Archer Fanart Novels & Stories

not aggressive, nothing sharp or demanding about it, just the steady overwhelming warmth of a mate in a partial bond state on the sixteenth with every wall she had chemically lowered and her sleeping mind reaching out in all directions without knowing it. Archer appeared at the end of the corridor. He stopped when he saw them. Looked at the door. Looked back at them with an expression that was past pretending. "Tell me you're both feeling that," he said. "Yes," Aiden said. Archer looked at the door again. Something crossed his face....not the easy surface expression he usually wore but something underneath it, something that had been sitting under the easy surface for weeks now getting heavi

Archer and I can never date! Never!

Despite the initial success, it seemed luck had swiftly turned its back on me once more. The system's animations certainly showcased a level of effort, or perhaps one might call it trickery. After five more draws yielded nothing, a familiar dazzling light emanated from the letter once again, its intensity mirroring the previous occasion. If I had to wager a guess, this was likely another class change card. [You have acquired Arcane Archer class change card] [Arcane archers, renowned as ranged warriors, excel in vanquishing adversaries with enchanted arrows. Despite not being casters themselves, they possess a profound understanding of the Arcane arts, enabling them to harness the magical abi

I pointed at one I thought Archer might like. "No, this one’s better." To my complete surprise, he picked the one that looked like an insect from The Brood. "You sure? I was already regretting that bad-taste joke," the vendor said, scratching his head, a little uncomfortable. A lot of people had died in the battle against the Dark Forest. "This one’s perfect," Archer said, paying him. I think the guy would’ve fainted if he knew the former General himself was standing right there. "Feel better now?" his rough voice came muffled from behind the colorful mask as he tied it on.

I asked looking around for him. “He just texted me that he’s on his way here.” She answered reassuring me. “Juju?” Turning to see Archer standing right in front of me looking really good. He was wearing leather black pants on leather boots and a baggy white hoodie with the hood over his ginger red hair. I watched him check me out completely with a sly smirk on the sides of his lips. “Hi archer” I greeted giving him a smile as he walked closer towards me. “Damn juniper, you look hot!” He exclaimed giving me a once over with his eyes as I suddenly felt shy in his presence.

Archer hovered over me, his eyes dark with satisfaction and barely restrained hunger. "That was..." I panted, struggling to find the words. "It was amazing," he finished for me, his thumb brushing over my swollen lower lip. I nodded, unable to find the energy to form a coherent sentence. Archer smiled down at me, his expression softening with affection. "I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together," he murmured, his lips curving into that lazy, sexy smirk that always made my stomach twist. His face was so close I could feel his breath against my cheek, warm and soft, and my heart wouldn’t slow down no matter how hard I tried. Everything around me felt hazy and slow, like time itself ha

Archer's mind linked them to hang around until they were sure that the hunter had nothing weird up his sleeve. Archer stepped down from the cart and continued his elegant walk into the restaurant. Some humans were looking at him strangely. He knew that dressing so traditionally was strange in this area, but he didn’t care. He would wear what he would. Inside the restaurant, he caught a glimpse of grey hair. It was Marcus Bane. He wasn’t too old, but still, he liked the grey to the moon. Archer walked calmly towards him. “Hello,” he said calmly. The man, who for the first time Archer noticed was surrounded by so many guards turned his attention on him, as he kept his phone by the side.

Shouldn't you be busy being worshipped by your fan club? His mouth curves in that dangerous half-smile. "Why? Jealous you're not a member?" "I'd rather swallow glass." "Always so dramatic, Lilypad." He steps closer, using the nickname he knows makes me want to commit a felony. "Are you sure you don't want an autograph? I could sign something personal. Your bra, maybe?" I feel heat flood my face. "Touch my bra and I will make sure you lose a hand, Archer." "Promises, promises." He's standing too close now. "So, trouble in paradise?"

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.