Archer S3 Novels & Stories

ARCHER FROM THE OUTSIDE, it looked like nothing out of the ordinary was going on but no one would expect what was going on under the layers of the abandoned underground parking lot. Archer arrived at the entrance of the fighting ring with Sam and another soldier named Greg. At that moment, Archer was not the King of werewolves but a wealthy businessman slash underground lord, called Diviner. They passed through the hallway that was seemingly empty but with his wolf's eyes, Archer could see the scanners and cameras all around.

And so, through the dark alcoves and passageways that yawn like the mouths of beasts, leading to who knows what horrors, through the shadows seem alive as they dance and writhe with a threatening intelligence, ready to swallow us into their depths at the slightest missed step. "The shadows will not hide from my aim. My bolts will find their mark, and that missing map, " I said as I step forward confidently, minding my role as the Archer, the first line of defense in my group. With it, I loaded my crossbow, my three girl teammates at my side. My crossbow is compact yet powerful, able to pierce armor from a distance while my allies close the gap. Its bolts, coated in poison, can quickly fell e

I turned to attack another person and was shocked by what I saw next. Archer wasn't fighting for the pack but Against the pack. His sword thrust into a member of the pack and his body fell to the floor in a pool of his blood. I was shocked by his actions. Had Archer gone Against me, my head buzzed, no that couldn't be possible, but I wasn't mistaken by what I saw, Archer had already shot an arrow at another person from the pack. " Archer," I shouted out his name in anger. I was burning with fury Inside me as I saw the men being killed by their beta.

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

They didn't know what to do with themselves. Archer's hands glowed gold as he worked on Sable's chest wound. The gash was deep, and her body was thin from years of surviving on nothing but snow and stubbornness, but she was fighting. Through the third bond, I felt Archer's exhaustion and his determination. He wouldn't let her die. Not after everything.

"The beasts are grounded! Rain fire upon them! Leave none standing!" ​A unified rustle filled the air as three dense rows of heavily armored Western archers stepped to the absolute edge of the opposite cliffs. They raised their massive composite longbows in perfect synchronization. In a single fluid motion, hundreds of black-shafted, steel-tipped war arrows were notched, drawn back to the ears of well-trained soldiers, and aimed toward the sky. ​"Loose!"

"Not tonight." "I was not planning to." "I know you were not planning to. I am saying it anyway." Archer was still near the window. He had his own phone out and was scrolling through the feeds with the particular expression he got when the internet was doing something large and fast and he was trying to understand the shape of it before it finished forming. "It is not bad," he said. Roman looked up from his call. "Do not characterize it yet." "I am not characterizing it. I am describing what I am seeing." Archer turned the phone around so the room could see the screen. "Look at the ratio."

Hunter invited Archer to stand between us. “The day we have all been waiting for has finally arrived. Luna Irina and I have been praying for this day since the day Archer was born. We can retire and lounge around our son’s home.” Hunter grinned at Archer, who rolled his eyes. They seemed to have found their groove in the past couple of weeks and it felt so damn good. Hunter was planning on paying Archer back for every single thing he did to us over the past eighteen years!

"With so many shifters present, what if rumors start circulating about us?" Archer let out a sigh. "Don't fret about my situation. I can handle any complications that arise. Trust me, Lavina," he reassured, easing my worries. We got into the car, with Archer sliding behind the wheel. As we neared the wedding venue, my nerves began to fray. The thought of facing Keenan and potentially losing my temper was daunting. Sensing my tension, Archer gently placed his warm hand over mine, drawing my attention to his comforting emerald eyes.

Sush was in a simulator on the archer’s floor, versatile earplugs stuck into each ear and a twelve-gauge shotgun in hand. Eyewear that brought out the simulation and protected her sight painted a shade of violet over her eyes. The archer behind the control panel, Millicent, gave her a thumbs up from behind the glass partition, signaling that the simulation was about to begin. Millicent faded away, as did the control room.