Archer Emiya Novels & Stories

Shoot! The arrows were shot precisely at each of the targets. The arrows changed the trajectory when the unrelated target was in the way and pierced the heart of the right target. Orange. His GIFT was Art and Creative Manipulation. In other words, he could manifest his art to come alive. Furthermore, manipulating his art had no limit, making him an overpowered character most of the time. In a short time, the unwanted pests were killed. “You, gasoline scent, I am your opponent. And you!” He pointed to Ayham. “My partner is waiting for you at the ground level. Trudging along.”

"I am not the only evil haunting these woods. Other evil creatures come here occasionally to hunt me. You see those skulls scattered everywhere? They were the skulls of your predecessors. Even if I let you go, those creatures will devour you on the way because of one petal. The only ones allowed to come in here and go alive are warriors who seek to challenge me to a fight, and you are no warrior." "I am a warrior!" I retorted. "I will challenge you to a fight, then." He turned and looked at me. "I will devour you." "I will defeat you. I will do whatever it takes to defeat you. That is the power my love wields. I will not let him die. I, Laika Archer, a warrior Omega, accept your challenge."

Every warrior had the chance of gaining a Soul beast, although, they don't have to choose the Soul, it choose them, if they had a Soul beast that was more stronger than they can contain, it would tear their mind apart. It was a privilege to share something in common with the gods. "Am set" Emi said, pulling his dagger into its sheath that hanged from his waist. Emi feeling charged, his hand glowing, he hit hard into the air, at impact the wind furiously sucked them into itself. At the other part, they stood in what could be referred as The most beautiful world but

High Elder Anselm, being the leader of the group, undoubtedly had the monarch’s confidence. The armed guard opened the heavy wooden door, and Archer stepped inside, the two princesses and High Elder Anselm at his trail. There, in his massive bed, lay the deceased body of King Alaric, the beloved king of Vrasambail, husband to departed Queen Amarantha, and father to Archer, Agatha, and Madeleine. Six women clad in white robes – all members of the Sisterhood of Healers who attend to births, the sickly, and the dead—were around him.

This female elf is naturally Reya, the archer. Just like Navi, Reya was on her way back to SC Pier City to deposit her spoils within the guild building located there. Along the way, she came across a few herbs she couldn't identify but recognized the aura they gave off as rare plants so she is now carefully harvesting them. As Reya was putting the newly harvested herb away, she heard faint sounds from the distance.

"She's from another kingdom. Maybe they have people with hair like that there." I let out a heavy sigh. They were so dumb that I felt bad for them. Come on! I was found near the area where everyone from the Mara tribe jumped to their death. They still thought that I was some duke's daughter. Basically, I was surrounded by jellyfishes. The emperor returned with the commander. As usual, the emperor looked like he was taking a stroll in a cemetery. He was an epitome of evil. I had no idea how he could keep a poker face ninety-nine percent of the time.

Archie's eyes were locked on her little face, not letting go of any expression on her face. Emma lowered her eyelids and her long eyelashes trembled. She said softly, "I am not afraid!" Archie was satisfied with her answer and hugged her a little tighter. "I have indeed killed people, but those people. . . Are 100% bad people!" "Oh!" Emma's heart suddenly became heavy, even though Archie said it casually. But killing people, no matter what, was violent and bloody. It was incompatible with the peaceful world she lived in. Emma carefully thought about it. She remembered Archie mentioning Uncle Suan before, saying that he was once a very experienced gunner.

Alluvium looked at Miranda in complete disbelief, it was impossible for the archdragons to have mates and he remembered his father telling him that the archdragons were infertile. That “thing” couldn’t be his, Alluvium laughed, “Hahah… hahahahaha!!” “What’s so funny” “You actually expect me to believe that thing you’re carrying is mine?” “Because it is” “You silly wretch, I told you that archdragons are infertile”

"I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed?" Inal asked stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.

In Emma's eyes, a hint of disdain unintentionally showed. Alpha Jeffn's pupils contracted, and the hint of mockery in Emma's smile caused him discomfort. Suddenly, he grasped Emma's thinking—she was sure he would lose. The maid! Alpha Jeffn smiled wryly, using his thumb to draw the bowstring, index, and middle fingers anchoring it. Exerting a bit of force, the bow curved like a crescent moon. Before anyone had time to applaud in awe, a sharp twang resonated, and the arrow shot forth like a shooting star, creating a silvery gleam. It pierced the tenth target, striking the very center.