Archer Fanart Novels & Stories

He chuckled as he pulled me closer to him, nuzzling his face into my neck. I can definitely get used to this… “Your skin is so soft.” He muttered, placing a soft kiss on my neck. “And you are so strong.” I commented, putting my hands on his muscled shoulders. Oh god! I bet he could pass for a male model! Or a wrestler! Archer didn’t have any tattoos covering his body like you would imagine for a mafia boss. He rather looked more like a rich businessman who liked to work out regularly to stay fit. And I guess that was the point…

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.

PRINCE ARCHER had been walking for nearly half an hour, his sword on his right hip, his bow and arrow and some nets and traps on a knapsack on his back, when he spotted Aurora, her bright red hair glimmering under the rays of the sun. She was crouched on one of her traps, holding a fat, brownish rabbit. “Aurora!” he called. She turned to look at the sound of his voice, her eyebrows furrowing. Despite her unwelcoming expression, he still felt joy in his chest upon seeing the lady again. He jogged towards her, only stopping when he was an arm’s length away from her.

Archer looked at me in surprise but nodded and hugged me to calm my nerves. Just then, three wolves appeared from deep in the forest. They were big, strong, and looked rabid. “It's them,” he said in disbelief. “It's the wolves from my vision.” Archer stepped in front of me defensively. “Run to the river; I'll distract them,” Archer said and it scared me. “If they do anything bad to you, I won't—” “Run, I'll be fine; I'm worried about you,” Archer said seriously. “Do it now!”

I say with a little laugh running my finger along his chin as he pulled me even closer to him, desire in his eyes. “I am only those things around you, my opinions and views on many things and the way I run my pack are still the same as they were a year ago. Having you has given me a new perspective on life but also more fight to keep any such trespassers out, I feel any such person who enters my borders without permission is nothing, but a rouge and we all know how I feel about those vermin.” Archer growled out with such anger in his expression, but now he has brought up the topic of a rouge, I’m reminded of what happened earlier.

He shakes his head, doing a little evil laugh before jumping completely out from behind the door and proudly, he holds a long feather in his small hands. “What are you doing with that feather?” I laugh, tilting my head to the side, peering at him curiously. Archer smirks at me, like an evil villan before he closes his eyes and nods his head, as if he were jamming to an unknown beat in his head and then, so sudden, his green eyes snap open and he smirks wider and I give him a funny look. What is he— Oh! OH! I pale in realization.

The shadows reached out, tightening around me and choking me. "Archer, let go of me," I whispered. Archer tried to regain control of his power and approached me in a weakened state, caressing my cheeks. He looked disheveled, with a silver dagger pierced through his ribs some hurt before. Smiling, Archer collapsed, and I caught him, bearing his weight. Then, Leo entered the room, looking equally injured.

AVA’s POV The night of Hunter’s challenge finally came. Me, Jared, Brock, and Syria all came along to be by his side. As we all entered the arena, everyone was screaming and cheering for Hunter’s name. It was fifty-fifty actually. But most are women, making my wolf growl lowly knowing how many women wanted our mate. I mean look at him. His toned muscles are visible as he is wearing nothing but boxers and shorts. Compared to his father who was wearing a massive armor in his body, Hunter is indeed a god.

Archer's POV I noticed that Farrell was engulfed in a fight with Alpha Ryan and saw that it was my chance to get rid of him once and for all. I held the bow in my hand and positioned the arrow in the middle. I retracted the arrow and shot it in his direction. " Farrell," I heard a familiar voice scream out loud, it was star's, her body was running towards Farrell and she pushed him out of the way to take the arrow. " Starrrrrr," Farrell and I screamed out in shock.

The tip is pinkish but the whole shaft is the same color as Archer's tan skin and surrounded by raven black hairs. Beam looks up to see Archer's drunk for lust face while he teases the tip by licking it with the tip of his tongue. "Argghhh fuck you are sexy" Archer breathlessly mumble holding Beam's nape for balance while his other hand holds his pajama top as not to cover his shaft for Beam's easy access. Beam started to play Archer's erection and pleased the tan man with his expert tongue. "Arghh Beam...so good. I will really beat you if you do this to anyone" Archer, even in the height of his ecstasy, still remembers to make his threats.