Novel & Cerita Archer Queen R34

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

“Rember generalizations, and you can say anything.” “How exactly is Archer? And how can I get out of this?” I saw a glimmer of hope if I had this woman on my side. “Archer is a more vial creature than your father. It’s bad. I’ve been instructed to tell you not to fight back and always say yes. He won’t hurt you if there is no challenge. He enjoys breaking someone's will.” She rolled her eyes and slammed her fists into the seat. “But even then, there is no guarantee. They want you pregnant as soon as possible. Are your heats regular yet?”

“Well, that we know of. We believe she’ll show up when the time is right and she’ll announce her presence and existence.” Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a deep breath then she exhaled and looked at her old friends. This was it. “My mother was Lysabet Archer. I’m her daughter.” She glanced into Theodavian’s shocked eyes and she held his stare. “The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.”

Those men didn't open their mouths, seeing that my brother glared at them in silence. "Tell me, before I shoot you." Archer shouted, and shot at one man in the shoulder. That man screamed in pain but couldn't move. "Black Cobra!! He sent us to kill her… because she's nominated to be the queen." Other man says in fear. "How dare you think of hurting my princess? I'll kill you all." Archer shouted in anger and shooted 2 men. The third one wriggled free and stood up. "If we're going to die then I'll take her with us too." Those were his last words before he took the guard's gun and shot me.

It was pitch black and absolutely quiet, she knelt and hugged Tyler and Zyler, ‘Thank you’ She whispered and forced herself to stand, ‘Goodbye’ She placed a soft kiss on each of their heads and issued the Navajo command once more her heart breaking as the two silent shadows disappeared this time forever. Turning she headed into the woods hoping she was going the right way and did not look back, she couldn’t, tears streamed down her face. In the end she had to stop and lean against a tree letting the pain overwhelm her briefly. Dashing them away she carried on putting one foot in front of the other until she came out of the woods behind the compound. It was lit up like a Christmas tree, men e

PRINCE ARCHER had been walking for nearly half an hour, his sword on his right hip, his bow and arrow and some nets and traps on a knapsack on his back, when he spotted Aurora, her bright red hair glimmering under the rays of the sun. She was crouched on one of her traps, holding a fat, brownish rabbit. “Aurora!” he called. She turned to look at the sound of his voice, her eyebrows furrowing. Despite her unwelcoming expression, he still felt joy in his chest upon seeing the lady again. He jogged towards her, only stopping when he was an arm’s length away from her.

Like a dog, she thought to herself but when Hegi pulled the chair out and she made to sit until a sharp voice from the door halted her. "You will not sully the queen's seat with your filthiness." All eyes in the hall turned to the presence at the door. Mare remembered her from the painting she had stopped to stare at on the day of the Dragon's birth celebration, the day when her troubles truly began. It was the princess of Arlankis and her golden hair, much like the prince's was pulled back. Hers was twisted into a series of complicated braids, short tendrils of unruly hair framed a perfectly boned face. Her eyes, like the rest of the family, were an icy blue that spoke volumes of her hatred

The woman pulled the laces tight. I made a sound I didn't mean to make. Like all the air got pushed out of me at once. There was no silk against my skin this time. It was body armor. Heavy and stiff and so tight around my ribs that every breath I took had to be small and careful. The kind of tight that reminded you it was there every single second. The dress on top of it was dark red velvet. Heavy. It touched the floor all the way around. That was the point... it covered the gun strapped to my right thigh completely.

Arles motions everyone to sit while he keeps standing. “Good evening, the immortals of Zaeris. This evening is unlike any other because we’ve been graced by the presence of our future queen!” As soon as he finishes speaking, the whole room roars up with cheers. The faces cheering for me look dull and dead except for Archander and Haestus. “To the queen!” Arles raises his glass in the air while he looks down at me. “TO THE QUEEN!” Everyone echoes him, raising their glasses. I don’t know what to do so I nod lightly.

asked Andreas while giving a bow to the woman with golden blonde hair. "Of course! Archery is a basic thing that must be mastered before becoming a Queen, even a Lady because it can aim at its enemies without being noticed," explained Zaina while pulling the bowstring. She was pointing her arrows to where Amanda was. Illarion immediately stood in front of the woman, using his index finger to slide Queen Zaina's arrowhead towards the target. "But don't let you choose the wrong enemy," he said.