Aloysius Archer Series Novels & Stories

He said it the way he said everything — with the expectation that the name would do the work. The wolf looked at him with silver-grey eyes and lifted its lip over teeth that were not ambiguous. Aaron put his fists up. Old instinct. Bad instinct. “I’m warning you—” The wolf moved. It hit him center mass and took him straight back into the stream. The water was shockingly cold — October-cold, the kind that knocks breath out of you — and shallow enough at the edge that he hit stone underneath, and then the wolf was on top of him, pinning him with a weight that made his ribs creak.

I reach for the pistol tucked in my belt. Before I can reach it, Rocco moves. Faster than I can follow, he shifts into a giant fucking wolf. His jaw clamps around my arm with a strength that defies reason. I try to break free, but it’s like trying to fight against a mountain. His sharp canines break my skin the more I struggle, and blood drips from my arm. The storm falters, my power slipping as he holds me in place. Alicia steps forward, her eyes cold. “This was never about strength, Archer. It was about loyalty. And you’ve lost the loyalty of our people.”

Upon arriving at the Ferretti’s mansion, I’m escorted by the butler to Aolo’s study. As I stride into the room, Aolo stands up and greets me, “Archer, it’s good to see you,” he says with a smile. I place the package I have brought on his desk, and he nods in approval at the flowers. I extend my hand for a handshake, which he eagerly accepts.

Dread Hideout, Dread Country Sighing, Acharius headed back toward his caves. His huge form should’ve lumbered, but he moved far lighter than he should’ve for his size. His blonde hair hung to his shoulders, a few warrior braids near his face. A fur was slung over his back with a bow and a quiver over that. He lifted the bow over his head just as he reached his chamber but paused when Alazareth’s voice summoned him back out. “Acharius!”

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Across the chamber, Elowen turned back toward the maps. “The Architect will not wait long before testing Blackwood again.” The room darkened slightly. Even the roots seemed to tense. Alaric’s expression sharpened immediately. “It retreated.” “For now.” Elowen touched one of the maps lightly. “But the Architect adapts faster than gods.” Cold unease curled through Eleanor’s stomach. “What exactly is the Architect?” Silence followed. Not avoidance. Careful consideration. Finally Elowen answered softly: “The first thing that ever mistook control for love.”

The situation would definitely go out of control, which would be very unfavorable to Benny's side. However, Archie didn't want to suffer such a loss. Therefore, he had to fight back. The target of his counterattack was Yoseph. Although he didn't find any evidence to prove that this matter was instigated by Yoseph. But he had to give him a warning. If he dared to shoot at his home so brazenly again, he would not hesitate to let the bullet penetrate his body. Standing under the shower, water rushed down from the top of his head. Archie raised his head. The water outlined his handsome face and sexy body. His aggressive and explosive body was as graceful and slender as a cheetah.

A huge black wolf was attacking Luca's wolf with claws out and fangs flashing. Blood quickly stained the white landscape. Shaking, Nova pressed herself against the trunk of a tree, staring wide-eyed at the savage fight. Arche was fierce, an Alpha after all, but he was clearly at a disadvantage. That black wolf looked like a demon. His swipes went straight for the muzzle, the throat, the eyes, and then, in one final attack, he ripped a deep wound across Arche's belly. His howl of pain echoed through the whole forest. I watched him drop under the other wolf's weight.

He had never felt this useless in his life. After a labored supper he went to bed. Archer was back in the forest where Novia and Randi’s carriage had been ambushed. He had just gotten there with Adalia. He remembered sending her into the forest to look for his sister, then getting into the fight. Archer looked around as the fight came to life in his mind, he could see everyone there, Doran, Conan, Lionell and Gabrielle but there was one person he didn’t see. The fight was slowly dying down. Adalia, Novi and Randi emerged from the trees. He turned around towards her, and then he saw the look of terror in her eyes. Archer turned around and saw the shadows begin to ripple and coalesce. The dark

⸻ The words blurred before Alessio’s eyes. “Archive…” he whispered. “What exactly is it?” ⸻ The Raven didn’t answer. Instead… He looked toward the Oath Blade. The blue glow surrounding it had become brighter. The weapon seemed almost… Alive. ⸻ Suddenly— Alessio’s vision blurred. His grip tightened around the dagger. A violent pain exploded inside his head. Memories. Hundreds of them. Not his own. Faces he had never seen. Kings. Queens. Soldiers. Children.