Archer Heights Library Novels & Stories

she didn’t want to let go but she had to. *** Archer stepped in between them, glad that he was half a head taller than the blond man. “I am Crown Prince Archer,” he never introduced himself using his full title but he needed to establish and claim the hierarchy, and that he was above the pecking order. He had dibs on everything in the palace and at that moment they included Adalia. “Your highness,” there was an icy prick in the tone of his voice. “It’s a pleasure.” “Let’s go,” Archer felt this canal and emotional possession over Adalia. Her gripped her elbow and led her away keeping his eye on Xander as he made his way to Gabrielle.

He slid underneath him, turned his body over and propelled himself over his shoulder. Alpheus was standing at 6 feet 10 inches tall, while Avery was 5 feet 9inches tall. He had to use his height to his advantage. It’s the only way he would win this fight. After landing on Alpheus’ shoulders, Alpheus dropped their bodies back and Avery’s back was in pain, but he wasn’t going to give up.

Archer's students were half Frostmarch refugees, half Silver Hollow born. He didn't care. He taught them all the same: "Heal anyone who needs it. No questions. No conditions." The medic tent had expanded over the years. What had once been a single canvas shelter was now a sprawling complex of treatment rooms and training halls and a small library of medical texts that Archer had collected from every territory in the Accord. He stood at the center of it all, his gold eyes bright, his auburn curls streaked with grey at the temples, his hands as steady as they had ever been.

Six months had passed in a grueling blur of sawdust, cold steel, and suffocating, icy professionalism. The Willow Creek Library was no longer a dream on a vellum sheet or a skeleton of rusted iron; it was a breathing, living masterpiece. The red brick glowed with a deep, healthy hue under the soft autumn sun, and the massive glass atrium reflected the changing colors of the maple trees like a giant, shifting kaleidoscope. It was the perfect, seamless fusion of Elias’s structural precision and Clara’s organic warmth.

He has an athletic build, and he is 6'1 feet tall. Is there anything else a woman wants? Besides the perfect-looking Archer? If I could choose, of course, I would pick him over Xander. At least, that's what I thought before I walked into this luxurious mansion. But that thought was devastated, crumbling apart when I saw two girls sitting and giggling in his living room, drinking a glass of wine, and they were topless, their breasts hanging around to the left and right. What the hell happened here? Are these girls come from prehistoric times that they have no shame wandering around the house without wearing a bra or at least a t-shirt?

“Sorry if that sounds a little rude, but I was just surprised. You look young.” “Zarah!” My mom hisses a warning. She was looking at me with furrowed brows—the typical mother's look when her kid does something that she doesn’t like. Fortunately, Archer finds the situation so amusing that he starts to laugh, distracting my mother from me. “It’s fine, Mrs. Winters. I consider her comment a compliment.” He smile those pearly white teeth of his in my direction and I am suddenly mesmerized. “I skipped a few grades and training levels. My knowledge of demons and my skills as a hunter got me in the same year as your brother. If you’re wondering, I’m at least a year older than you.”

I asked looking around for him. “He just texted me that he’s on his way here.” She answered reassuring me. “Juju?” Turning to see Archer standing right in front of me looking really good. He was wearing leather black pants on leather boots and a baggy white hoodie with the hood over his ginger red hair. I watched him check me out completely with a sly smirk on the sides of his lips. “Hi archer” I greeted giving him a smile as he walked closer towards me. “Damn juniper, you look hot!” He exclaimed giving me a once over with his eyes as I suddenly felt shy in his presence.

Archer. He groaned out. He'd been so annoyed for reasons he couldn't think off. But he'd hated being ignored. Like he wasn't noticeable in the supreme eyes of Archer Blackwood. Like he didn't exist around him when it wasn't the same for Chelsea. Arc's presence overwhelmed and he didn't understand why. He was as tall as a tree when exaggerated a little, and he had a quiet ambience around him that unsettled Chelsea. And he had limited time since he'd blurted out that he was doing a live session with Arc and the week was almost over. Talk about hashtag epic fail.

I frowned upon what I heard, I nodded my head and bowed. "Thank you for your response, have a good day," I hurried on my way to the village and checked into the well-known town's library and as usual, I read books—not typical ones, they're useful in my training in archery. "Good morning, mademoiselle! How are you? Your father visits here and asks me about the books you recently read," an old man greeted my sight as I arrived at the doorway, his genuine smile beams on his edges and he stepped toward me and handed me a familiar book which I often read since last week.

He hadn’t particularly had any direct conversations with Archie, but he had always known that the circle often sent him on errands of ‘important value’. Archie must’ve felt Adrian’s eyes on him, because he turned to face Adrian. Archie gave a small smile, Adrian didn’t return it. His eyes only watched the man, as he imagined what it must have been like for Keira that night. Archie was a huge man, 6’7 perhaps. With a face that scared little children. The scar that ran from the top of his left eye, down his face made him all the more intimidating to even adults. Adrian didn’t blink until the man looked away.