Archer Emiya Novels & Stories

His gazes were so focused on his reference that he didn't even bother to at least glance at her. Archer sat there while drawing on his sketch pad. He's way so good at hiding his emotions, all he gives off was a senseless presence. But the vibe he has been trying to show is simply direness, and that made Selah feel bothered. Despite the gloomy aura that the man has, Selah stood there trying to read every movement that Archer has been doing. His hands were gently holding the pencil as he tried to perfectly sketch the details of his reference. His fingers were so flawless that they could produce balanced shades of tinted hues onto the paper he was working on. Her eyes landed on his face, and sh

"What about the clanless Archers? I remember we picked around 6 clanless from the clanless herd …" "Those guys are a joke in front of her! This woman, I believe her name is Maira, is an absolute genius. She is a military archery instructor and worthy of her reputation. If any of our Archer even had half of her skills, we wouldn't even need to hire so many in the first place. Even Alia Barnes who is supposed to have eagle eyes can't do much against this woman. In fact, Maira is so terrifyingly accurate that the only reason all of her targets are still alive is because she is intentionally pulling her punches. If she wanted it, half of us would have had a hole through our brains." "Fuck! If sh

I felt a surge of pride for my badass mate. Her arm went around Barachiel’s neck as her elbow hit the back of his skull hard enough to knock him unconscious. The look of glee on her face brought a prideful smile to ours. Our girl was absolutely amazing. She was very young and just knocked out someone as powerful as him. There was no way that he went easy on her either. No wonder Emma became the most powerful Commander in their history. The scene changed and Emma was a teenager. She was gorgeous with her delicious curves wrapped in a tight white tunic, black tights, and a golden belt along her waist. Her hair was done up with Viking braids, and black eyeliner made her eyes even more vibrant.

He caught one by the leg and swung him into two others before crushing his spine underfoot. We were holding them. But there were many. Too many. Arrows sliced through the air above me, swift, deadly, deliberate. Emma. Even without shifting, she was lethal. From her position near the broken inner barricade, she moved like a dancer of death. Draw. Release. Draw. Release. Every arrow found a throat, an eye, a heart. A vampire leapt toward her from behind — she spun, ducked under his swipe, drove a dagger into his abdomen, twisted, then shot an arrow through his skull at point-blank range.

Torin hurriedly followed her. “Ember, can I talk with you for a minute?” He called out as he caught up to her at the bow racks, she was running her hands over a few before picking one out in silence. She turned towards the buckets of arrows picking one of those before walking to the furthest target. “Please?” “What can I do for you, your majesty?” She put venom in the “your majesty” as she strung the bow.

I didn’t even have to look. Mortis. He had his gun drawn with the safety off. Then Emilio followed, his hand trembling slightly as he raised his own weapon at my chest. “Don’t make us do this,” Emilio pleaded, his voice cracking. “Please, Michael. Just hand him over.” “No,” I whispered. “Not ever.” A fourth figure emerged from the shadows then. Archer. My heart sank. He strolled in slowly, hands in his coat pockets, his smug grin like poison under his teeth.

It wasn’t Xander but the other one, Archer. She had guessed right about the arrow. Archer had a silver bow in his hand. It was magnificent. There was a carving on it and at both tips a jewel. She saw his muscles flex as he raised the bow, leading her to believe it was heavy. Her eyes were stuck on the muscles between his shoulder blades as his arm pulled back and released, sending a white arrow into a ball that had been catapulted into the air. ***

It looks like my mommy and I are going to fight again and I’m going to be even more upset when they find out that Ember isn’t here ye “Cathy, isn’t Ember here yet?” asked Uncle Elmer, who had just arrived. Their eyes went to me. “Azariah, where is Ember? She’s not in her room. She’s not in Butterfly Haven. You were the only one with her earlier.” My eyes started to heat up. “She was with us a while ago.” “Where is she now?” “Because... We took her with us earlier to go to the lake but...” My tears started to fall. “She said she would come back here.”

It growled, bowing before it ran off. A shining white wolf stood where Ruby had been standing earlier. Its eyes, a mixture of blue and green, stared at me. I nodded my head at it before it scurried off into the woods. I turned back at Emelia, “I need arrows, is there a way you can get them?” I asked. “Blackwood warriors are not just fighters, but good archers. I'll be back.” She smiled, changing to her wolf self. A black wolf, its blue eyes shining brightly. A howl escaped its lips as it ran towards the opposite direction.

“SAMARA, HOLY shit. . .” Amaris’ voice was laced with awe, and I was left staring at the glass cabinet slowly opening, until it completely opened. The archery equipment stared back at me, glowing, as if calling me to touch it—to take it.