Archer's Voice Quotes Novels & Stories

Archer's steady courage. "Then come and try," I said, and my voice was the white wolf's voice. "I've been waiting too."

with his head bowed low Diego said, his whole body was filled with endless injuries, and there was no sign of it healing, obviously caused by the poisoned chains. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Those who failed and betrayed the pack are the ones who should be sorry,” I said softly. “You’re all warriors who fought till the end, so never bow your heads low.” They lifted their chins, and I met their eyes with determination, hoping to instill some strength and courage in them. “Enough of the bravado talk already, and let’s get down to business!” Rebecca shouted, her hands clenched into fists, her voice tinged with urgency and frustration.

“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’s deep Alpha voice says making me laugh even more but for Emmett, he couldn’t help the questions which spurred out of his mouth. Was I seriously, enjoying myself here?

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.

In that moment, Archer's voice, gentle and soothing, pierced through the tension that hung in the air. "Mateo, breathe. You cannot let Violet see you like this. We must approach this with calmness and support," Archer said, his voice carrying the weight of experience and empathy. Mateo's gaze shifted from Archer to the ground, his thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty. "Archer, I... I don't know if I'm ready for this. The responsibility, the fear of the unknown... It overwhelms me."

Archer yelled out. And that is how you know that it is true love. “Don’t you raise your voice with me, boy!” His father warned. Is this guy living in the twenty-first century or what? And boy? Does he really think that Archer is still a little boy? Archer is a man! “Then don’t you dare to insult my girl!” Archer shot back. Woah! The intensity behind Archer’s words almost made me swoon in awe but my burning anger towards his father’s words was overpowering anything else I was feeling at the moment.

“Someone like you shouldn’t even be walking to this place without backup. With your power, it would be hard to kill flies.” Archer looked stricken for a moment before he chuckled. “Alright. I admit. I don’t think that you are that evil. If you were, you wouldn’t chastise me like this. It’s just that I heard someone needing help so before I knew it, my legs were already moving. To be honest, if you weren’t here, I was afraid that the flies would have gnawed me whole as soon as I lost my energy.” Archer looks at te bugs and shivers. “If that happens and I survived, I think I might get trauma.”

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—"

“That wasn’t supposed to happen.” I twisted my neck just enough to catch his expression. His jaw was locked tight, his eyes darting back toward the building with something raw flashing across them. “What did you do?” My voice was ragged. “What the hell did you tell them to do?” “I told them not to shoot until I gave the order!” Archer barked, his voice cracking like thunder in the still night. “I told them to hold back. I—” He cut himself off, his teeth grinding audibly.