Archer's Voice Novels & Stories

He squinted in the sunlight, the figure was far too tall to be Cara. Feigning slight disappointment he crouched down to pet the dog. “Archer?” The voice came from the tall, model-like figure. Archer stood up, forcing a polite smile to his face. “Or should I say, Zach Maddox? Which do you prefer?” Her face tilted sideways, mocking him. Archer’s smile dropped as he felt the sarcasm stab at him. “Sorry do I know you?” He asked confusion wavered through his voice.

Realizing that she was not joking, the archer cursed, "So you're telling me that we can't track the beast but the beast can track us…. that means we are just sitting ducks!! Son of a bitch...I didn't sign up for this." "FOCUS! you chicken turd… Why do you think I brought you here? You are a scout, aren't you? Get a fucking grip, Jesus!" "Hey! don't try to pin this on me, you lying hoe… " "Just shut up…" The woman hissed as she felt the archer's voice going up. "Stay silent you idiot…" The archer realized his mistake and immediately turned his neck in all directions to check if he alerted any nearby beast. They fortunately didn't. Soon the archer lowered his v

There are even a lot of Suarez Surnames, so I’m sure he’s not the only Revamonte, right? “Full name?” I had to make sure! Convincing myself will do nothing. “Wait,” she thought for a moment. “I think it was Percival Archer Revamonte III if I am not mistaken.” My hands went cold. I think I got suffocated for a bit. My breathing becomes heavy and I was bothered. I didn't even hear what he was announcing to the passengers! “Yanna, you should go back in front.” Joanna elbowed me.

A young girl sitting in a corner asked. Archer had to admit his senses were off. He hadn’t seen her or even realized that there was someone watching him. She was sited in a dark corner of the hut, but his eyes weren’t used to this terrible lighting. He could tell it was a girl from the sound of her voice, but he couldn’t tell how old she was or if she was friend or foe. “Who are you? Step out of the shadows,” Archer was careful not to sound too much like a prince. He wasn’t sure if the same people who had given him refuge and medical care were the same people trying to kill him.

“Come on, Lily. Talk to me. What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong.” “Liar.” “Asshole.” “Brat.” “Neanderthal.” He was close enough now that I could see the gold flecks in his eyes. “You’re losing your touch, Graves.” “I’m just getting started, Archer.” “Yeah? Prove it.” The challenge in his voice made something dangerous unfurl in my chest. This was us. This was what we did—pushed and pulled and danced around each other like we were afraid to get too close.

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

Archer , " To the outside world ,you hate your daughter !! But ,you love your daughter and trying to Abduct the whole property as yours . Don't ever , dream like that !!..... I am a forest fire.....I won't stop if I .... started burning.... There won't be....any mercy...."

Then running footsteps. Then Archer's voice, loud and raw, coming through the corridor wall. "He is not breathing. Someone get in here. He is not—"

Unfortunately, I’m holding a dart, and the last thing Logan and Owen need is a lawsuit over their sister stabbing a drunk guy with grabby hands. “Hey!” a loud male voice shouts. It’s not one of my brothers, and it only takes me a second to place the voice. Archer. “She’s not interested, man. Back the fuck off.” He shifts his gaze to mine. Darkness clouds his chocolate eyes and anger pulls down his handsome face. “Are you all right, Quinn?” “I am now.” Cam holds up his hands. “Sorry, bro. Didn’t mean to trespass on your territory.”

I say quietly. I chuckle softly, inhale sharply, and cross my arms over my chest. “I know, right? He always—” Before she can respond, a voice says directly behind us, calm, deep, and close enough to make me startle. “If you’re finished observing my men,” the voice says, “I need a word with you.” I squeak in surprise and spin around. Archie stands there, unreadable as ever. My eyes dart to Alex and Marc, who have stopped sparring and are now looking in our direction.