Archer S3 Novels & Stories

Archer looked at me in surprise but nodded and hugged me to calm my nerves. Just then, three wolves appeared from deep in the forest. They were big, strong, and looked rabid. “It's them,” he said in disbelief. “It's the wolves from my vision.” Archer stepped in front of me defensively. “Run to the river; I'll distract them,” Archer said and it scared me. “If they do anything bad to you, I won't—” “Run, I'll be fine; I'm worried about you,” Archer said seriously. “Do it now!”

“ She said and he hugged her. " We'll all go back home. “ .. Archer was coming back from the grocery store when he felt someone following him. He got into his car and instead of going home, he changed his direction to the museum. He saw a hefty jeep behind him. He wondered who was following him. " Well there's only one way to find out. “ He diverted into a forest path and the jeep followed. He stopped the car when he had gone farther in. He came down from the car and a female structure came down from the jeep also. There were two men behind her. He could only tell who they were from the presence of sorcery that surrounded them. Lost witches.

Archer moved beside me like a protective rock. “Don’t let them surround us!” he shouted, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he cut down another beast, “Stay on the move!” He howled. I was more surprised he hadn’t shifted yet, but I knew he didn’t do so because he wanted to pass out strategies as loud as possible for everyone to hear. Julie, Theo, and Tristian fought like I knew they would, like a well-trained unit. Their movements in fluid motion, powerful, and direct

He was driving a plane. Samantha was right. His face book’s private so I saw nothing. I can't even click on his profile picture so I just check his I*******m account. @PercivalArcher 69 posts – 300 followers - 97 following Percival Archer Revamonte Student Pilot & Mechanical Engineering I was taken aback by the sheer number of people who followed him. He is followed by artists, models, and other socialites. Maybe he's in that cultural circle because his family is wealthy. I'm not sure why those musicians and models are also following him.

While I had imparted some skills to enhance their accuracy, such as sharpshooter, their arrows lacked the potency to inflict fatal damage on enemies unless enchanted either by myself or Solan. I eagerly looked forward to the prospect of incorporating arcane archers into our ranks, their ability to infuse arrows with magical energy promising to be a formidable asset in our battles to come. "This is a problem," I mused, acknowledging the inefficacy of our archers' normal arrows against the tough hides of the beastmen. "What kind of enchantments can they use?" I inquired. [Pierce, Explode, Poison] The system responded. I nodded in approval as I read the options. Each of these enchantments held

Alpha Archer leaned back against the edge of the council dais, his arms folded across his chest, shoulders relaxed but eyes sharp, the way only an Alpha who knew his own power could stand. "Do I look ashamed, Miron? And who said I rejected them? I had accepted all three," he said softly, but the softness was a snarl under velvet. "I told them my choice. Three or nothing. If they don't like it, they can run back to their fathers and tell them the West no longer bends its knee. It is up to me to depend on these packs' safety so I will stand up to it." Hagar's jaw clenched. "You're playing a dangerous game, Alpha Archer. This is no time for defiance. We're still rebuilding our strength—"

“SAMARA, HOLY shit. . .” Amaris’ voice was laced with awe, and I was left staring at the glass cabinet slowly opening, until it completely opened. The archery equipment stared back at me, glowing, as if calling me to touch it—to take it.

Something was terribly wrong. Archer sprinted with a desperation that bordered on frenzy, every muscle in his body screaming as he pushed beyond the brink of his endurance. His senses were on fire, straining to catch the slightest hint of movement, a whisper of scent, or the faintest heartbeat that would betray the enemy’s location. “Come on… Beta instincts! Beta instincts!” He berated himself, willing his mind and body to cooperate.

Archer had just returned from a run, he needed to calm down after seeing what had happened to Cara. Jogging around the base had been a breeze, he welcomed the freshness as it whipped past his body. Pulling his thoughts away from him on every deep exhale. He slowed down as he reached HQ, punching in the key code aggressively before heading towards his room. He collapsed onto his bunk, the air still escaping his lungs rapidly. Diesel had been sat waiting patiently and took the opportunity to jump onto Archer. His hand moved automatically, stroking the creature with adoration as he slowed his breaths.

"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."