Archer Emiya Novels & Stories

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.”

Her bow and arrow aimed at the target, she drew back her bow and let the arrow loose, and it drilled the target. A man with a huge build long pitch-black hair and sharp hazel eyes, in black leather armor and black leather boots with a blood stain Claymore, walked into the training yard. All the guards present there bowed and said, “Greetings, your highness Alpha King Theon”. Amaria rolled her eyes, took another arrow from her quiver, aimed at the target once again, drew the bow back, and let the arrow loose, but this time she missed the target. “ Shit! I missed” She cursed under her breath.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

She says nonchalantly and I'm tempted to laugh, but I know I shouldn't because I smell trouble. Ella is not going to leave that castle without a fight. That I can swear. But I'm ready for her! Elijah is my mate, we were made for each other the moment we were born and I'm not going to let any other girl take my place in his heart or in his home, if she wants a fight, she should bring it on, because I'm so ready for her this time around.

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

"Our relationship is strong enough." Arachne's smile grew wider, and she nodded. "We'll see about that," Arachne said. As Arachne finished speaking, Emilia felt a surge of determination rising up inside of her. She was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, and she was ready to prove her love for Liam. Emilia stood tall, her eyes locked on Arachne. "Bring it on," Emilia said. Arachne's smile grew wider, and she nodded. "Very well," Arachne said. "Let's begin."

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

“Cute. But you and your pet fiancée just made a lot of enemies. Powerful ones. Maybe you should’ve played nice.” The line went dead. I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. This wasn’t just about business anymore. This was war. And Emery—she wasn’t just collateral. She was the target. And I wondered why they truly needed Emery. What hurt me? Or was it just Tobias playing his game? I have made a lot of enemies from the business world, and l have shot down a lot of companies, but none of them have come for me or attempted to fight back, not even once, but all of them are ganging up against me. Why now. It shouldn't be now. Not now. Not when I now had to weak spot

Two of the warriors wrestled on, until one of the warriors beat his opponent and fell him to the ground. How he was enjoying himself! She couldn't have been more astonished when he grabbed a long spear in one hand and cast them together. And both struck the target who happened to loose on the wrestling contest, dead at the center. Amir gestured to a spear-carrying warrior standing at some distance from him. "Throw it at me," he commanded. A charged hush fell over the field. What madness had possessed him to carry out such a wicked act. She had to leave this place, he was a wicked one. She'll find a way to leave this place and also free Cara, Dala and others.