Archer Box Set 1-14 Novels & Stories

“We need every hand ready. There is no room for hesitation when we march.” He bowed. “Understood.” I turned and walked across the yard, feeling the crunch of gravel beneath my boots. To one side, a group of archers stood in a loose line, each holding a shortbow. Their arms moved with practiced precision, drawing arrows and letting them fly into distant targets planted in the wall beyond. I recognized their Westwind wood arrows, they carried a faint golden glint, designed to blind the eye in bright daylight. “Captain Trell,” I said to the archer commander, young but hungry for victory. He stood ramrod straight, fletching arrows with care. “Your bowmen, how many can shoot true at a hundred pac

"She wants to play a game in our house, brother. I say we let her. And I say we make it one she has never played before." The silence that followed was a different kind than the one before it. Archer had gone completely still, not the stillness of restraint but the stillness of a predator that has just been handed exactly what it wanted and is taking one measured breath before it moves. His black eyes were bright. The mischievous smile that was his most dangerous expression was spreading across his face with the slow confidence of something inevitable. "I love the sound of that," he said. He turned to Alaric. The smile didn't waver. "Do you like the arrangement, Alaric?"

“You know this Apprentice. It is one of our first codes and…” “I realize this,” Orion interrupts, pressing his hand more firmly into the edge of the frame, increasing the power of his transmission. “And we aren’t asking for The Technicians to interfere directly,” he assures her. “But we do need a safe place to rest until we can…recalibrate and determine our next plans. We also have some lost tech that might be of use to you.” Orion turns his head slightly, urging Atremi to bring forward his toolbox. “A 3rd-century Archon Box,” she gasps, her eyes widening even before the air drake opens the lid and begins to pull out the contents. “Some of that Tech has been lost since before the first Terra

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

Indeed, 10,000 gold coins per archer wasn't an exorbitant amount, especially considering the potential benefits of upgrading their ranks. Indeed, with 400 captive beastmen, each representing a potential source of revenue, the cost of ascending the archers to B-rank could be balanced out effectively. [Side Quest Completed] [First Wave] [Reward - Ascendence] [Congratulations on Winning your first war without moving a finger]

I slowly pulled my hand away from Shae’s. I reached into my bag and pulled out a small, dark blue velvet box. It had been sitting at the very bottom of my suitcase, a heavy piece of history I hadn't been brave enough to touch until now. I stood up and walked toward the desk. Jovan’s entire body went rigid, but he let me move. I didn't look at Archer’s face. I just set the box on the table. Thud. "This is yours, Archer," my voice was steady, flat, and devoid of any warmth. "I’m giving it back."

I felt flushed and gave a low, hesitant, "...Okay." Just as I said it, Archer pushed the door open. His eyes swept over the open box. I froze for a second before snapping the lid shut. He acted like he hadn't seen a thing, turning to Moira with a flat, "Grandmother, did you need something?" "Just telling you to get to the springs," Moira said, nudging his shoulder. "Go change." Archer paused, but surprisingly, he didn't argue. A few minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom in his robe.

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Those bloodshot eyes are the eyes of the Archer who is losing control of his own body and emotions—his condition is striking him once more. "I can't even hurt Bryon or curse at Dad even when I'm furious, so how come I can do to Kaye the things you're accusing me of? Before you accuse me of being a liar, be sure your source is reliable and conveying the truth." Archer spit on the ground, then sighed loudly while messing up his hair. For a brief moment, I was afraid that our neighbors would open their doors because of his loudness.

“If Lu saw you right now, he’d be so pissed off. Alpha suits you.” I smirk. “Let’s see if I can keep people alive before you go slapping Alpha on me.” I clap his arm and go to the supply boxes. Hopefully, Bastian came through because I’ll definitely need what I’m looking for now. I went through the piles and found a long box. “There you are.” I say to myself. I open the long box to a black, shining compound bow and carbide arrows with triple blade arrow heads. I hold an arrow in front of me, twisting the shaft in my fingers. The blades flash the sunlight as they turn.