Baldacci Archer Series Novels & Stories

“We need every hand ready. There is no room for hesitation when we march.” He bowed. “Understood.” I turned and walked across the yard, feeling the crunch of gravel beneath my boots. To one side, a group of archers stood in a loose line, each holding a shortbow. Their arms moved with practiced precision, drawing arrows and letting them fly into distant targets planted in the wall beyond. I recognized their Westwind wood arrows, they carried a faint golden glint, designed to blind the eye in bright daylight. “Captain Trell,” I said to the archer commander, young but hungry for victory. He stood ramrod straight, fletching arrows with care. “Your bowmen, how many can shoot true at a hundred pac

Archer didn't even tangle there hands like they always did . Archer was already pissed on his men who failed to look after his work . He had given them one job . To find the owner of a drug dealing company and kill him but they didn't. Those fuckers took bribe and let him go . Of course Archer beat them to death but he was now beastly since he received a called from his guard telling him the Arabelle was stalked by a Kid .

Archer had come specifically to cause trouble for Sebastian, but he hadn't expected the latter to deliver himself up on a platter. Though he looked furious on the outside, he was secretly very pleased. Sure the nourishing soup had almost burned his crotch, but it had also gotten him a chance to show off in front of his dream woman, Candy. He had no idea that Sebastian was responsible for breaking Colton's legs and getting both his arms chopped off. "Mr. Ballard, you shouldn't meddle in the Lynches' affairs. The Lynches are an elite martial arts family second only to the Berkeleys in Acorn City. Don't ruin your future over something this small."

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

I was uncomfortable with the way he was moving but I didn’t pull away and I watched archer through the corner of my eye his glass of ember liquid hadn’t been touched and he smashed that glass with his bare hand as his eyes widened when Zero grabs my ass. Archer pushes Zero away and moves me behind him Zero was stunned at first then he came face to face with Archer. “What’s your problem man?” “Don’t ever fucking put your hands on her like that again,” Zero looks over at me then back at Archer. “She didn’t seem to mind. So why don’t you take a hike buddy?” Archer steps forward. “Leave now, before I lose control,” Zero shakes his head and steps closer toward Archer. They were nose to nose.

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.

After some time, Alaric finally finished racing. He parked his car and immediately stepped out, still looking stiff and unsatisfied. Zack and Gallahand left the bleachers and walked up to the alpha, who just lit a cigarette before shifting his attention to them. “Gallahand, how’s the task I gave you?” the alpha questioned.

He felt selfish marking her like this because she had no idea what it would mean for either of them. She didn’t back away even though he knew it was painful. She’s strong, which was good. He assured her that he would find her and moved to her side so she could get passed him and escape. Then turned his attention to the five demons that were finally making their way to him. He reached down and realized that he didn’t have his guns but the sword that was given to him by Ard'al and blessed by the Arch Angel Micheal. He took his stance as they surrounded him and he beckoned to them, "Bring it on you bunch of pussys."

Arther was too busy for working and unfortunately, he really just liked the work activities that he had been doing so far about right now actually. And maybe, Arther even forget how to get relaxed for a while about back then actually. Moreover, apart from taking care of his job as a mafia, Arther also has to take care of his Pack. Yes, Arther is a werewolf. Arther is an Alpha of the Blake Light Pack. After all, those two things were still Arther's responsibility to do about.

I shot him a nasty look for doubting me. “Everyone! Look for a small crate with a red cross on it! It’s got what we need right now!” Archer yelled through the comms as he took my hand. He led me out of the room where the fight was almost over but a few of the enemies were still firing from their hiding places. “Why aren’t they giving up?” I frowned. “They know that their backup is on the way.” Archer told me. “What they don’t know is that we’ve got an amazing hacker.” He smirked as he glanced at me.