Archer's Voice Novels & Stories

"Significantly better. People usually want to know why." "I assumed you wanted good work in return." "That's a very sensible answer." "Thank you, Your Majesty." "I didn't say it was true." She looked up. Met his eyes for half a second before she looked back down at the bed. He smiled. Not the warm version. The other one. The one that said he'd just gotten exactly what he was looking for. Brother. Archer's voice came through the mindlink, casual as anything. The hunter girl watched me the whole time i was fucking Lilith. Didn't move. Didn't breathe. Just stood there and stared.

Wise's command rang out amidst the chaos, his voice cutting through the clamor of battle as he strode towards the wounded archer. The injured archer gritted his teeth against the pain, his right hand severed in the heat of combat. The healers worked swiftly to staunch the bleeding, their efforts focused on saving the warrior's life. Despite the agony, the archer bore his injuries with stoic resolve, understanding the harsh reality of war. "Advisor Wise!" the archer called out, his voice strained with pain as he attempted to rise to his feet. "Rest," Wise's voice was firm, his gaze unwavering. "I will ensure retribution for this grievous act." With a solemn promise, Wise turned back to the ci

Archer sits straight up in bed and looks down at me. His eyes are heavy with sleep and his hair is a mess on top of his head. He looks completely disheveled and completely confused. He rubs at his eyes and looks down at me. “What the hell?” he grumbles. His voice is thick with sleep. It jolts through my body like a current. I scramble backward and up onto my feet. “I should be asking you that?” I hiss. My voice is hoarse and rough.

Lavina–POV "Archer," I whispered. He turned his gaze to me, his face filled with concern, but his eyes darted around, scanning our surroundings. "What are you doing out here so late?" I inquired. "Who was that man who tried to attack you?" Archer's voice was filled with a protective edge.

Archer’s voice trembled with excitement, bright and fierce. I cleared my throat, smiling. “Yes. One day, when you’re an adult… it will awaken.” “Yey!” he cheered, his small fists pumping the air. “Let’s train later, Claude! I want to be stronger!”

"You remember me?" "Clearly!" he scoffs. Feeling confused and nervous to my core, I take a step towards Archer. His captivating scent overwhelms me, sending waves of heat through my body. "Stop right there", he howls. There's no anger, hatred or disgust in his voice. It's just a dead one. "You better leave before any of the elders see you" My heart cracks. "What?" "If you don't wanna be slaughtered, you better leave" "I have something to talk about"

I immediately averted my eyes because he might catch that I lusted after him in my mind. I swallowed helplessly, "I m-mean if it's okay with him." Why does my voice sound like a baby ?! I was already pinching myself on my back. Sin once again rebuked Aristotle, "If it's okay with you..." Sin smirked. My eyes rolled at what he said. I can not believe it. I mean, maybe they work tomorrow is very important and it's close to here so they prefer to stay

CHAPTER 108—Who's Behind It? Rain's Point of View While Von and Azariah were grilling and Ali was playing guitar. We both sing and I can truly say that Ali's voice is beautiful. I was embarrassed because my voice wasn't that good, but he tried to make me sing. "You have a beautiful voice, Rain. Who said you don't have a good voice?" asked Azariah. It seems that he has been hearing me say that my voice is not good.

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

one buff guy greeted politely before I could step out. I turned to face him and smiled. "Hello." He gave me a once over. "May I ask what you're doing here?" "U-uhm....." Remembering what Gabriel said, I laughed. "J-just wandering around. I've never been to this section of the building before." His smile widened. "Guys!" He called over his shoulder. "Someone's here to play."