Novel & Cerita Archer Emiya

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.

"Emilia, please give us the chance to witness the skills of a former national team member." Encouraged by everyone, Emilia picked up the archery equipment she was so familiar with. Amid the astonished gazes of the crowd, Emilia stood tall, her shoulders squared, maintaining a composed demeanor as she drew the bowstring. With a swift whoosh, the arrow she released hit the center of the target with a perfect half-arc. The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause. While everyone praised Emilia, Lana remained impassive and seemingly disinterested.

he hummed, and I waited for him to do or say something. "Vamir, what do you think?" he handed Vamir a folder, and Vamir chuckled. "Better him than any other..." Vamir said, and then Al handed me a file, and I read the name. "Myriad," I muttered. When I scanned the resumes, I ignored the pictures and the general information and focused only on the abilities required for the post. When I checked the general information, I looked up and smiled. "We need someone we can trust..." I sighed, and Al nodded. Who was better than Vamir's older brother, Myriad? A highly trained Special Ops Archer specializing in public safety and defense.

One of the other facts are, Emery's hot. The archbishop turns towards me, ''Emma Faye, wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together according to God's law in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honour and keep him, in sickness and in health? and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?'' He asks. ''I will,'' I reply. The archbishop continues, ''Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?''

With a heavy heart, I look at the sky and close my eyes, letting the rain pelts my face. Why are you doing this to me god? With an aching heart, I open my eyes and look at Erden. My cheeks heat up when I see that he is already staring at me while running his hand in his damp hair, pulling everything back. He is totally drenched, water running down his body. Unable to retain myself anymore, I take a look at his body and the resemblance with that of Eren stikes me. Every muscle, every abs is familiar. But the scar near his chest is completely foreign.