Novel & Cerita Archer Fanart

Hunter invited Archer to stand between us. “The day we have all been waiting for has finally arrived. Luna Irina and I have been praying for this day since the day Archer was born. We can retire and lounge around our son’s home.” Hunter grinned at Archer, who rolled his eyes. They seemed to have found their groove in the past couple of weeks and it felt so damn good. Hunter was planning on paying Archer back for every single thing he did to us over the past eighteen years!

Didn't anyone teach him that it was rude to stare? He locks eyes with me and gives me a smug look. His heavily tattooed arms are crossed around his biceps, his eyes a darker shade than Aaron's, his hair is jet black and shaved at the side where he has more tattoos. His bottom lip is pierced, it's like he was going for an extremely polar opposite look from Aaron. Because while Aaron is dressed in a pale blue shirt and light jeans, this guy is wearing all black. But there's no denying the resemblance, this is Archer Ashgroove. "Maybe you can show me to the restoom." Archer suggests to Tony, more as a command.

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

As if he was going to pull the stars out of the sky, Archer launches himself into the air. His jersey rides up, exposing a sliver of milky flesh right above the line of his shorts. The sight makes my stomach do a cartwheel. I swallow thickly. This may be more interesting than I expect it to be.

I was left there, standing in the middle of the plaza, recalling tidbits of information about the previous timeline. Archer is a hunter who is talented and is quick on his feet whenever someone is in trouble. His power is one of a kind. Though it may seem strong, it has one flaw—he could not take numerous tiny foes all at the same time. This makes Belzeebub the only demon that Archer could not face and he is also the one who killed Archer in the past.

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. ***

Our carriage is followed by the warriors, I am sure that Carla was there in one of those. Across from me, Alpha Archer leaned back slightly, one arm resting on the window frame. The morning light touched his jawline which I didn't fail to notice and admire, it is sharp and still, his long lashes casting his eyes in shadow. He wasn't wearing his armor now, just a black tunic and a cloak bearing the Western crest. But even without the armor, he looked like someone who carried wars in his silence. He looked more handsome than yesterday or the day before. Now I will have more time to see him up close. I swallowed hard as I managed to steady my heartbeat. It was the first time I had been in such

lucky him! Archer, being the son of the present Beta male held the position of the future Beta of their pack, had short, spiky sandy brown hair, green hazel eyes, a built body, dressed in a white shirt that hugged his body, showing off his belly abs, black jean jacket with a pair of black boots. Archer was also mated but to a male and the two loved each other dearly, not Minding the fact that they were the same sex. Karenina, the mother of their little group had short red hair that fell to her shoulders, greyish orbs, wearing a red top, black jeans, and red shoes, Karenina had also found her mate while their other friends, Jenny and Chris died a year ago from longing.

Archer sobbed, trying to get free but losing the fight. “I’ll find you!” he screamed as Ariadne and Kurnich walked out into the freezing tundra outside the pack house. “I’ll find you!” [CW- Please note this story will contain violence (on screen, cartoonish, and visceral), body horror, themes of abuse (parental and spousal), themes of bullying, and themes of childhood trauma. Please look after yourself while reading.]

He flipped to the last page where I’d made a very unflattering drawing of him, one with horns and long knife like fangs. I’d been particularly upset that day and had written some pretty shitty things about him, calling him all sorts of names under the sun. He paused over the page, taking it all in and I shifted on my feet, embarrassed now that he’d seen my shit talking about him. He glanced at me with a raised brow. “Really?” “Well I told you not to look!” I said defensively rubbing the back of my neck, color alighting my cheeks. Archer craned his neck over Ivan’s shoulder to peer at the page. Seeing the drawing, he burst into laughter.