Archer Box Set 1-14 Novels & Stories

lucky him! Archer, being the son of the present Beta male held the position of the future Beta of their pack, had short, spiky sandy brown hair, green hazel eyes, a built body, dressed in a white shirt that hugged his body, showing off his belly abs, black jean jacket with a pair of black boots. Archer was also mated but to a male and the two loved each other dearly, not Minding the fact that they were the same sex. Karenina, the mother of their little group had short red hair that fell to her shoulders, greyish orbs, wearing a red top, black jeans, and red shoes, Karenina had also found her mate while their other friends, Jenny and Chris died a year ago from longing.

The moment I do, Kella’s instincts kick in and she pulls me and Drake across the room as something in the drawer explodes, sending a dusting of powder into the air. Drake growls, beside me. “Now I know what the gloves are for,” he says, going to the desk and picking up some heavy looking gloves. He goes to the drawer, pulling out a box. It looks like it might be wood under the dusting of powered silver and vervain. Drake takes it to the bathroom attached to the office and dumps it in the sink. I hear the water turn on as he grabs a towel and washes off the box. When he brings it back out, he sets it on the desk and opens it slowly.

“Here, drink it.” “Thanks, princess,” Zephyr finished the entire bottle in a few gulps. Water droplets slid from the corner of his lips down his throat. His adam’s apple bobbing sensuously with every gulp. He licked his lips and exhaled, wiping his mouth on his cuff. I gaped at his lips, and suddenly I was thirsty. He looked at me, and I looked away. “Ok, now that everyone is here. Let’s go,” Archer said. He was holding a considerably big wooden box.

"Yes ma'am! I'm aware..." She took a deep breath and inched towards the storage. A few minutes later, she returned with a huge box. When she opened it, Creed saw that the metal box was divided into 10 parallel sections, each carrying 10 different types of arrows. His fingers brushed against the soft velvet wall of the box, giving each arrow an unblemished contrast. Every arrow was made of a distinct element, different from the one next to it. Some had an alluring metallic luster, while others were brimming with alloy's toughness.

“Are you sure you want me to leave?” “Fuck no.” I grab his arms and tug him onto me, spreading my legs. Still breathing hard, I push his boxers down and wrap my hand around his large cock. Archer sits up a bit, removing his boxers, and I push myself up on my elbows, wanting to take a look at the dick that’s about to destroy me.

As I’m shifting everything in the bag – if I turn the shampoo sideways, I’m sure I can fit another pair of socks in here – Archer knocks on my open door. Standing in the doorway, he’s changed into an all-black ensemble like we’re going on some kind of special ops mission. He looks good though, just like he does in everything. That black long-sleeved t-shirt is stretched over the muscly expanse of his chest, showing every dip and line. I shake my head a little and scold myself. We can’t be distracted by Archer’s hotness right now! We have to protect my mom! I force myself back to my work of fitting way too much into a bag that’s much too small.

“Katrina, I’ve always wanted what’s best for you. If Archer is what makes you happy, then I’ll let you go. Just promise me one thing—be happy.” Tears pricked my eyes as I hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Jordan. For everything.” By the time I returned to Archer’s mansion, the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the sprawling estate. My footsteps slowed as I noticed something unusual. Roses—hundreds of them—scattered along the floor, leading up the grand staircase. “Archer?” I called out, my heart pounding. At the top of the stairs, Archer stood in a sharp suit, holding a small velvet box in his hand. Behind him, I saw faces I hadn’t expected—friends, members of the pack, and then—

Hunter interrupts as he turns me towards him. "Addison Archer," he kneels before me, his hands trembling as he pulls a small box from a pocket deep in his coat. "You are the most beautiful, brave, and magical woman I have ever known. Every day I'm near you feels like a gift, and I know that I don't deserve you." "Hunter," I try to stop him, but he shakes his head. "I..."

It felt like the entire pack was watching now. Alpha Archer moved first. He didn't speak immediately, instead, he circled us, twelve girls kneeling in the dirt, as though measuring us for something unseen. His boots crunched softly over the packed earth. Every step of his draws brings the scent of leather, iron, and blood closer. The bandages on his arms were a stark contrast to his dark tunic, but the power coming off him was unshaken, heavy as a storm front. He stopped behind me. I didn't turn my head, but I felt him there, a shadow at my back, the weight of his presence pressing down like a hand between my shoulder blades. My heart beat faster.

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.