Archer S3 Novels & Stories

Archer For years archer's way of dealing with pain and sadness was to ignore everything around him and pretend nothing and everyone did not exist. but it seems he could barely hold back anymore. While the first step towards getting his life back backfired, he knew he lost even before the challenge started he suddenly felt like a failure because he was in denial about his feelings towards her. Shortly after she left the bathroom back there at the diner, he waited a few minutes to arrive at his table

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.

His gazes were so focused on his reference that he didn't even bother to at least glance at her. Archer sat there while drawing on his sketch pad. He's way so good at hiding his emotions, all he gives off was a senseless presence. But the vibe he has been trying to show is simply direness, and that made Selah feel bothered. Despite the gloomy aura that the man has, Selah stood there trying to read every movement that Archer has been doing. His hands were gently holding the pencil as he tried to perfectly sketch the details of his reference. His fingers were so flawless that they could produce balanced shades of tinted hues onto the paper he was working on. Her eyes landed on his face, and sh

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!"

"That's it… I'm done… you can go ahead yourself! You didn't come on any mission with us, and made that silly excuse about being sick. I knew that something was going on with you...turns out you were on a solo hunting trip! After hunting with you for all these years… I can bet my ass that this beast is definitely some kind of million dollar deal, isn't it?" ~tch Hearing the archer's words, the woman bit his lips in annoyance. An instance later, a grim defeat crawled under her eyeballs. "Alright! Fine… you got me. What do you want?" "Half" "Fuck no! That's too much… No fucking way!" "Alright, then…" The Archer's feet turned in the opposite direction, "Good luck finding someone else to track it

"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.