Archer Emiya Novels & Stories

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.

Hindrances will never be big when your love and honesty with your partner. Aimie becomes the deity of love protecting the land of werewolves, sirene,vampire, and demons while Archer leads the whole pack of werewolves, they have beautiful pups namely dawn, clover, and hyuna.

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.”

Caleb called as he slashed at the closest dark blue spearman. The archers of the New Emperor's Army tried to return the volleys of Aurora's Imperial troops. their shots were unfocused, even hitting some of their own men in the process. Watching this, a lithe young Guardian with her hair twisted up many small tight buns stood on the shoulders of one of her bulky friends as a leather thong hung loosely from her hand. She allowed a smooth stone to fall gently into the pouch in the middle of the slingshot before swinging it swiftly around in a circle and releasing the stone toward one of the offending archers. The enemy was hit in the forehead, unconscious before his body hit the ground. Seeing

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.

Of course today was a double ceremony, a double celebration for I would be crowded queen. The archimoon (archbishop in human terms) came forward and Elijah stepped back giving up space for the crowning. A servant came forward and his hands was a pillow that held a scepter, orb and a golden crown although smaller than that of Elijah's. The throne room was silent as the archimoon spoke. "Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern and protect the Peoples of the Lycan race which includes the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland, Canada, Australia, Africa and of your Possessions and the other Territories and packs to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to the law?" He asked.

“I am Lolo Meriana of the Ojmo tribe, your Majesty. You may have met my half-brother, Chief Azriel?” Recognition lit up Naomi’s face and she sat up straighter and set her wine down. “Oh! How did I not see the resemblance at first? Of course, I have met Chief Azriel. He is almost as charming as you,” Naomi complimented. Meriana chuckled. “You flatter me, Empress. Though I do not believe Az would be thrilled to hear of it.” Naomi leaned in conspiratorially. “If you do not tell him, I will not do so either.”