Archer Fanfic Novels & Stories

I was trying to break the atmosphere. "Yeah, I just realized that my lover is a creature a werewolf. And you will of course choose your Pack over me. What we've been through all this time won't mean anything to you right ?. I don't even know if your Pack is savage or not." Arley clarified his emotions, putting pressure on every sentence he said.

I stepped out of the vehicle and went to the forest with him. Once we entered the forest line, I stood looking at him, "D-do you mind turning around, I have to, I'm " , "just do your business, we are wolves and being naked is in our nature "he snapped, "I j-just cant-", "but you can be naked in front of that pup I was strangling "he growled his eyes turned dark shinning his wolf was coming out, and so I quickly turned around and took my pants slightly down and did my business, once I was done his eyes where dark with just and he had a smirk on his face, I felt disgusted and so I walked past him , but he still stood there, and when I turned around within seconds he went deep in the forest and

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.

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

“That’s not love. That’s people looking for power.” “I’m sure you’ll find someone who isn’t power hungry,” I try and reassure him. Though, I’m not too sure he actually will. “I had someone,” Archer says. There’s a solemn shift in his voice. “She was beautiful. Inside and out.” He smiles to himself. “She was more than the love of my life. She was my best friend. Talented, smart, feisty. I think if we were trapped in a bubble forever, just the two of us, that would be the best life I could ever life.”

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“Archer-” He bolted at her. She screamed and ran away up the path. The clearing soon came into view. She tripped, skidding backward. She flipped to look at him and- “Ahahaha!” he was laughing. “It’s a fake! We use these in practice!” “You…” she stuttered. Tears sprang to her eyes. “That was fucking cruel Archer!” “It was a joke!” he laughed. “Not a funny one!” she shouted. “Oh come on, relax!”

And I, well, I spent my mornings in war councils and my nights wrapped in furs beside her and the boy who'd already stolen the heart of the mountain. Archer. Gods, how he laughed now. He barely knew how to crawl, but he had this sound that came from his belly like thunder echoing in the ribcage of the world. And when he smiled, when his pale, otherworldly eyes locked with mine, I forgot what rage felt like. I forgot the taste of vengeance. We had a rhythm now. I'd return from the ridge line patrols each evening, furs soaked in mountain mist, hands rough with the rebuilding, and there he'd be, propped against Zeina's chest, one tiny fist in her hair and the other outstretched toward me.

Archer. Archer used to do this. He was the king of the "protective" gesture. He’d hold the umbrella, shield me from the crowds, and whisper sweet, hollow promises of security. He’d wrapped me in a velvet cage of attention, only to rip the floor out from under me without a second thought. My eyes stung. The memory of Archer’s "softness" felt like a slow-acting poison. Every gentle thing Jovan did felt like a trap I was waiting to walk into.

Does he join some sort of cult or something? Archer is very strange, and he emits so much coldness and authority. He's not a man of many words either. Will I ever be able to escape this miserable life? I need a plan to escape. I need to think of something fast, but first, let me imagine multiple ways of killing Tommy. It brings me joy. Maybe I'm turning into Archer because I'm spending too much time with him, but I want to. I want to kill Tommy. I always daydream about it,, and it has become almost my drea,m, and I pretty much want to accomplish it by all means.