Archer Fanfic Novels & Stories

I rip my arm from his grasp again and I say, “Yes, you are. You have no right to talk to me since you broke up with me. Get lost, Zane.” Archer comes towards us and asks, “Is there some problem here?” He looks between the two of us and Zane lets out a low growl. Archer’s eyes darken showing his wolf is under the surface and he says in a low tone, “This isn’t the place, Zane.” Zane looks at me and back at Archer before walking off and heading inside with some of his buddies. Archer looks at me with an eyebrow cocked up and he asks, “Are you okay, Ri?”

Brielle said with so much passion. Archer looked straight at her. "You are right! I am a very bitter man! And I doubt if I will ever find myself in love with anyone! I don’t do love! I care about myself alone!” “Get out! Get out, Archer!” Brielle tried to push him away but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to his body. “Hey, Relax. I am here for a reason. So be a good girl sis and let me state why I am here to see you.” He said in a tight whisper.

GO, Dane ordered again. He whined when I stood still. “I can’t-” I began to say, turning to Archer. “I can’t have a mate.” Archer moved to stand in front of me and grabbed hold of both of my shoulders. “Holy Goddess Above,” he said breathlessly. “She’s here? Where?” He looked around the bar. I pushed him away. “I can’t have a mate Arch. You don’t understand.” I looked at my shoes. Fighting Dane’s barking and howling in my head to go after her.

Third Person's Point of view All of Yora and Archer's problems are over. Now they are quietly in love with nothing stopping them. Although Yora was not a werewolf and Archer was a wolfless, it was not a way to stop the love they had. “I told you I'm going to take a bath! Why are you bothering me ?!” Yora pushes Archer while Archer struggles to go with her. "I just want to go with you. What's wrong with that?" Archer is still struggling while Yora is starting to feel shy because the ordinary witches will definitely hear them again.

Archer let out a laugh. "Well, congratulations! I'm happy that you finally found someone." He crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at her. His jaw clenched. He knew. He wasn't that easily fooled. He took a step forward. "I'm glad that you're no longer hung off on that fucking bitch, who had the audacity to run away," he said, standing in close proximity to me. "That fucking bitch, that I was able to fuck and torture-" before he could finish that sentence, I punched him, hitting his jaw hard, making him drop on the ground. His guards immediately aimed their guns at me. My men did the same to him. Even drunk Nico pitched in. Like I used to say, where there were guns and danger, Nico wa

“Pretend I don’t want you? Pretend that kiss never happened? Sorry, Juniper, but I don’t regret it. Not one damn second.” I froze, heat crawling up my neck as his words sank in. My chest ached because some part of me had been hoping he’d brush it off, say it meant nothing. But no. He meant it. “And I’m not giving up just because Grayson decided you’re his now,” Archer continued, voice lower, harsher. “You think I care that he’s my best friend? I’ve known him since we were kids. I know exactly how he is. He’ll break you sooner or later. And when he does…” His eyes softened, just barely. “I’ll be right here.”

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.

He pulls his mouth off me, brows pushed together, and stares at me. “Is something wrong?” I ask timidly. “Fuck no,” he growls. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” My heart leaps and somewhere in the back of my mind, it registers that Archer just admitted he’s imagined me naked, but that takes a backseat to my libido. And right now, Archer needs to get inside of me. I push his pants down, but they don’t fall smoothly like my dress. Using his foot to bring then down one leg at a time, he kicks them off and pounces on me again, hands wrapping around my waist. He picks me up, and my breasts are in his face.

His eyes were full of pride. [Why would someone with a boyfriend like Archer go after someone else's fiancé?] I stopped reading and exited the app immediately. Although I had decided to sever the mating bond, the ceremony wasn't complete, so a faint pull still existed between Archer and me. Images and discussions like these caused my wolf to become agitated. Moira had said she called Archer and told him to come pick me up at the hot springs resort. But by now, the night was deep, the valley fog had settled, and there was no communication, no sign of him.

Dylan was gracefully sipping his tea Holding the cup with both hands. Archie lifted his arm, resting his head on his hand, "She's beautiful man..." he continued to look at Dylan. "Don't worry... Tomorrow you can have her..." Archie sighed sadly, "Unfortunately I won't do that... The first day I got in this realm I promised her I would never touch her..." "I see... But you can still conquer her." Archie finished his milk. "I'm not in love with her... She's the enemy and she's going to be for the rest of her life... I just want to finish up with her..."