Archie Waters Novels & Stories

Richard dipped his gaze as the large moths dipped, following their silhouettes as they plumed out and then upward, up, and into the snowy night sky. Black water. Nothing could survive it. All that suffocating dirt and chunks of rubble. Crashing down like that. Nothing. The silt would get into their clothing, Richard knew, weigh them down, drag them under to where black rushing torrents would sweep them downriver, possibly for miles. No one could survive. Not in this cold, in these rapid-moving waters. “Glee . . . shit.”

That actually took less time he believed it would as he stared in awe at her immediate progress. She was a blessed natural, he realized as the water began to dance. Droplets and streams seemed to leap into the air and dart across the surface. As her imagination soared so did the intricate patterns upon the surface and above it. "I see that did not take too long," he said, drawing her attention. She smiled. "Now let us test reflexes." Without warning, he visualized a sword of water coming at her. She stumbled back startled by the attack and a shield of water darted up from the water to block the sword. He smirked at the frown upon her face.

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.

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

She walked to Archie and sat down next to him. She gently pushed him and said, "Archie, have a cup of water. I see that you seem to be very uncomfortable. Why would you drink so much? Drinking hurts your body. Don't be so drunk next time." "Alright!" Archie, who had been sleeping just now, slowly opened his eyes. His eyes, which were as deep as the night sky, were dyed with a few traces of drunkenness. There was actually an indescribable bewitching force. He stared at her and answered very gently.

Though he was a man who had seen his fair share of battles and bloodshed, he still got a little nervous. “Hehe!” Archie smiled faintly and stated, “Given the personalities of Tyr and Regal Palace, they most definitely don’t plan to chat with us.” “So?” “I’ll launch an attack on them. You all just need to clean up the mess.” As soon as his voice fell, Archie leaped off the boat abruptly. The next second, his body was suspended above the river’s surface. Then, he stepped on the waterspout formed by the river water as he took off for the island.