Archer Fanfic Novels & Stories

ARCHER When we passed near this pack and I saw it in the distance, I remembered I’d been here once. Too many years ago. I wasn’t even a General. Just a young warrior sneaking off with the girl I liked to a pack festival. I always thought I’d marry Adelaine, and we’d live happily ever after. My childhood friend, then my fiancée. She wasn’t even my mate, but I didn’t care. I was ready to give up my mate, if I ever found her, just to honor our engagement, and she couldn’t even wait until I had one foot in the grave before finding someone else.

Archer, on the other hand, has a huge smile on his lips as if he just won the lottery. Because of their awkward behaviors, my gaping lips formed a smile. Archer's first girlfriend was Trina. Spencer told us just a week ago about his plan for all of us to be the school's heartthrobs, and that the heartthrobs should have girlfriends and always get exhilarating squeals from girls. I don't think Archer will take it seriously enough to say he’ll really follow Spencer’s foolish plan. Well, Spencer just got a girlfriend a day ago and now he’s here dangling his girlfriend’s hand. I'm not sure how to react because it's the first time I've seen him being sweet and soft, and it makes me happy for him w

He flashed his Mr cool smile and said , "Hi ,do you mind me sitting here" , pointing at the space next to him "No I don't mind. I just wonder why you acted like you don't know methe other day ", she replied haste looking flustered. Archer smiled at her expression, "she looks nervous, which even compliment her beauty", he thought to himself. Archer had an unknown oneside crush on Marianna when they kids at Keegan ,the girl is extremely shy and innocent which he find interesting.

Archer didn’t seem the least bit concerned. Once they were in the car, Aria asked softly, “Did you really mean all that? You sounded like you were standing up for Fifi.” Archer replied, “I don’t have much of a sibling bond with Fifi, but she’s still my cousin. We can give her a hard time if we want, but outsiders? They don’t get to.” He glanced at her and added, “Besides, can’t you tell? I don’t want her marriage to Mark to last. I have my reasons.”

Archer stood over him, his fists clenched, his expression twisted in a mixture of rage and determination. My stomach churned at the sight of Archer's white shirt, stained crimson with blood, the fabric clinging to his muscular frame. His hair was dishevelled, his normally composed demeanour replaced by a raw intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He looked like a man possessed, a force of nature unleashed upon the world. My mind raced with a flurry of emotions, my heart torn between fear for Jason's safety and a desperate desire to calm the storm raging within Archer. "Archer, don’t kill him," I finally said, my voice barely audible, "Stop this. You're hurting him."

JASPER I shuffled my hand through the cold congealed lasagna. Fully used to it and ones far more worse than this, I ought to have finished it but not when my mind was going through a tough time of indecision. “Hand it over in case you’re too emotionally down to eat. I shall finish it up for you, the pleasure is mine.” My eyes tore across the cell, and there he was, flashing his blackened tooth at me. Archer is a bastard. He toys with me without fail even though he knew I was always fully ready to beat him to stupor like every other time.

Archer pretended to look like the bigger person, but he simply couldn't hide the anxiety in his eyes. I suddenly had the urge to tease him a little. "Are you sure? If that's how you feel, then I'm going to chase after him for real." "Okay. Go, then…" I watched as Archer's eyes turned redder and a little teary. Suddenly, I threw my arms around him and kissed him gently on his cheek.

Alpha Archer does not prefer me. He had glanced at me, more than once, I knew he had, but in the end, it was Carla's name he uttered. Carla, with her colored lips and perfect smile, who slipped her hand into his arm like she had been waiting her whole life for it. The hall cheered, their voices rising, and I tried to join in. I even clapped my hands softly, but the sound felt hollow, but deep inside I am not happy.

I ended up crashing into the door and collapsing into the door's arms. Um… Wait, the door had arms? Oh. I wasn't lying against the door. I was lying against a row of abs… "Thomas Jenkins, you're dead meat." I heard Pierce's voice. Thomas' shriek rang out after that. "Piercy, what are you doing here? Wait, why are you holding that bastard?" I heard Pierce chuckling softly in return. "You really should find out who exactly the so-called bastard is." His voice was extremely glacial at that point. Suddenly, I found myself wondering if his lips were equally cold, too.

Ryan implored. Archer shook his head. "No, Ryan. I might not be able to handle another disappointment. If I am destined to die in thirteen days then I prefer to die in the hands of the goddess. Since she created me, she should end me herself." Taking a deep breath, Ryan calmly began, "I know you to be many things but a coward. The Archer I used to know would jump into a burning building with just one per cent hope of coming out alive, as long as someone needs him. Don't you think that Archer is the one your mate deserves?"