Badass Archer Novels & Stories

I said, and he turned away, looking a bit dejected, but I felt relieved. “I'd be your partner?” Basil said and I nodded. “I'd trust you to be my partner. Now, who should be the archer?” “Do you have any experience with Bows and arrows?” he asked, and I shook my head. It's settled then, he'd arch and I'd be the target. The targets were lining up after picking their partners to collect their apples and when it got to my turn, Dominic raised a brow and then looked in the distance, then back at me and just shook his head.

The shadows reached out, tightening around me and choking me. "Archer, let go of me," I whispered. Archer tried to regain control of his power and approached me in a weakened state, caressing my cheeks. He looked disheveled, with a silver dagger pierced through his ribs some hurt before. Smiling, Archer collapsed, and I caught him, bearing his weight. Then, Leo entered the room, looking equally injured.

I said more to myself than to Ru. I didn’t want to dwell on negativity, but the image of the dark figure plunging that dagger into Archer’s chest was engrained in my mind and I couldn’t help it. “You’re right, he’s probably fine,” Ru chorused. He had to be fine, there was no other choice because he had Theo, Tristian, Julie, Gilly, and all the royal guards with him. More than that, he had his own strength. There was no wolf as strong as he. Archer was the strongest of the strong, the King of our kind for a reason.

Boris announced. From my team, we chose Angelo on arrows, Kieran on axe throwing, Hayden on dagger throwing, and myself on gun shooting. Angelo has been trained on archery his whole life. Kieran has a strange habit of throwing axes and hammers in the forest for no reason. Hayden learnt how to throw daggers as a part of his defensive training. That’s the same case with me and guns. My grandfather ensured that I could shoot with a blindfold on and get my target.

the mystery archer sounded awfully confident in their words and I felt an insatiable urge to whack the creep across the head. “If you're playing games, I can assure you that I have absolutely no time to spare for bullshit like that, I’ve already got my hands full” I turned toward the door to leave before he/she could infuriate me any further, the sadistic clown. “Too full to make time for an ardent believer of Kai’s downfall like yourself?” The voice held a certain bitterness that made me halt in my tracks, that was an indication of just how determined the archer was to get rid of Kai, of how much he/she had also been hurt by him.

She had to trust in their strength and focus on preserving her own self-control. With a surge of adrenaline, Archer leaped forward, fending off the raiders with swift, calculated strikes. His eyes met Violet's for a fleeting moment, a mixture of worry and desire shining within them. "Stay back, Violet!" he barked, his voice laced with urgency. "We'll handle this."

The archer leaned forward to brace his momentum, then made one last swing with his body, smashing Ashvell through the window, throwing him outside the inn. The archer picked up his bow from the floor, and pulled an arrow from his quiver. He looked around the room and saw Bonnie trembling in the corner. Dismissing her, he nocked an arrow and took an aim at Cassana. He hesitated, remembering that the order was to bring her alive. Yet he went on ahead and released the string and its projectile flew towards her head.

Ryan implored. Archer shook his head. "No, Ryan. I might not be able to handle another disappointment. If I am destined to die in thirteen days then I prefer to die in the hands of the goddess. Since she created me, she should end me herself." Taking a deep breath, Ryan calmly began, "I know you to be many things but a coward. The Archer I used to know would jump into a burning building with just one per cent hope of coming out alive, as long as someone needs him. Don't you think that Archer is the one your mate deserves?"

He deftly nocked it to his bowstring with ease. Without hesitation, he drew it back. He was an excellent archer too. After all, what less could be expected from a king who had been a warrior since the age of ten and had grown to be the most formidable man in the realm? It only meant he was a master of many skills. As he prepared to release his arrow, a sudden burst of laughter from Xavier cut through the tension, causing a minor tremor in Malik's focus. His fingers twitched as he loosed the arrow, sending it spinning in an erratic spiral that landed just shy of its mark.

It wasn’t Xander but the other one, Archer. She had guessed right about the arrow. Archer had a silver bow in his hand. It was magnificent. There was a carving on it and at both tips a jewel. She saw his muscles flex as he raised the bow, leading her to believe it was heavy. Her eyes were stuck on the muscles between his shoulder blades as his arm pulled back and released, sending a white arrow into a ball that had been catapulted into the air. ***