Guardian, as you know. I would never allow anyone to hurt you,” Leana tells them. “I am Alok. This is my brother, Agis, and these are Syllia, Edea, and Keya. We live in this forest.”

His eyes were fixed on his assassin Alpha and his beta, he knew that it would be his part to become Alpha considering that Knox had no heir or family. “Who?” “The Lycan, his name is Alpha Alaric, and you can check for proof that I wouldn’t do it.” Alessandro said. His eyes were fixed on the assassins that cornered the grounds, and I took a deep breath, knowing that things were going to be exhausting on Aurora if she held onto the barrier for a long while. “We are in a war against the hunters…” “We always have been.” He said, stopping Alessandro. “Only this time we have the Lycan and one of the rogue packs. Lucius.” I said, looking at Ryker who frowned.

He suggested, looking at me with hopeful eyes. Wow! “Umm… Archie, don’t you think that you’re taking this a tad bit too far?” Lucas interrupted his cousin. Don’t stop him now! “Shut up, Lucas! I have to win her back!” Archer glared at Lucas before turning back to me with a pleading expression on his face. Hehe! “A slave, huh?” I feigned indifference. This is awesome! “Yes.” Archer answered eagerly. He’s signing his death sentence and he doesn’t even know it!

Archer chuckled and said, “You will make a great husband to your wife.” Hunter’s eyes trailed over to his brother and he said, “Who the hell wants to get married, I have no time for all of that shit.” “No swearing around Astéri,” Archer grumbled. “Then don’t speak nonsense you wolf!” Hunter hissed and laughed out loud. * Lewis returned home finding Astéri lying on Hunter’s back on the floor covered with a blanket and Archer on the couch asleep too and slowly falling off. He shook his head and picked his son up then sat with him on the free couch and looked down at him. Astéri had a round blue mark around his nose and groaned, “Did you run into glass again? You won’t be able to use your nose

FLASHBACK ONE MONTH AGO: I was looking at him and he was looking towards us. He was counting the number so he can shoot him. Archard slowly move from his back and jumped over him. He quickly grab the gun out from his hand. I moved towards them but before I could do anything there fight started. Alaxia and cloe intrapped and stopped there fight. I jumped into a fight and stopped azalaic from hitting archard. I hugged him and said, " Relax azalaic.." But azalaic was out of control. He took the gun and tried to shoot archard but he failed and the silver bullet hit straight into my arm and I fated down. There was a pain but the pain with heart broken.

“No. I have informed him about your visit. He is currently talking to the Wenos pack. They are still saying the same thing.” “What if Kazeal is trying to protect Vidar? Well, we know he helped him earlier too,” I said in a low tone. “He is a Saint, princess. Saints are not obliged to be loyal to anyone. He is doing what he must, to stop a war. That’s what he is here for. If he needs to choose between one and thousands of lives, he will not take a second to sacrifice that one life,” Archer said. “No one knows that better than me.” I walked round the glass table which Archer had covered with several documents, letters and scrolls that looked quite ancient. “What are these?”

Then they both looked at their eldest brother. "The plan," Archer said, with the particular relish of someone who had been waiting to say this, "to fuck the truth out of our little hunter maid." He tilted his head. "Brother." The room was quiet. Outside the windows, the estate grounds were dark and still, the kind of deep nighttime quiet that belonged to places with a lot of space between them and the rest of the world. Alaric sat in the reading chair. He looked at his brothers, Archer with his bright dangerous eyes and Aiden with his precise hungry smile and both of them watching him with the patient certainty of wolves who already knew what his wolf had already decided, who were simply wai