Archer Fanart Novels & Stories

“Umm… well… I…” “Did you see this somewhere that kicked your intrigue?” “Oh, yeah. The art gallery.” “That’s the place I frequent the most. I know every coroner, statue, and picture of that gallery. And if my memory serves right, I have never spotted a wand there. Not even in some fantasy painting,” Archer said. “Well…” I averted my eyes, licking my lips. “You can talk to me. You know, right?” Archer said, gesturing towards his gothic tea set that he had specially bought for our conversations.

CHAPTER 26—Where To Go? Rain's point of view For the last few days, I have been thinking about La Arma Countryspy. Just thinking about being the one in charge makes my head hurt. Even if it is said that Ali will help me, it is still different when I have knowledge of such a business. Too delicate and complicated. "Hey! You've been an idiot for a while!" said Azariah while we were in the garden. Aliona was with us but took food from the kitchen.

Blood ran to his side, soaking up the towel beneath him. "Hold still, fratello." He muttered, his accent thick, sharp, but steady. "Goddamn. This shit is tiny and deep." Archer pressed. His expression far from the cheesy and amused mask he wore for me, earlier. Now, he was pissed. Dangerous. I glanced at Zarek and immediately took back the word 'Dangerous' from Archer's expression.

Arther was too busy for working and unfortunately, he really just liked the work activities that he had been doing so far about right now actually. And maybe, Arther even forget how to get relaxed for a while about back then actually. Moreover, apart from taking care of his job as a mafia, Arther also has to take care of his Pack. Yes, Arther is a werewolf. Arther is an Alpha of the Blake Light Pack. After all, those two things were still Arther's responsibility to do about.

The journey is long enough, and it gives Aranjo time to think about the Emperor, the Archer God. "Are you witnessing all this? Do you enjoy it and want to fuck me? One thing is for sure, we will do it when I return to the celestial realm and I will make you prostrate asking to be satisfied!" mumbled Aranjo, addressed to the Emperor of the celestial realm. The Archer God who was always watching Aranjo through the portal mirror, felt something tickling. The taste that had been so long gone had never even approached him, even God Archer was sure that the taste was already destroyed.

The student who just rushed in reporting the result of the archery game which she said that their schoolmate won that game. Their schoolmates started cheering out of happiness. That's three gold now. "Let's go home after the closing ceremony." Leon whispered to him. Owen nodded his head while his eyes is still twinkling because of excitement. "Pfft!" He heard Leon trying to control his laughter. "Why?" He pouted. "You look like a 5-years old Owen with that eyes of yours." Leon teased him. Owen blushed in an instant so he averted his eyes and focuses to the crowd that still cheering.

Archer took one of the plates to carry it to the opposite, placing a tray in front of him where he put that plate with pancakes next to a glass of strawberry juice. "Don't worry about that, and just eat" "Won't you eat with me?" Archer looked at the minor with surprise on his face, he didn't expect that invitation from the minor but he did not waste time and lay down next to him although he soon ended up behind Nian, hugging him and leaving his chin on one of his shoulders. "If you feed me I will do it with pleasure" He whispered that in his eat letting his hair touches his cheek slightly making Nian's skin flinch at his touch. Archer was the only alpha that leave his hair a little longer th

Smiling, I pull the blanket off the back of the couch and spread it over Archer. * “Morning, sunshine.” Archer sits up, blinking. “Shit. I fell asleep.” He stretches his arms up over his head, and the hem of his shirt goes up an inch or so, showing off his fit abdomen. My eyes go right to the little trail of hair leading to his big cock. “How long was I out?” “The movie isn’t over yet, so not that long.” “You should have woken me up.” “Nah.” I wave my hand in the air. “It was much more fun to draw all over your face in Sharpie while you were sleeping.”

Archer smiled kissing her forehead . " Have you bought the game ? are we playing !!??" Arabelle asked . Dean nodded laughing and drinking his beer . " Do you wanna try any Arabelle ?" Caro asked . before Arabelle could speak Archer stopped His belle from taking the can . " No drinking for you " he said and she huffed drinking her fruit soda . " meanie " she said .

Chapter 3 His plans "What plan?" Brielle asked in a soft tone. Archer walked to the table drawer and pulled out a picture then he shoved it at her. Brielle turned the picture over and she saw a guy. A very handsome one. His sunrise gold hair was gelled up to fit his perfectly sculpted face. His eyebrows are thin and narrow, piercing brown eyes and well defined cheekbones. He was sexy. Brielle was sure that a lot of women would be dying to have him in their lives but not her and she certainly doesn’t want to be part of this charade.