Archer Vs Gilgamesh Novels & Stories

The archers lined the battlements, their silver-tipped arrows glinting in the fading light. I stepped to the edge of the wall and peered over. The enemy stood just beyond arrow range, their forces stretching endlessly. Their leader, a tall man with dark armor and a cruel grin, stepped forward. “Surrender now!” he bellowed. His voice carried easily across the field. “Give us what we want, and we’ll leave enough of your kingdom standing for you to rebuild!” My lips curled into a sneer. Without a word, I pulled an arrow from the quiver at my back, knocked it, and aimed straight for his heart. Using every ounce of my werewolf strength, I released.

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.

He was faster than I expected, too fast and strong for an Alpha at his age. I managed to twist, driving my elbow into his ribs, but he blocked it with a single forearm. The shock of being countered by something as hard as steel reverberated through my bones, and then he smiled, that cruel, knowing curl of his lips that said he'd fought hundreds of wolves like me and buried most of them under the earth. "You are still too slow, Archer," he rumbled, and before I could react, his right knee slammed straight into my gut.

Their power. Astounding. Surprise flared across Archer’s face, his brows lifting like I’d just told him the sky wasn’t blue. He blinked, then leaned back with a slow, crooked grin. "Wow. This is fun," he drawled, blue and amber eyes gleaming with mischief and disbelief. "You mean to tell me three men who could fuck the world sideways are holding back on you? Either you’re lying, or…" He tilted his head, studying me harder. "Or they’re playing a damn long game."

He pulled another arrow and started pulling on the string. Just then, a loud crack echoed throughout the room. Blood gushed from the archer's waist as an axe lodged itself on his side, piercing through his armor. The axe pulled away, and the archer turned to take a look and saw Ashvell standing by the entrance, holding on his double-bladed axe as if he was chopping down a tree. He took another swing towards the archer, which he blocked with his bow. The bow broke in half, and the archer managed to dodge away. Ashvell took another swing, and another, unfortunately he already lost the element of surprise. His enemy was too quick and agile for his big weapon and wide attacks.

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

Though this archer was significantly weaker than the golden-patterned serpent king, he was still at the martial god level, an elite tier of martial prowess. "You've got guts. I'll give you that." The archer sneered, pulling an arrow from his quiver and nocking it onto his bowstring. He aimed straight at Chase. "Since you're so confident, let's see whose shot is faster—yours or mine!" The bowstring snapped forward. A sharp, explosive whistle tore through the air, echoing like thunder. A silver meteor-like arrow streaked across the sky in a perfect arc, blazing toward Chase. The attack trajectory left no room to dodge, but Chase's reaction was lightning-fast. The very moment the archer made th

With a trembling hand, I raised my bow, eyes locked on the approaching Algoth. Despite the tremors coursing through me, I fought to maintain my composure, arrow poised to strike. The atmosphere around me grew tense, each spectator holding their breath in anticipation. As the Algoth drew nearer, I steadied my aim, heart pounding in my chest. With a swift release, I let the arrow loose, the projectile hurtling toward the creature's heart. Yet, just as it seemed destined to find its mark, the Algoth veered upward, narrowly avoiding the strike. This one was cunning, far more so than its forest kin.

Without thinking twice, Archer strangled his neck, he was about to hit him when I stopped him and whispered into his ear “If you do this what will the pack think of you” He glanced at me and released him. “Ryker, I am ready to compete with you… I will make sure you lose to me” Archer said, gazing at him. “Oh. Then let's see," he muttered. We all went to the elder's place, we met the leader of the eldest whose name is Fridolf, he stared at them both for some minutes before speaking. “Ryker, since you insist you want to compete with Archer then you can but I surely know that you are gonna lose this battle because Archer is stronger than you,” Elder Fridolf said and he was furious.

Archer sighs showing a venerable side to him, one I had seen before but something I know he doesn’t like to show to others especially, his pack members. “The purpose for my visit was not only to see what progress you have made but also, to see which of you I could use at which stage of our next fight. There is a high possibility, that this pack will soon be entering a war, but not a war with a neighbouring pack or packs, but with the King.” Archer discloses which left me with that same sinking feeling, I had been able to distract myself from the truth all morning, but now to see some of the shocked expressions from the men in front of me, I couldn’t help the guilt once again that pulsed thro