Archie From Riverdale Novels & Stories

Arch brandished his arm, gesturing at a small cafe not far from where they were standing. A few minutes later Annabelle finds herself seated across Arch, two glasses of chocolate milkshake on the small table in front of them, condensation building on the outer layer of the glass. Despite his warm smile, Arch’s eyes were looking at her carefully, his gaze assertive, trying to discern her role in Romeo’s current predicament. Is she an accomplice of Nari? He wondered. The pack was not able to mind-link Romeo for the past two days and when she suddenly appears in Bayswater town with Romeo, the Alpha's connection with the pack becomes clear once more.

She felt like an archaeologist who had spent years excavating a magnificent city, only to discover it was a meticulously crafted illusion, a stage set for a play that had now ended, leaving her standing amidst the ruins of her own making. The air in the apartment, once a sanctuary, now felt alien and charged with an unspoken finality. It was the quiet after the storm, a heavy, expectant hush that pressed in on her from all sides. Victoria’s triumphant exit had left a vacuum, a void that no amount of forced calm could fill. Earnest stood by the window, his back to her, a silhouette against the fading daylight, his shoulders hunched as if bearing an invisible weight. The confession, stark and

she whispered. For a brief moment, the decade of rivalry and bitterness faded. They were just two architects standing in the dust, breathing in the smell of old stone and infinite possibilities. But then, Elias’s phone chirped—a sharp, digital intrusion—and the professional mask was back in place instantly. "Draft the preservation proposal for the archway," he said, already turning back to his tablet. "If you can prove to me it’s structurally sound by Friday morning, I’ll find a way to keep it. If not, the wrecking ball comes in on Monday. No exceptions."

Archie was a vampire regent; he lived in the forest nearby. He had been a friend to Celine’s mother. He looks like he could be thirty but no one knows how old he actually is, but he had mentioned millennia at some point. He’s lean and tall, with pale skin, a thin nose, and full lips. His round eyes were dark-brown like black coffee, and he was wearing all black suit and shirt, with the top button undone showing a hint of a tattoo George hadn’t noticed before.

“I am not going to let them hurt you” I didn’t believe it, he had already locked me in one room As we rode in, the men on the gate waved us through and everyone pulled up in front of the packhouse, Maddox and his son Hayden were stood out the front, they didn’t recognise me at first, probably because I was so clean and in fresh clothes. Maddox greets them all, “Welcome to the Black night pack, who is your Alpha?” Daryl climbs off his bike, revealing me “I am Alpha Daryl from the Crescents pack, I believe you know my mate” he spoke powerfully and possessively whilst Maddox and Hayden stare at me

I shouted. He didn’t fight back or say anything. He only put his face in his palms and sobbed. F*ck–that reaction scared me. River’s Dad walked towards me, “I assume you’re Alec, the one my River spoke about?” “Yes, Sir.” I nodded. “I like you already. I’m Kyle Barlowe and this is Abby, my fiance, River’s soon-to-be stepmom.” He said in a deadpanned, somber tone. I nodded and shook their hands.