Archer Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

The further Archer moved away from his kingdom, the more his dread increased. He looked up at the goddess, with one question in his mind; would he find her? He recalled when his mother and family suggested that he should pick another mate. Archer could not stomach being with another person other than his destined mate. The thought alone was unnerving. And not once did he ever regret deciding to not settle for another shewolf. He sighed, looking forward as they approached the rocky mountains. As his procession neared the border of the next kingdom, the kingdom of the witches, his dread gave way to anger.

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

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.