Archer Emiya Novels & Stories

Or so he thought. While the reason I chose archery was that I was inspired by the various video games. Every time playing fantasy adventure games, I used to select an archer character. Because I thought it was very cool. The second reason was my new body. Now I am no longer a human being but Haier-Elvian. A race that had super-sharp hearing and vision. With these privileges, becoming an archer was suitable for me. "Hey!" said Dimas. "What?" "We won't hunt for too long. Just find one game, then go home."

I said to him as his smile turned into a frown. “What?” “You are not joking? Are they twins?” Lionel asked as I nodded my head, “Yes they are twins. Emelia is an architect” I said to him as he frowned. “This is her. Isn’t she beautiful?” Emma showed them a picture of Emelia as I swallowed hard. ‘This is her? No way!” Michael was the one who responded as I looked at him. “Do you know her?” I asked him as he nodded his head. “How?”

Equip Skrytyy Bow. The light is my target. During the motion of my right hand, I saw a jet black string and a dark arrow appear. Slowly, I carefully aimed the arrow at the light, its aura now dark and mysterious. Swish! Death arrow! ....... As he waited on the teleport point, his teammates started passing through it within one minute. As he saw Emma running towards him, exhausted from exerting her mana, he breathed a sigh of relief. When he saw a jet black projectile coming directly towards him and Emma running straight towards him, he became terrified.

He shouts before walking up the stairs to give us both time to say goodbye, our hands still holding tightly onto one another. “Is he always that happy?” I ask with a little laugh watching as Emmett walked into the pack house, an annoyed groan leaving Archer’s lips. “Unfortunately, yes, but he’s been my best friend since we were babies and does make an exceptional Beta, so I have to keep him around.” Archer complained but deep in his face, I could see the little smile on his lips. “I remember you said you did not want to train the fighters, but Greg asked to speak to you a little more, you even stated that you have yet to catch up with your regular exercises, perhaps this is the way you can.”

she roared. Emily fought the hunters, hand-to-hand combat. Her arms got bruised when quicksilver slipped from the Hunters, weakening her even more. Her knees were shaking, she was tired, and at any moment, she’ll collapse. ‘Leia, I’m getting weaker and weaker. Convince Drake not to wander in the forest,’ Emily told her wolf. ‘I mislead these punks already, but I am not sure if I could still stand and fight them if they catch me,’ she added flatly.

Beautiful and sexy had to be an understatement when she walked in with that lingerie on. I wasn’t like the others; I’m an Alpha, not moved by the slightest of things and women, such evil weapons known to be the greatest killers of men. They are more effective than poison, and I must say, they rupture every part of your organ till you can’t breathe no more. “Check out her background for me.” Gemy saluted. He has drawn the arrow out of his legs and has found a way to remove the wolfs bane from his body. He didn’t waste time heading out the door; the fear of getting hit was quite terrifying.

She has a smile on her face, one I know isn’t fake at all. I stare a little too long, waiting for her eyes to meet mine. The moment she looks at me, I can’t help but let the corners of my mouth turn up in relief and maybe a little bit of awe that she’s mine. “We’ve returned your wife to you in one piece,” the friend who I now know as Emma jokes. She holds her hand out, waiting for me to take it. “My name’s Emma, but I’m sure you know that already.” I hold my hand out and take hers. “Archer.”

She stands up, walks over to him, and engulfs him in a tight hug. “How have you been? I thought you wouldn't come back. Last I heard, you were in France. How was it… Cava?” Emelia asked, not breathing. Fabulous Archer takes her to her chair, takes her seat, and pours her a glass of water. “ Drink,” he tells her, bringing the glass over to her lips as she gulps it down. Emelia smiles at the most fashionable seat. “Why are you back so soon? Aren't you supposed to be on honey… ?” Emelia sighs, but she doesn't let it show on her face.

King Daemonikai said, walking ahead with his hands clasped behind his back. Emeriel took in the scenery. The well maintained fields, the swaying tall grasses, and the majestic peaks of the mountains rising in the distance. "It's a beautiful place," she admitted. "It is," he agreed, stopping at the makeshift table and selecting two bows. He offered one to Emeriel. "Archery is a way for me to center myself, to relax. Focusing on a single point, blocking out the world... it's calming." Emeriel’s eyes traced the elegant bow, noticing the royal markings etched along its length. She ran her fingers over them.

Almost breaking her resolve in one go. “Archer?” She spoke softly and lowly, almost out of earshot. Archer was stood with his back to her, his back on full display showing a magnificent goddess across his rippling muscles. Cara gazed at the beautiful artwork. The goddess was battling with a dragon, a silent similitude to her inward battle. She coughed lightly, catching his attention and he turned suddenly. “I’ll be out in a sec.” He answered quickly. Cara's feet travelled the room faster than she realised.