Aloysius Archer Series Novels & Stories

Stealing someone's wife and burning their photos—that's even worse than sticking pins in a voodoo doll! Archer couldn't care less about whatever nonsense was running through Anson's mind. After burning all of Larry's photos to ashes, Archer dusted off his hands and stood up. He emptied the bowl's contents, then took it back inside.

Memories of Rasmus fighting Alonso raked his head and he felt fear consuming his heart. He tried not to think badly because he knew she was strong but still, the worst thoughts came tumbling into his head as he hurried inside the palace. He was so engrossed in reaching the hall quickly that he didn't notice when one of Alonso's men attacked him from the side, taking Hunter off guard. Hunter dodged at the last moment barely saving his eye from the sharp dagger as blood dripped from his eyebrow. Hunter's claws extended out and with one swift move, he dug them into the guts of that man before pulling out. He grabbed that man's head and broke his neck. The noise of the bone cracking was loud eno

Archie stretched his hand, a glimmering blue hunting bow manifested out of thin air, "Now I can kill you by myself." The armored man kept sprinting towards them like a mad bull. Alia pulled out her sword. Evidently, it was going to be a two vs. one. When Archie lifted his finger, an arrow zoomed towards him like a drill. ~SWIIISSSHHHH~ Archie aimed the arrow with deadly precision. It cut straight through the air. The strike was filled with so much killing intent it even made Alia shudder. The intensity of the launched strike made the armored-man flinch as well. However, he didn't stop running. In fact, the armored man arched his arm back this time and struck the tip of the arrow with all of

Alaric easily evaded their attacks without killing them, wanting to keep to his words and let Asher have his fun. With the men firing bullets made with wolfbane, Asher had to be extra careful not to get shot; after all, he was still a wolf, and the bullet would definitely weaken him. As he was fighting, Alaric suddenly appeared in front of him, and he looked in shock to see that Alaric had caught a flying arrow. “Careful,” Alaric said, “this has the poison that was used that day.” “Thanks,” Asher said before taking the arrow from him and flinging it to the man who shot it, giving him a headshot. He turned then and punched the man behind him, breaking his head off his body, and watched as it

O’Connell determined to beat Archer and take his metaphorical trophy. Archer aimed, ready to take his final shot. Gently squeezing the trigger, he exhaled slowly. An image of Cara flashed across the target, her face etched in pain and worry. Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were stained with dried-up tears. The sudden interruption jolted Archer from his position, causing him to squeeze the trigger. The round flew past the target completely and hit the sandbank behind. “Shit,” he muttered, lowering his weapon.

Archer looked at her for a moment before saying, “Well Elizabeth, not only is Alpha Rafael still hunting for Drake and Avery with the Lycaon, he’s just brought on the Blood Sorcerers, and they knew what I was doing. I barely got out in time.” Elizabeth? How did he know her name? I glared at him with accusation for a moment before putting that aside. My mind raced as I recalled the reputation of the Blood Sorcerers—dark magic-wielding witches and vampires trained as ruthless assassins. I had no desire to be caught in the crossfire of a war that could endanger Beth and my brood. I wanted Archer and Drake out of my territory immediately. “You can take Drake and get the he** out of here,” I said

I took it, and he helped me up the stairs. “My pleasure. We haven’t been formally introduced, I’m Alec.” He gave me a genuine smile. He had short blonde hair, and he was almost as big as Malachi, but not as broad. “Harlow.” I offered back as we made our way into the house. Malachi was behind me, carrying the bag. “What goodies did you bring?” Joe asked, he knew that the bag that Malachi held was mine, and it was full of weapons and not an overnight bag.

“May I?” “Of course.” With a surprisingly gentle movement for a man of his size, Archer lifted Celine and carried her with touching care. “Hello, little Celine,” he whispered. “I'm Beta Archer. I will protect you and your sister with my life.” Alex stood beside Callista, looking at Alaric with a gentle smile. “She looks like Alpha,” he commented. “His hair,” Callista agreed. “But his nose is like Seraphina's.” “And Celine?” I asked, looking at my daughter in Archer's arms.

Archer shrugs nonchalantly as if he didn’t just give me a lot of alcohol so that I end up telling him the truth, “Now you and Axel?” “Oh hell no sir. I will not say anything in this drunken state.” I say as I successfully sit on the chair near the bar on my third try as Archer continues watching me with pursed lips. “Tell me.” He orders and I glare at him. “How about we play a game?” I suggest. “No.” “You ask me questions like a gun to your head- Who is your favourite friend’s character?” I continue, ignoring his rude interruption as I finish my second glass. “As a person who has had a gun to their head. I don’t think such questions are asked. But I’ll play. Gun to your head- Would you be in

Kayson avoided it easily and took a brisk step forward to kick Archer. “Ahh!” Archer flew through the air and fell on the dining table with a slam. “You! B*stard! Who are you!? Tell me your name if you have the guts!” Archer was going berserk in rage. He had almost succeeded, but this blind *ss came out of nowhere. “Just an employee of Wolfenden Corp.,” Kayson answered and went up again. How could a piece of trash who indulged himself in alcohol and s*x be Kayson’s opponent?