Archer Queen R34 Novels & Stories

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

“And how do you know this, girl?” The “girl” was a deliberate needle. I felt Kai’s flare of irritation through our bond—a hot spark. I sent back a pulse of cool calm before I spoke. “Because archers are a tool for a long game, for a siege. He wants a spectacle. He wants to get in close. He wants to see the whites of our eyes when he tries to break us. His tools will be chaos, confusion, and the rogues. He will come in close, and he will come straight for the center.” Elder Elara nodded slowly. “The queen’s logic is sound. His hate is personal. It is a blade, not an arrow.”

Qiana vaulted onto her horse and rode forward. The mount moved swiftly, and she drew her longbow with practiced ease. As the horse approached the target, a sharp whistle pierced the air. The arrow flew and struck the bullseye with perfect precision. Her skill was undeniable, yet to those who had witnessed Aurora and Yvette, Qiana's shot seemed comparatively muted. But as she circled back, the guard who had gone to retrieve her arrow suddenly cried out in astonishment.

Eyes bright and mischievous, silently waiting for the queen to make her move. Taryn turned her back on him. She had seen it done hundreds of times by her soldiers. They put the arrow on the rope and pulled towards them before shooting. Easy, she thought. The wooden arch was curved, in the center of the curvature there was a thicker handle, the wood inwards had a wavy shape. Taryn cleared her throat and grabbed the handle with one hand while with the other, the one wrapped in leather, she took an arrow in the quiver at her feet.

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

I held her gaze with my chin tilted and my gaze focused. “I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.”

Blood flowed profusely when rainwater poured down on it. Behind them, an archer shot his arrow and hit Queen Ahana's back, then the woman fell to her knees before finally lying on the dirty, cold ground. "MOTHER!" Rion was surprised. He spontaneously looked back and saw soldiers in armored uniforms armed with swords, arrows, and spears drawing closer to them. "M-mother." In a panic, he tried to support his mother, who tried to get her injured body up, but his mother suddenly pulled him to her back. After that, an arrow flashed where he stood before.

"You are my good fucking girl." "I… I don't understand," she whispered, frowning, trying to figure out what was happening. Was she about to be raped? Coerced into sex? Or kicked out of the penthouse for being a good girl? He chuckled and pulled her further into his chest, embracing her lightly, running his hands down her back soothingly. She lay stiffly against his chest and listened to the beat of his heart against her ear and the rumble of his voice as he talked. "Your loyalty is stunning, cari?o. You give it to a man that doesn't deserve it because you must. Because you promised and you know no other way. Now I am going to crush that man and turn your loyalty to me. You will become my que

I opened my hidden safe, retrieving the collection I’d amassed: Wolfsbane, nightshade, mistletoe extract, and a powder from a witch in the neutral territories enough to cause a miscarriage, disguised as natural complications. She thought herself clever, brave but she had no idea. I had planned this longer than she’d imagined. By tomorrow night, Kael would be free to choose a proper mate. A she-wolf. Strong. Worthy. His children, real wolf children, not fragile humans. The curve of my lips held no warmth. Mercy didn’t exist here. Security detail or not, I’d been inside these walls for three years. The game was starting. And I intended to win.

she asked casually, as if she were referring to a piece of trash. "Send her to the underground crematorium," I answered without hesitation. "Burn her completely. I don't want a single trace of her left in this world. Dispose of the ashes as well." Eloise, who had once ruled the underground boxing arena as its undisputed queen, didn't even end up with a grave marker. Like a venomous snake hiding in the darkness, she was drained of her last bit of use and turned into a pile of worthless ashes. She had vanished without a trace.