Archer Heights Library Novels & Stories

The threat must have been neutralized. Then when I took a glance around, I saw him. Alpha Archer stood near the center of the camp, tall and commanding, his dark blond hair ruffled by the wind. He was speaking with Beta Kael and two other warriors. His stance was steady, yet there was an undeniable edge to his presence, a quiet authority that made everyone instinctively straighten their backs when he spoke.

“I shall be gone, then. Tell Anselm that we shall meet him in Father’s chambers shortly.” ARCHER heard the loud giggling of his sister Agatha as he knocked on the oak door of her chambers. “Agatha? Madeleine? It is I, Archer. I need to speak with the both of you.” The heavy door opened, revealing a grinning Princess Agatha. She was a lively, fierce one: always high-spirited, but at the moment, she took one look at his grim expression, and her grin dropped. She stood up straighter, her usually mischievous eyes somber.

he said I know Michael answered, but I didn’t hear him. I was too busy gawking. Archer was again just as tall as his brothers and broad. He had silvery, slate-coloured hair. It was stunning. He wore it short like his brothers, yet he had the top part of his hair, the longer part tied back out of his eyes.

“I'm 23. Why do you ask?” “It's just that you look so young; you don't look like a typical librarian,” Archer replied and I smiled. People used to have the same conclusion he did. “Let's just say I had certain privileges because I like to read,” I said calmly. “And how old are you and how long have you been a librarian?” I saw him frown again. “I'm 28,” Archer said, and I wasn't surprised. “I recently took a specialization course, so let's just say I'm a complete novice at this book thing.”

Hunter was pacing back and forth in his office, and I could see the girls were really noticing Archer these days. My little bundle of joy had grown into a handsome man. Even though he was only sixteen, he was already as tall as his father. Every muscle in his body was perfectly toned and trimmed to perfection, and I had to be careful not to be catty towards some of the girls. I could see their little wheels turning as they started to plan on who would trap my son!

I ask with a little chuckle knowing what I was doing, where he simply rolled his eyes whilst placing his hands on either side of my waist. I was soon being lifted off the ground and placed onto Archer’s shoulders, whilst his hands rested on my legs to keep me in place, so I didn’t tumble downwards. “Woah some of these need a dust.” I say with my hands on my hips as I became acquainted with how tall I was now, Archer looking up at me as I spoke. With how tall this man was, it was much easier to reach the box I needed where I quickly, shifted through the letters, my eyes only looking for the folder I had found with the symbol.

"The authority's architect. Have you spoken to him about the window height?" "Yes," Patrick said. "He said the new building would meet all current standards. He said the standards specified minimum window heights of ninety centimetres." "Ninety centimetres is still above the four-year-old's eye level," Daniel said. "Yes," Patrick said. "I said that. He said the standard was the standard."

But it doesn’t hurt to try before having to resort to marrying a man I was raised to hate. Archer gives one shake of his head. “No.” He lets the word hang in the air between us for a moment. I’m sure he’s used to people listening to him without any explanation. He’s the only child of Timothy and Penelope Moore. He’s the heir to the entire company. His entire life, he’s probably been told how important he is. How much power he’ll wield one day. It only makes sense that he knows how to command an entire room with just one single word.

Best not to find out. He nocked an arrow, drew his bowstring, and took aim. At the head of the Merdendi charge was a behemoth of a man perhaps seven feet tall and wide as a buffalo. Sethlzaar's first arrow took the man between the eyes from over two hundred paces. The second man was quick to respond but not quick enough. The second arrow took him in the eye as he swayed to evade it. Had it been an average bow of the realm, he would have been successful. Sethlzaar's was of significant difference. Its string was tighter and retracted faster. He nocked his third arrow and drew it all the way. He didn't take aim.

Archer , " To the outside world ,you hate your daughter !! But ,you love your daughter and trying to Abduct the whole property as yours . Don't ever , dream like that !!..... I am a forest fire.....I won't stop if I .... started burning.... There won't be....any mercy...."