Archer Queen R34 Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Elders join hands, adding their own sigils—red, gold, black, an unholy rainbow of power aimed at the rebel children. Zayla sees it perfectly momentarily: the entire court, the world, frozen between the old and the new. She knows that if they fail now, it’s over. “Ari, what do we do?” “You burn. You show them what we are.” Zayla inhales—her chest explodes in violet fire, a lance of power that carves through the Queen’s storm, splits the dais, and sends half the palace guards tumbling. The Queen recoils, her crown shattered, blood running from her brow. For the first time, she looks afraid.

~Ezinne~ A jubilant cheer erupted from the sidelines as my arrow embedded itself into the centre of the archery board with a solid thud. The shouts of the warriors rolled into a chorus of laughter that rose into a cloud-filled sky. Soren's shoulders quivered with soundless laughter as he ran his free hand through his curly brown hair while Kael picked up an arrow. My arrow had struck the target unlike Soren’s, which had veered off course. "Don't underestimate your queen, Soren," I teased, laughter lilting in my voice.

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

“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.

She wished Reyes could see the beauty in her shades of grey as he wanted her to see the reds, oranges and yellows of his sunset. "You see the colours?" he asked. "Si, Reyes, I see them through your eyes," she told him. He used her hair to tilt her head to the side and pressed the brand into her neck. She breathed deep, taking the pain into her soul, knowing Reyes had her. Siempre. Forever; the king and his scarred queen. END OF BOOK ONE

Except when she shot me, but it was before she knew me. "We most probably will." Roe joined. "At the battlefield." She added with a prideful look. "You both will be participating in the war?" Indeed, they both knew how to handle a weapon but I thought, just like the werewolf culture, females wouldn't be participating in a violent affair like a war. "Of course we will. I am one of the best archers in the kingdom and Roe dominates almost every one with a sword. Queen Sylva will definitely be sending us." She boasted their skills with confidence.

He cursed himself, a mass of broken bones and cuts Tancorix pulled down a bow from her mount and then reached behind her head and took an arrow from a quiver. “I used to be an excellent shot, you know, thousands of years ago.” Eyes on her, understanding all at last, Porcius smiled. “Who can say? I bet you aren’t skilled enough to get it through my heart with one shot.” She notched the arrow. Porcius lay down, his back to the earth. Tancorix straddled him. “On your elbows, Spartan,” the Queen ordered. “I’d not do this to one such as you on your back.”

Caleb called as he slashed at the closest dark blue spearman. The archers of the New Emperor's Army tried to return the volleys of Aurora's Imperial troops. their shots were unfocused, even hitting some of their own men in the process. Watching this, a lithe young Guardian with her hair twisted up many small tight buns stood on the shoulders of one of her bulky friends as a leather thong hung loosely from her hand. She allowed a smooth stone to fall gently into the pouch in the middle of the slingshot before swinging it swiftly around in a circle and releasing the stone toward one of the offending archers. The enemy was hit in the forehead, unconscious before his body hit the ground. Seeing