Badass Archer Novels & Stories

Something sharp pressed against her throat. A knife. Where had he gotten a knife? "Nobody moves," Connor said, voice shaking with manic energy. "Or she dies." Duke went rigid. "Let her go." "Why? So you can have your happy ending?" Connor's laugh was unhinged. "No. You took my victory. I take your girl. Fair trade." "There's nowhere to go," Sierra said, her weapon drawn but unable to shoot without hitting Valentina. "You're surrounded. This is over."

★★★★ CAFETERIA They settled down on a sit as they ate. So, tell me about this school, Jeanne spoke up. She opened the cover of her water a gulp down a little quantity before speaking up. You see, Suga High is full of spoilt rich brat, bullies, and different characters. We have some students that are treated specially by the teachers. Really??...... tell me about them, she chipped in. We have Samantha Sobiech, the daughter of the largest share holder of the school, she's a full time bully, everyone knows she has a crush on Micheal.

But if someone was by his side at this time, he must feel that his breath was not a bit messy. A black garment, looking quietly at the mutant giant dogs pouring in all directions, put arrows on the strings. Bright bow will take arrows, arrow will see blood! It was his usual style. A few loud breezes! No one can see the movement of Yu Shijin, in fact, the archer's hand speed is very fast, often from aiming to shooting only six seconds, Yu Shijin's hand speed, obviously than the average archer does not know how many times.

Everyone silently watches us. “Sorry what?” “What sob story did you tell him? That you don’t have enough food for the month??” I sigh. This stupid system really has to go. “Who else is your best archer, not Declan, someone who I haven’t spoken to yet.” She blinks at me, quickly recovers, chin in the air, she crosses her arms defiantly. “We have plenty of fine archers.” “Good, we have me. Best out of ten, no. Twenty.”

Said the Admiral. "New boss?" I asked. "Has anyone ever owned these arrows before?" I asked. "There is, as good as the former owner of that is the strongest when it comes to archery. He can command the arrows to what he wants and he can kill more than five with just a single arrow. So all you have to do is to tame the arrows because otherwise, the arrow will target you at the time you use them. " Admiral said so I looked at the arrow in front of me. If so, who used to own you? The picture has changed. It was replaced by our images where we had seats.

I tell him. I continued to sprat for the next two to three hours with all the Bampire Barons. Next was archery training with Alexander, then sword practice with Chris. Archery is my favorite training, and the crossbow is my weapon of choice. It is quick, and the skill of perfecting the archery is exquisite. I can aim at my target from one hundred miles away without missing the mark, and I flawlessly achieve my goal. I can hit multiple things in seconds at numerous times. Yes, I am an expert with the sword, and I always carry various weapons, but a crossbow can travel a distance while I am in hiding and still attack my target without getting caught or seen.

He did not even see what the enemy looked like. It was really an expert archer! He raised his head, glanced around, and shouted, “Hey, if you’re capable, come out and fight with me. Don’t hide like a coward!” As soon as he spoke, some sounds were heard from a bush from far away. A muscular man, who had exquisite features, was holding a longbow and carrying arrows on his back while walking out. This man was Sagittarius from Twelve Golden Zodiacs, the organization under Thomas! He had outstanding archery skills, and he was the top expert in ambushing and shoot-to-kill.

His confidence oozed out of him, he had the ability to changes someone’s mind with one word or look. “Archer?” The nickname Archer had come from his sharp rifle skills. All through his military career, he had been the number one marksman in his unit. When he transferred to the ETT he maintained his target precision and the nickname that came with it. “Nothing. Just thinking.” He replied to Johnson. Archer ran his hand through his hair, resting his elbows on his camouflaged covered knees. He interlocked his fingers, his chin resting on the crook of his knuckles. Johnson observed his comrade, Archer’s legs fidgeted disconcertingly which he only did when he was racking his brain for a solution

He had his bowstring pulled taut, an oversized wooden arrow nocked and ready to fire at any moment. He had to be an archer. As the name suggested, he specialized in long-range assassinations, eliminating targets before they even knew what hit them. "Who are you?" Chase's voice was low and cautious. He could tell that this archer was highly skilled as his technique and arrow control were extraordinary. "Heh. Why don't you take a guess?" The bowman chuckled, his voice cold and eerie. Chase's eyes sharpened. He finally got a clear look at his attacker. He was a youth who was no older than 16. He had a broad, round face, giving him a harmless, childlike appearance.

Silas reached up and drove his tanto through the canvas, tearing it from the frame with a dry, screeching rip. "The modern world is plagued by men like you," Silas said, tossing the ruined canvas into the empty hearth. "The Hollywood fake tough guy. You go to private shooting ranges in the desert with ex-Special Forces guys who you pay five thousand dollars a day to tell you that your stance is perfect. You wear the tactical watches, the custom combat boots, and the patches of units you never served in. You adopt the language of the warrior culture because it makes you look dangerous on a poster."