Badass Archer Novelas e Histórias

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

Alkhun felt the presence of the big-old guy at the side of him. "Rogh." Alkhun looked at him who put the tray of food on the side table. "Cyan was the greatest archer in Arzona capital." "The best?" Alkhun wasn't really shocked but that is still something else. The Arzona capital was known to produce the best archers on the continent. They're the most skilled archers, with high arching attributes that were gained by rigorous training provided by the continent. The Arzona Capital had produced 5 King Rank Archers.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

The others were all clutching their stomachs and chests as they lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Archer was startled at first, and then he took two steps back and looked closely at Sebastian. He thought that Sebastian had to be an expert. However, unlike Colton, Archer had been trained in martial arts since he was a child. He was known as something of a prodigy. That was why he was already in the Eldoria realm despite his young age. Even if all his men tried to attack Archer together, they might not even be able to hurt him. So while Archer was surprised, he wasn't afraid.

Hunter prowled over to Armando who was trying to sit up but was having a hard time. "P-pigeon," Armando called her and she flinched. Hunter grabbed his hair and jerked him to his feet. "Dagger," Hunter sneered and Lennox tossed a dagger his way which he grabbed with ease. Hunter forcefully made Armando lean over the pile of two dead wolves. His eyes widened when he noticed what Hunter was about to do. He began to struggle but Lennox and Luca grabbed his arms and forced his face down. He screamed as Hunter plunged the dagger into his ass and yanked it out before thrusting it back inside, the blade ripped his insides and blood oozed out while he screamed in agony.

She ran her fingers over them. •••••• GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI He strode towards the archery stand, positioned a good distance from the target, and with ease, loosed an arrow. It flew straight, striking the bullseye dead center. "Nice shot," Emeriel commented. "Thanks. Hey, come over here," he beckoned her closer. Strapping the quiver of arrows to her back, Emeriel joined him at the stand. "Each shot is a moment to breathe, to release the burdens that weigh on you," Daemonikai said in a soft tone, setting up her shot.

he demanded, hoping he had the correct dialect. The woman stilled when she heard the words. Her eyes were the color of molten steel and burned into his. "De skjøt ham. Hvor er han? Jeg vet at han er her. Jeg kan føle ham. (They shot him. Where is he? I know he is here. I can feel him.)" Brodi's eyes left hers and scanned the area. Shot? His thoughts tried to make sense of what she was saying. Then he saw the arrow sticking out of a large man's back several feet away. His heart stuttered in his chest. Could it be?

Only the best of the best get in. Archer is the best. He’ll make a great trauma surgeon, saving lives and making the world a better place and all. Plus, being temporarily separated by distance isn’t the worse thing. There are lots of military couples who handle long distance. Archer will be in Boston, not the Middle East.

Asher asks. “What about me?” I fire back. “Is she your mate? Are you not using her as a bargaining chip to lure her brother out of hiding?” Making her a harem woman is to spread the word to her brother so he can come out of his hiding place.” Asher says. “Yet, it seems to not be working.” I grit. With a fluid motion, I draw back the string of my bow, the polished wood bending gracefully to my will. The tension builds in the ruptures of my hands, and then, with a thunderous release, the arrow soars forth, a swift envoy of fate. The arrows whisper through the air, finding their mark with unerring accuracy. One if it struck true in the heart of the target, while the other finds their mark in th

​And high on the opposite cliff, a Western master archer had already locked his sights directly onto him. ​I watched in agonizing motion as the archer drew a heavy, reinforced armor-piercing bodkin arrow back to his cheek. The bowstring hummed with terrifying tension. The archer released. The heavy steel arrow streaked through the air, traveling with a flat, lethal trajectory designed to punch clean through iron plate. It was a perfectly aimed, absolutely lethal blow aimed directly at Silas’s unprotected throat. ​"Silas!" I roared. ​There was no time to drag him away. There was no time to lift the heavy tower shield to cover the distance.