Aloysius Archer Series Novels & Stories

If you are from a noble family in Derra Avades, it's impossible not to recognize the youngest minister and the right hand of His Majesty. "Lord Alzaro!" Leonora's fancy opening that almost lost her balance on the sudden erection. Lord Alzaro Varuedos, the top nobleman in the empire, is known for being honorable and upright. He was a savant who rose from the ranks and became a high ranked official at a young age. Aside from her very good reputation, there is also no denying that she has a look that can be sold to women.

“I shall be gone, then. Tell Anselm that we shall meet him in Father’s chambers shortly.” ARCHER heard the loud giggling of his sister Agatha as he knocked on the oak door of her chambers. “Agatha? Madeleine? It is I, Archer. I need to speak with the both of you.” The heavy door opened, revealing a grinning Princess Agatha. She was a lively, fierce one: always high-spirited, but at the moment, she took one look at his grim expression, and her grin dropped. She stood up straighter, her usually mischievous eyes somber.

Without thinking twice, Archer strangled his neck, he was about to hit him when I stopped him and whispered into his ear “If you do this what will the pack think of you” He glanced at me and released him. “Ryker, I am ready to compete with you… I will make sure you lose to me” Archer said, gazing at him. “Oh. Then let's see," he muttered. We all went to the elder's place, we met the leader of the eldest whose name is Fridolf, he stared at them both for some minutes before speaking. “Ryker, since you insist you want to compete with Archer then you can but I surely know that you are gonna lose this battle because Archer is stronger than you,” Elder Fridolf said and he was furious.

“I speak as if she will be. And I don’t make promises I can’t keep, and I am glad that the two of us managed to stand in a ground where we can truly and fully agree on.” As I left the hall, my thoughts were already elsewhere, threads tightening, pieces sliding into place. A missing rogue. An Alpha willing to sell his own blood. And a man who would burn the world before letting her fall. And an enemy who just so happened to be attached to that little wrench. Perfect. The game was finally becoming interesting.

I could tell that he'd fallen asleep. I made him lie on the couch with his head on my lap. Lee walked in with Axel on his wheelchair. "How's he doing?" Lee asked. "He's not okay. He was drunk when I found him" I said. Lee's gaze softened. "He's shivering" Axel pointed out. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked very pale. Lee grabbed a blanket and placed it on Arch's sleeping form. "He'll be fine. He's strong" I said, stroking his hair.

The Hunters prepared to draw their long-barreled weapons in a calculated manner, smiles of satisfaction on their faces as they assumed that absolute victory was within their grasp. The first shot aimed at Alaric's head echoed among the wolves' howls. The silver bullet nearly lodged itself in the Alpha's head, but fortunately only hit the wolf's ear. A burning, stinging sensation ran through Alaric's body, silver being his most obvious weakness. The next shots rang out in unison and attacked the dazed Alaric. The wolf was no longer idle, Alaric lunged at several hunters in a single attack and severed their throats in a single chop, but the shots from the remaining Hunter didn't stop trying to

I was left there, standing in the middle of the plaza, recalling tidbits of information about the previous timeline. Archer is a hunter who is talented and is quick on his feet whenever someone is in trouble. His power is one of a kind. Though it may seem strong, it has one flaw—he could not take numerous tiny foes all at the same time. This makes Belzeebub the only demon that Archer could not face and he is also the one who killed Archer in the past.

Some of them even stuck out the two lumps of meat on their chest to rub against their arms. The perks of being a star student! Soon after, she noticed another group of people who had surrounded a few other youths. “Who is he?” Audrey pointed toward an arrogant young man with an archer badge pinned on his chest. “The boss of the Archer Division, Carlo. A moron who thinks he is the number one in the world.” Allan snorted. “What about him?” Audrey pointed to another young man that was crowded around by fourth and third-year seniors of the Herbology Division.

Our carriage is followed by the warriors, I am sure that Carla was there in one of those. Across from me, Alpha Archer leaned back slightly, one arm resting on the window frame. The morning light touched his jawline which I didn't fail to notice and admire, it is sharp and still, his long lashes casting his eyes in shadow. He wasn't wearing his armor now, just a black tunic and a cloak bearing the Western crest. But even without the armor, he looked like someone who carried wars in his silence. He looked more handsome than yesterday or the day before. Now I will have more time to see him up close. I swallowed hard as I managed to steady my heartbeat. It was the first time I had been in such

thought Archer. Archer never thought of Chris as his friend. He approached Chris with ulterior motives. Chris and his Beta Liam were the strongest werewolf's in the werewolf community with a pack of approx. 1000 wolves. Being friends with them was an advantage for Archer. He always thought Chris does not deserve to be the strongest wolf, it should be him. He wanted to be the King of werewolves wherein the entire werewolf community bows down to him. Chris was too lenient, he was not ambitious enough and was just happy being busy with his own pack. He never made proper use of the power he had. But Archer was not a fool. He knew currently he was not in a position to be the King. He could never