Novel & Cerita Archer Emiya

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.

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.

“Well, that we know of. We believe she’ll show up when the time is right and she’ll announce her presence and existence.” Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a deep breath then she exhaled and looked at her old friends. This was it. “My mother was Lysabet Archer. I’m her daughter.” She glanced into Theodavian’s shocked eyes and she held his stare. “The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.”

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.

Kana get his bow and arrow back, then shoot it without looking. The arrow hit the target spot. "Bull's eye, Who wants a match with me? Anyone?" Commander Yin sat on the stool where the servant sat minutes ago. "My skills can kill you future empress, so no." he shook his head. "How about my shadow guards?" Kana softly said while his eyes landed on V. "Come on V, Get your sword." He commanded with certainty. V scratch his head. "My Lady, I don't want to fight you." "It's just a friendly match, come on." Kana encourage him.

The journey is long enough, and it gives Aranjo time to think about the Emperor, the Archer God. "Are you witnessing all this? Do you enjoy it and want to fuck me? One thing is for sure, we will do it when I return to the celestial realm and I will make you prostrate asking to be satisfied!" mumbled Aranjo, addressed to the Emperor of the celestial realm. The Archer God who was always watching Aranjo through the portal mirror, felt something tickling. The taste that had been so long gone had never even approached him, even God Archer was sure that the taste was already destroyed.

“ I'd better get going. See you soon.” *** Emiliar charged into the thick of soldiers packed shoulder to shoulder, swinging her war hammer and blocking it sideways to block blows, using every ounce of skills, every ounce of training she has ever received. Representing Katrienair in a war is the most exhausting she had ever done. She was practically fighting ten men at once, like everyone there wanted to fight the Almighty army head. She was extremely exhausted but would not give up. Giving up isn't a wise decision anyway cause that would be put everyone in trouble. She fought with all she had, swinging, wheeling, leaping, kicking, elbowing, even head butting. She received many blows, punches

“The king wants to take care of the matter on his own so there is a chance of him being in danger.” The maidservant grabbed Emery’s wrist and led the way out. Lila knew that it was no easy feat to just simply outsmart and defeat the king but possibilities exist. There was always a risk. As she helped her get changed, she further explained the situation. “I cannot fight in close combat,” Emery confessed while putting on her arm guards. “My wound is giving me great handicap so I have to be at a distant position.” The problem was that Emery’s bow and arrows she brought from the Arcana headquarters were still inside the Inner Palace together with her other apparel. And the only place she knew wh