Aloysius Archer Series Novels & Stories

I opened my mouth in horror as I realized his fingernails had turned into claws. “This asshole I want killed,” Paul said with amusement, paying no attention to Archer's appearance. “Don't do anything foolish,” I pleaded with Paul, fearing the worst. “I'm not going to save your lover, so you might as well watch him die so you learn your lesson,” Paul said proudly and one of the men sat me down on the floor. What happened next was like watching an action movie. Archer approached the hooded men at unnatural speed. He hit them one by one without hesitation and knocked them out on the floor, giving them no time to strike back. That made Paul gasp in fear and try to move away, but Archer caught hi

Archer’s first punch is quickly followed by many, many more, delivered from both sides. The guards outnumber the brothers five to one, but each brother, even Steven, fights with a determined ferocity I haven’t even seen before. Anyone that so much as comes close to the opening where Isaac and I are standing meets a dire end. Archer has been growing steadily more wolfish. His hands have begun curling like claws. His eyes are flashing dangerously. As he’s tearing through three other guards, one slips past him, heading toward Isaac and me. I shove Isaac behind me and, with no hesitation, kick the imposing guard straight in the crotch. He crumples up at once.

At the center, the Archivist floats, her body a conduit for the void, her voice a siren song erasing warriors mid-swing. The Hunter loads his gun. "You sure?" I cock the storm-gun. "I'm done running." We charge. --- **The Final Verse** The Archivist sees us coming. "*Fools!* You can't kill a god!" "We're not here for the god," the Hunter snarls. "We're here for the *priest*." He fires. The bullet tears through her mosaic face, glass shards scattering. She screams, the void in her unraveling. I aim at the rift above her-a pulsating wound in the sky. The static in me surges, merging with the storm-gun's charge.

His father sending this boy over as a distraction so him and his band of freaks can attempt to take this pack, something I know wouldn’t work but with the looming war over our heads, we have to be mindful at what resources we are using. Before I had time to dwell on that thought longer, a clean and in new clothes Theo walks from the bathroom smiling over at me as though he had been on one of the best trips of his life. But as he looked around the room, I saw him sadden a little. “Where’s Archer?” He asked as I pulled the covers on the bed back to allow him to climb in, which he soon does and lays down with an even bigger smile on his face. “Archer was called away to some important Alpha work

Orpheus Bathory:: "Fatherrrrrrr!!" Alaric screamed as he watched his father drop dead on the ground from the arrow that went straight to his heart. His eyes became like a bloodshot red as he turned to look who the shooter is but then it did nothing than to weaken him the more.

“Archer, is this true?” “No,” he looked into my eyes genuinely. A sort of pleading gleamed in those beautiful amber eyes. “Shut up,” Axel hissed. “I can bury you into my walls all by myself, Alpha.” “Oh, really?” Something in Archer’s face says that he’s accepting the challenge Alpha Axel brewed. “Perhaps you forgot, all the other Alphas bow down to me. Even the old ones...respect me.” Archer slid an eye to me. “Even Alpha William.” “What?” I blurted. I looked like some foolish duck who lost my way and stumbled upon two Wolf Kings fighting.

he asked. "King Felix of Waecomor now rules the Kingdom of Grilux after he killed King Aldeon." Archer lost his temper and rushed to the guard as he put his hand around his neck and raised him inches from the ground. The other guards were alarmed and pointed their swords at Archer but they made no further action. "Dare to move an inch and I'll send you to meet your creator, you pests!" he furiously growled. Breaking the guard's neck and tossing his body on the bloody ground, he rides in his horse and made way to the castle with eyes burning in anger.

he demanded. "M-Maya," I whispered, the word barely audible over the sound of my blood rushing in my ears. "Maya," he repeated, testing the weight of it on his tongue. He leaned down, his face inches from mine, and I could smell the spice and woodsmoke on his skin. "I am Archer." Archer. The Alpha of Alphas. My breath caught for the third time, my head light with the realization of exactly whose mercy I was at.

His face was still unreadable but now there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. Warning alarms were going off in my head. It almost felt like he was toying with me. “My name is Ailani Hart, lead architect working on the Dominion mansion redesign and modelling.” “I know exactly who you are.” He moved closer, his steps came out heavy on the marbled floor as he walked around his desk and came to a stop in front of me. Up close he was even more intimidating than before. He was so close that I could feel his body heat radiating off him as he dipped his head down until we were at the same eyelevel, the smell of his cologne clouding my senses. A mixture of spice and sanderwood, an alluring combin

"Please, Archer, I need to know." Taking a deep breath, Archer finally opened up about an incident that occurred three months earlier at Alice's baby shower. He revealed that he had been receiving threatening messages and was struggling to trace their source. Archer suspected a woman Archer encountered might be behind it, as she had managed to cast a spell that only dissipated when I arrived just in time to intervene, and the mystery lady disappeared. Otherwise, he feared he might have unknowingly followed her under the spell's influence. Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel frightened by the implications.