Archer Fanfic Novels & Stories

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

not aggressive, nothing sharp or demanding about it, just the steady overwhelming warmth of a mate in a partial bond state on the sixteenth with every wall she had chemically lowered and her sleeping mind reaching out in all directions without knowing it. Archer appeared at the end of the corridor. He stopped when he saw them. Looked at the door. Looked back at them with an expression that was past pretending. "Tell me you're both feeling that," he said. "Yes," Aiden said. Archer looked at the door again. Something crossed his face....not the easy surface expression he usually wore but something underneath it, something that had been sitting under the easy surface for weeks now getting heavi

His eyes snapped up to green eyes, anger flashing through his eyes. “You pulled my tooth.” He snipped. She shrugged, infuriating him the more. “A necessity.” Her eyes trailed down his body. “I honestly felt sad I didn't have to pull other parts of you, just your tooth,” King of hearts moved, fast and with intention, or so he thought, not hearing the door open. Stephan moved fast, to stand between an angry king of hearts and a smirking green eyes who still sat still. “Get it together,” his palm clamped down on his shoulder, pressing down and disarming him.

The Gunters were busy looking for Damion, so nobody had the time or presence of mind to care about Noah showing up. He started to gloat, though he pretended to be sympathetic. “Anya, Damion is missing. God knows if he’s even alive. I’m glad you haven’t married him yet. I want you to know that my offer still stands. As long as you come back with me, I will marry you.” I had to hold back the urge to slap him across the face. “Scram! Nothing is going to happen to Damion. I will wait for him.” Damion had been trained in martial arts since he was a child. There was no way anything bad could ever happen to him. He must… he must be wounded. Maybe he got caught up in something else.

Her fierce eyes immediately landed on him. Arther suddenly put his utensils and look at Cas, “if you are talking about me, you are right… I am from the other pack in the first place, however, like what your brother said I will be part of this pack from now on.” He seriously said. “Ha! As if you can stay here for the rest of your life.” Cas said with sarcasm, “aren’t you in love with someone, why not come back there and chase him? Oh… He might already dump you, e?” She really trying to anger him.

She flashed me a smile and offered me her hand, her smile said much more than her greyish eyes could. "Do you even hear yourself, Kate?" Hunter spoke up before I could. "Yes. Alpha," She smiled, "I just wanted to know the skills she has." Her emphasis on the word 'Skill' told it all. She was challenging me and the confidence radiating from her made it even more clear that she believed she was going to win. "Fine, let's do it," I spoke up and attempted to move to the center of the hall. "No, Aria," Hunter grabbed my hand, "Your wound hasn't healed yet. You shouldn't fight in this state."