Archer Emiya Novels & Stories

"She'll know. And if she knows, she'll worry..And if she worries, she'll dig. And if she digs-" "She'll find out your shiny new fiancee was kidnapped from a human auction?" I finish sweetly. Damien smiles. "I knew I liked you" Emilia Alaric is nothing like her brother. she bursta into the sunroom like a hurricane blonde, bright eyed, and a full of warmth that feels alien in this cold house. she looks no older than twenty but there's a sharpness behind her kindness. A blade hidden in velvet. "Damien!" she cries, throwing her arms around him. " you never told me she was gorgeous."

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 commented when the first round ended. He simply received a hateful stare from the queen before she focused her attention on the targets. “I really hate it when you are the one looking down on me,” Emery mumbled to herself. She nocked an arrow and closed her left eye to focus on the red circle of the target. Relaxing herself, she released the arrow. She scoffed and grabbed yet another arrow and did the same thing as before until she could hit the red target with her five arrows consecutively. She faced the king while wearing a smug look.

The pouch Maya had given me felt heavy at my belt—three vials of life against an ocean of death. "They won't breach it," I said, my voice echoing with a cold authority that made even Damon pause. I looked at the man to my left. "Félix, you have the archers. Don't let those ballistas fire a second time." Félix didn't give me a joke this time. He just gripped his bow, his green eyes fixed on the enemy with a lethal focus. He leaned in, his lips brushing my temple in a silent, desperate promise. "Stay in the center, Emma. If I see a single silver bolt head your way, I’m burning the whole valley."

Maya looked around and saw one of the helpers and called out to her, “Please take them to Lucas. He would know what to do.” “Alright, Lady Archer.” Emma’s eyes went wide. Is this the Archer mansion? If they are calling her that, it means the girl at the park is Lord Archer’s wife. She couldn’t believe that the girl who was freely playing with them and was so humble could be a billionaire. She almost cried. Most billionaires don’t even come to parks like the one she was at. Emma almost cried as she was rendered speechless that someone from the Archer residence would pick up a nobody like her and clean her up. But she would ask Maya later why she told them to call her Maya and not by her title

Amaris “Ugh,” I groan as I land on the dark gray mat covering the floor of the gym within the training grounds. “Come on, Princess,” Zach goads, knowing that I absolutely hate that nickname. “If you can’t stay on your feet while fighting me, how do you plan to take on our enemies, or any other threat?” “Fuck you!” I snarl as I flip, landing back on my feet and immediately charging him, launching into a roundhouse kick, barely holding back a laugh as he drops to the floor with a groan of his own.

The words that she throws through a question that is immediately answered by the words. “Never will be the first, as I have no soul to claim the second. I could probably be later, but we know I am the last one you seek.” Emie’s giggle echoes in her chamber and private room. She immediately opens the curtains to let the bright light in. Cast away the dimly lighted ambiance that once was and showed the pleasantry of a sophisticated lady, hunter, bodyguard, and assassin that serves the family of Gomez. She smiles and said. “Of course. You may come in.”

When she stepped on the earth under her, it stretched and crumbled like stone, giving her the impression that she was about to fall. A sword is currently poking her side, and a muscular hand clutches her arm, dragging her to the floor. Ema nearly collapsed, panting heavily, as her gaze met Mara's furious expression."I've got you." Instead of hiding Ema and maintaining his attention, the archer kept her on her feet. "Thanks," Ema responded with a shakier tone than before. He closed his eyes briefly to take a deep breath before speaking. "Right. Let us keep traveling."

The apparition did not last, it was gone immediately as the light of the lightning went away. Perfect. Ejima’s lips parted as she tightened her grip on her sling. Everything slowed. She watched the flaming arrow, which was rising to heaven. But she did not wait for it this time. Taking her stance, she swung her sling with a force that almost pulled out her hands from her shoulders, releasing and directing the stones towards the direction of the flaming arrow. Someone let out a loud yell from the dark and as Ejima watched, the arrow bearing the fire dropped to the floor and went off.