Archer's Voice Novels & Stories

He's shaking, I could say that much. It was only when I hear the awfully familiar high-pitched voice rip through the air that I felt my body stiffen against Hunter, who's still going without a care of the world outside this little space he trapped me in. "What the fuck are you doing with that bitch?!"

Veins pulsed menacingly on his neck, a testament to the intensity of his fury. I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to intervene or simply observe. But as Archer's voice turned venomous, I just stared at him, wondering if I should just suck it up and go back to my guest room. "Archer," I called out, unable to control my curiosity, my voice cutting through the tension in the room. "What's going on?" Archer's gaze snapped to mine, his expression softening ever so slightly at the sight of me. "Georgie," he said, his eyes tired and solemn, "It's nothing. Just a minor issue that needs to be addressed."

" Archer..." " I-I am h-hurt Chris. Y-your lack of t-trust in me hurts more than this dagger in m-my heart," Archer says and goes limp. " Archer..." Chris screams. " Archer, please get up." He tried to move him, but there was no response. He heard footsteps, and a group of rogues came sprinting down the dungeon. Chris was furious. He gritted his teeth and growled. "You are all dead."

King Archer announced as everyone gasped. @pop precious

“Air power. Check!” Up on a ridge, Archer watched the chaos unfold. “They’ve got this,” he muttered to himself, not wanting to miss the fun. He raised his hand, and a glowing bow of pure energy appeared in his grasp, a shimmering arrow already notched. “Time to join the party.” He released the arrow, and it shot through the air, piercing an ogre’s chest with an explosion of light. The beast roared in pain and crumpled to the ground. “Bullseye!”

His eyes softened, just for a moment, when they met mine, but then they hardened again as he focused on Raphael. “Your time is up, impostor,” Archer said, his voice a quiet storm, “I’m done watching you play at being me.”

I smiled. That place used to scare the hell out of me and now it feels nostalgic looking at it. “Here is your little play wand. Don’t break it and no casting spells,” Archer said, winking as he entered the room with a wand. It looked like the other wands. “Our princess still hasn’t grown up. Still stubborn as usual.” “What does it say about you having a wand OCD? Having an entire collection that you can’t lose,” I mocked him. “Vivamus, moriendum est,” Archer said in a dreamy, deep voice, waving the wand in his hand as if he was casting a spell.

I chuffed at that and glanced at Beth to see her eyes phased out again. “They’re returning. Your friend, Archer too. From the eastern border,” she said, one hand encouraging me to go. I took off and ran as fast as I could without shifting. ‘Arch, can you hear me?’ I linked out into the universe on repeat hoping he could hear me. ‘Well if it isn’t sleeping beauty,’ he wisecracked. I was relieved he was in good enough shape to joke. ‘We’re almost to the center of the territory, I’ll shift in a minute…’ he added.

I walked quickly, my slippers making no sound on the rugs, heading toward what I hoped was an exit or at least a balcony. "Well, well, well," a voice drawled, dripping with a terrifying sort of amusement. "If this isn't the little gift for the King." I froze, my blood turning to ice. A man stepped out from the darkness of a side archway—Archer. I recognized the predatory gleam in his eyes, the way he carried himself with a reckless arrogance that suggested he feared nothing. He didn't just look at me, he raked his gaze over me, starting at the hem of my dress and lingering on the curve of my waist before finally meeting my eyes.

he replies softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability. An awkward silence settles between us as our eyes lock. I can't help but notice the weariness etched into Archer's face. It seems as though the weight of the world rests on his shoulders. I wonder what has happened to bring him to this state, but my own revelations take precedence in my mind. Summoning my courage, I know it's time to speak my truth. "Archer, there's something I need to tell you,” I begin, my voice trembling slightly. He furrows his brows, a mix of curiosity and apprehension crossing his features.