Badass Archer Novels & Stories

And so, through the dark alcoves and passageways that yawn like the mouths of beasts, leading to who knows what horrors, through the shadows seem alive as they dance and writhe with a threatening intelligence, ready to swallow us into their depths at the slightest missed step. "The shadows will not hide from my aim. My bolts will find their mark, and that missing map, " I said as I step forward confidently, minding my role as the Archer, the first line of defense in my group. With it, I loaded my crossbow, my three girl teammates at my side. My crossbow is compact yet powerful, able to pierce armor from a distance while my allies close the gap. Its bolts, coated in poison, can quickly fell e

He chuckled as he pulled me closer to him, nuzzling his face into my neck. I can definitely get used to this… “Your skin is so soft.” He muttered, placing a soft kiss on my neck. “And you are so strong.” I commented, putting my hands on his muscled shoulders. Oh god! I bet he could pass for a male model! Or a wrestler! Archer didn’t have any tattoos covering his body like you would imagine for a mafia boss. He rather looked more like a rich businessman who liked to work out regularly to stay fit. And I guess that was the point…

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

Let me help you, so we can go back to the cottage. Aurora looked at him. “Fine by me.” “Good.” Archer said. “I have a bow and arrow. Can you point me where I can find some larger animals? Deer, perhaps, or a wild hog?” “Are you any good at bow and arrows?” The prince chuckled. “It is what I am named for, after all.” The lady arched an eyebrow. “Theobald?”

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

CHAPTER 26—Where To Go? Rain's point of view For the last few days, I have been thinking about La Arma Countryspy. Just thinking about being the one in charge makes my head hurt. Even if it is said that Ali will help me, it is still different when I have knowledge of such a business. Too delicate and complicated. "Hey! You've been an idiot for a while!" said Azariah while we were in the garden. Aliona was with us but took food from the kitchen.

She left before giving him a chance to reply. Archer stared at the sexy figure of the retreating blonde beauty and was instantly filled with lust. He had devoured many beautiful she-wolfs before and it was always easy for him as they easily fell for his charms, but, this unmated she-wolf was hard to please. He had heard a lot about her. She was the first-ever female head warrior and could fight really well. She was the perfect combination of beauty and strength. He was sipping his drink and imagining having a passionate night with Adele when he heard his phone ring. He checked and saw it was his friend Chris. "Have you arrived yet?" asked Archer.

Damn. His lips curved into a grin, slow and knowing. “Damn... you're dangerous, aren't you? Gorgeous, fucking stunning and armed with a vase.” His mismatched eyes accessed me, his lips curled with a grin that could make women melt. A blush crept up my cheeks and my face flushed. Gathering myself, my expression hardened. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" "I'm Archer. And your men wants me to look after you, while they're gone."

"This is the boy who thinks himself Alpha of the West." A murmur coming from my warriors ran through the gathered wolves. My chest tightened, not with fear, but with the urge to bare my teeth towards him. I stopped before him, the space between us charged with snapping tension. "I am not a boy," I said evenly. "I am Alpha Archer of the West." The corner of his mouth curved, not a smile, but a predator's amusement as he watched me. He circled once, his eyes dragging over me like a blade testing for weakness. Then after that he leaned close, his voice low enough that only I could hear.

The arrow shot the vampire, and it stopped fighting, stiffened, and dropped to the ground. “Fuck! Andrews!” The archer cursed, looking at his friend dead on the ground. My head whipped towards Amber, who cracked her knuckles and flipped the makeshift stake in her hand before launching herself at the archer. The archer took back his stance and charged arrows at her. But she deftly sidestepped and ducked those arrows. Her steps were precise and calculated–just like how we were trained in camps. Was she trained, too? The archer groaned in anger, finding all his arrows used. He tossed his bow away and closed the distance between him and Amber, using his supernatural speed.