Anita Archer Books Novels & Stories

In short, my life would be ruined. Naturally, I ignored Alex's advice. Who was the mysterious backer anyway? How was he that confident that he'd be able to make the agency—which was actually my family's company—fire me in the first place? The moment I opened the private room's door, I couldn't help inhaling sharply. It wasn't out of fear or anything—I was just taken aback by how cold it was inside the room. When I stepped through the doorway, I saw an old man in his 50s welcoming me in a friendly manner. Sadly for him, his friendliness did nothing to warm me up. Instead, I felt my heart plunging into an icy abyss.

Rowan had always believed books were meant to be read. She never expected one to read her back. Rowan had spent three years as the youngest archivist in the Arcane Athenaeum without ever breaking a single rule. She was perfect for the role: quiet, meticulous, and painfully shy. At twenty-six, she still blushed when scholars complimented her handwriting. Her uniform was always crisp, high-collared white blouse, long charcoal skirt, sensible shoes, and wire-rimmed glasses that constantly slipped down her nose. While other archivists chased rumors of lost spells and hidden power, Rowan preferred the comfort of cataloging, dusting, and preserving the fragile silence between endless rows of books

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.

My notebook stayed blank, my thoughts spinning around one annoying, impossible truth: Archer King was trouble. And somehow, I’d just gotten myself caught right in the middle of it.

Getting close to your target is always the difficult part. “Are you looking for someone?” A voice shook her out of her reverie. Her eyes smoothly glide to her right, where she finds a chic blonde looking at her. Anna scans the woman—short, petite, youthful face—and finds the pile of books on her arms. Almost all are about laws. An obvious law student. Someone that belongs here. Yet, her voice was cheerful and innocent, her stare pure and kind. “Yes, actually. Do you know Yezekael Ferrer?” She straightforwardly asks, catching the woman off-guard. Anna doesn’t miss the tinge of pink creeping up the girl’s cheeks from her neck.

Beaming. "I'm swooning over you guys." Angela chirped fist bumping Lennox. She let out a low warning growl when Hunter flicked her forehead for fun and it f*cking hurt. "Wanna die?" She gritted as his brows shot up. "The f*ck you teaching her?" Hunter glared at Lennox who seemed indifferent and was focused on his gorgeous wife conversing with Silvia, Emma, Aurora, and Catherine. Draken stood among Xander and Azure.

" I wondered. I wished I could ask him. I wondered what could have happened to me if I wasn't released? If 'Martinez' liked me... I wondered why that kidnapper or is it hired killer? I wonder why he wanted to kill my mom, or who sent him. The cops were yet to find out too. Everything was confusing, but one thing was not- the fact that it was "Sword"(Uncle Robinson) who killed Anita, and that she had been part of the Blue Wolf, against her will, and she had had to pay with her blood. "Ariana" i looked up to see who had called my name in the middle of an ongoing lecture. It was Tory, a girl from Anita's class. My heart skipped a beat, because she stared at me with some warning look. "Yeah?" I

Shut the door and climbed back into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” He said, banging on the dash. THE END **Thank you for reading Rise of a Queen. I hope you enjoyed the adventure. And is it truly the end?** Find out what happened to King Kellen in the third installment of The Delta’s Daughter. The Gladiator Wolf King – Book 3 will concentrate on Kellen and more of your favorite characters. I hope you will join me on a new adventure. The Gladiator Wolf King - Completed and out now!

I get out of the chair and jut my chin at him. “What’s that?” “Oh,” Archer looks in his hands. He runs a hand through his hair. He’s clearly uncomfortable. “It’s a – uh book on mates.” He looks back at me. “I was thinking about our conversation. Wanted to know more.” I can’t believe it but Archer actually seems a bit embarrassed to be holding the book “Oh,” I say. “That’s…nice. What did you find?” He raises the book slightly. “Not much that I didn’t already know,” He looks around the room. “There’s books in here from the 1700s. I was hoping they’d tell me something I don’t know or provide a different perspective. But nothing.”

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."