Archer Emiya Novels & Stories

A good for nothing witch had made her reach that state, she won't let it stay like that. "Are you all right, Miss Ives, should I slow it down?" Emma smirked but that only infuriated more the red-haired woman. Then Gia sheathed her sword and from her ring, an arch bow appeared, it was a special kind of bow, made especially for her fire. She was the only one who could use it as it was a gift from her dear grandfather. And it could increase any of her attacks by several times. She created an arrow ready to throw it at Emma, however, that single movement was gifted with a powerful pressure from the dragon on the side. A man, she knew very well.

They couldn't bring the chopper down. I remember the random text, - Your sharpshooter will betray you. I took my gun out and pointed at it. I knew merely guns could not bring it down. " May I, sir." Arsh said, holding a small missile launcher in his hands. He pointed it toward the chopper. Missile hit it on the back side. It blasted and fell on the ground, burning, smoking and spreading heat around. Blast's sound reverberated in the sky. " You're a crazy man. But I like this toy. " Aakash grinned.

"Gotcha!" Yuka, a level six warrior emperor, stepped forward and unleashed her spiritual energy.

I rolled my eyes, pulling away from him. “You are getting attacked, Mia. You’re getting attacked by your emotions.” He whispered. What? I looked up to his face to see real, genuine concern written across his handsome features. Is this really happening? I couldn’t help myself as a single tear rolled down my cheek. “Let me help you, Mia.” Archer whispered as he took a step closer to me. “Please.” He brought his hand up, gently stroking my cheek. “I am not a fucking damsel in distress waiting for my knight in shining armour, Archer.” I snapped at him.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

One by one, they stand and greet Mauve with a sweet smile. “Your majesty, I'd like to present Anaia Witkinson, the leader of Valiant; our warriors and defense of Elite. Renee Ahmed is in charge of Concord which governs agriculture, nature, and peace. Stella Griffits, leading Sapient which spearheads Elite’s technology, intelligence, and advancement. Last but certainly not the least, Lawrence Payne, leader of Veracity; the law and Honesty in all of Elite.”

The Black Mountain Demon Emperor sneered. But the smile quickly froze on his face. As Zhang Fan slowly drew the bow, the reddish beams turned into a bowstring. At the same time, a long arrow made of flame, like a Vermilion Bird that was about to fly, was being formed bit by bit. The long cry of the Vermilion Bird rang out in the air. Swoosh! The purple longbow was instantly pulled to the full extent, and the arrow shot out violently. "So fast..." The Black Mountain Demon Emperor could only see the shadow of the arrow. In a hurry, he placed his two sabers in front of him.

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

Which I shouldn't be feeling. I stared down at my hands, my knuckles were still faintly smeared with soot and blood. These hands were meant to lead, to command, to protect my pack, not to touch an omega who trusted me as her Alpha. Damn it. I ran a hand through my hair, the motion sharp and restless. I couldn't let this happen again. I couldn't afford it. I am Alpha Archer of the Western Pack, a title that demands control, distance, and strength. Desire is a luxury I cannot indulge right now, especially for someone like her.

Takaris suffered through brunt of it. The boy proved unskilled with the bow. His arrows skewed wide, and he dallied the longest during his retrieval, earning him the most strikes. This seemed to foster a growing tension between both boys. It was a tension Sethlzaar found he could do without. "It's all about the technique," Emeril would say as she walked behind them. "Don't just pull the string. Push the bow." She was a slender woman with hair color the red of fire. It betrayed her as a denizen of the nunish tribe, one among many found in Naftali, west of the realm. She had a peculiarly soothing voice which she could bellow with the authority of any priest.