Archer's Voice Quotes Novels & Stories

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.”

He said as my mouth fell in shock. He even dared to say that to my face!… "Archer, you're not serious right now?" @pop precious

He clenched his teeth, knuckles white, veins jumping in his jaw, eyes wild. “Lower your weapon, warrior!” came the shout from the high stands. He still hesitated, and seeing that coward’s panic-stricken face gave him a vicious, bloody satisfaction. “I won’t say it again! Lower your weapon and identify yourself, or you’ll be disqualified and arrested!” Archer decided it was the Goddess’s call today, and killing him this easy would be too kind. He’d find a thousand ways to tear him apart, piece by piece. Archer stepped back from the body on the sand, lowering his sword.

“I heard you, but that doesn’t mean I want to be here.” “I might be dying but I can still hear you both.” The frail woman alerted them both. Cara almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of her fuller voice. “Zach, I don’t blame you for not wanting to be here.” Archer turned around to face her, anger was firing behind his eyes, his fists were balled up by his sides. “What do you want me to say, mum?” He retorted, putting emphasis on the last word.

"So, you sure he's not-" "No clue. There's no record of him saying anyt-" Nico's gaze went behind us. He stilled. "Buonasera, Italians," that voice. That voice - full of rage and anger. Nothing but anger. Despite the emotions inside him. I swallowed the growing lump in my throat. Archer fucking Bowman was behind me. ----

“But іt’ѕ juѕt ѕо . . .” “I knоw but Arсhеr hаѕ a bеаutіful ѕоul bеѕіdеѕ the hеаrtbrеаk we need tо ѕее hіm get his hарру еndіng.” Hе frоwnеd аt mу wоrdѕ. “But whаt if he dоеѕn’t?” “Trust mе, Archer wіll get hіѕ hарріlу еvеr аftеr, I’d bеt my lіfе оn іt.”

the mystery archer sounded awfully confident in their words and I felt an insatiable urge to whack the creep across the head. “If you're playing games, I can assure you that I have absolutely no time to spare for bullshit like that, I’ve already got my hands full” I turned toward the door to leave before he/she could infuriate me any further, the sadistic clown. “Too full to make time for an ardent believer of Kai’s downfall like yourself?” The voice held a certain bitterness that made me halt in my tracks, that was an indication of just how determined the archer was to get rid of Kai, of how much he/she had also been hurt by him.

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!”

"Archer! You can't—" "The moment you were found unfit for the pack, you were proved to be unfit for the place as my mate and future Luna too", Without flinching, Archer delivers his words with apathy that sends a chill down my spine. His body, his eyes, his voice - all devoid of any emotion. It's like I'm talking to a man without a heart. "I thought we were fated—"

That was more than enough. The shadow's strike hit me like a wave of ice, clawing through my skin, but I held. I braced myself against the void's unsteady floor, palms splayed, nails splitting as I dug into nothing and refused to fall. Pain bloomed across my ribs, cold and suffocating, but I did not yield. Archer's voice trembled across the tether. "Mom..." That single word, his real voice, burned hotter than any wound. I lifted my head, eyes locking on his flickering form. "I'm here, baby. I'm not leaving you." My throat ached, every syllable dragged raw, but my voice did not waver. "You hear me? Not now. Not ever."