Baldacci Archer Series Novels & Stories

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A dozen bolts streaked across the distance, a cloud of silent death aimed at the crimson heart of our enemy. The Architect didn't flinch. He didn't even look at them. His acolytes, their chanting rising to a shrill crescendo, threw their hands out. The air in front of the Architect shimmered, not with a shield, but with a displacement. The bolts, a foot from their target, veered wildly off course, streaking harmlessly into the sky or thudding into the ground. But Garvin was already moving. His squad fanned out, flanking, trying to find a blind spot in the acolytes' defense. They were Eclipse's best, their movements a deadly dance.

He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way. "Summon every evil you know, hunters," he growled, panting. "Call every angel because I will be the worst nightmare of your soul." Cold yet dangerous. Some hunters retreat as they cannot control the wild werewolf's strength. He tried to move near Emily, but the hunter's leader aimed the silver gun at Emily's head. 'Just let the fuck out of them, Drake. I'm good, and I won't die,' Emily assured. Drake shifted into a man. A lot of hunters were dead, with no heads already. The hunters' leader was the only one left while others ran away.

(In Valentino's POV) "È il bastardo morto?" (“Is the bastard dead?”) I asked already knowing that he would never do that because he knew how much I enjoyed killing people. "Nessun capo! Solo catturato." (“No boss! Only captured.”) He answered and I smirked knowing that he will be my new plaything.

Behind me, I could feel my men shift slightly, hands brushing the hilts of their weapons. Emilio flexed his fingers. Mortis cracked his neck like a man prepping for war. The standoff was seconds from turning bloody. And then— “Enough,” a familiar voice rang out from above. I looked up. Archer stood on the balcony, pale and shirtless, one hand resting on the ornate railing. Even from here, I could see the faint hints of fear on his face. His lips were dry. His eyes were stormy and bloodshot. He looked like hell, like the aftermath of something brutal.

She noticed a wolf charging at them coming for Hunter's neck but she used her magic and threw that wolf across the road as he hit the bark and fell grunting. She noticed two dead bodies near Luca and three dead bodies near Lennox. Luca hasn't even shifted and they have killed so many. A wolf was able to claw at Luca's back making him grunt in pain. Hunter pulled to his feet. "Stay here and don't fight," He said looking deeply into her eyes. He faced the enemies as his claws extended out. Within seconds Hunter was clawing at them killing them skillfully but she noticed that Armando's best fighters weren't present there. What was he planning to do?

He may be arrogant, but he’s not lying. “What is this about, Alpha Richard?” Alpha Carter asks as he takes in the room. He recognized Uncle Eli and Alpha Emerson as soon as he walked in. He wasn't expecting to walk into a room with four Alpha males and a Guardian. Rich is watching Beta Trevor, Xander is watching Alpha Carter, and my job is to detect any lying. “It has come to my attention, Beta Trevor, that your daughter engaged the services of a witch in order to make me think that she is my mate so that she could become Luna of this pack.”

The arrow shot out from the bow like a venomous snake, aimed straight at Adrian's chest with an unwavering and forceful momentum. Adrian's clothes fluttered. Unable to evade or block with his sword in time, he could only catch the arrow. The bald man closed his eyes. The archer sprang up from the ground, revealing a smug grin. All the prior attacks had served as diversions, leading to this final strike. "Your end is here!" Adrian smirked. Suddenly, he inhaled deeply, his chest contracting sharply against his back. The arrow sped toward Adrian's chest but suddenly halted, frozen in place as if its force had dissipated, remaining motionless for half a minute.

Archer nods, “Yes, it is. You are one of mine, and I will look out for you.” Archer turns to look at the man with the reddish-brown hair and says, “Brandon, oversee this so they get anything they need.” Brandon nods in confirmation, and Archer asks, “Do you mind if we still bowl?” The owner’s mate walks forward with a gracious smile: “Anything you want, sir; we appreciate your business.” Archer nods with a smile and turns back to my brothers and me as he says, “Well, that was eventful. My name is Archer, and these are my friends Brandon and Caleb. Would you like to join us in a game of bowling?”

I bit my lip, glancing at the snake. Archer looked at me, his smile softening, “Killing a snake isn’t as hard as it seems. Trust me, you’ve got this.” I wanted to believe him, but the thought of battling that creature with just stones or knives wasn’t exactly comforting. Still, I didn’t say anything, just nodded in agreement. “We’ll need to distract it,” Archer continued, pulling a dagger from his cargo pants. “I’ll distract it, and you stab it.” I raised an eyebrow, “Why don’t we switch roles? I’ll distract it, you do the stabbing.”