Baldacci Archer Series Novels & Stories

of his suit, it only made the red bluish little dots stood out more. His brown italic shoes perfectly polished and everything looked perfect on him. The suit was tight around his shoulders and torso, emphasizing his long legs and strong arms. I cleared my throat, "Uh..." He smirked cockily, running his hair through his after fuck and wet hair. "I looked hot I know." "Well, hot is how to put it nicely, I'll say 'fuck me twice on Tuesdays' if it's not because you're running late." I mumbled as I turned back slowly to face the interesting wall, but I guess he heard me because he laughed. His hand came around my waist as he guided me with him. "Come on, before I take you on that offer and we

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.

Archer looked at her for a moment before saying, “Well Elizabeth, not only is Alpha Rafael still hunting for Drake and Avery with the Lycaon, he’s just brought on the Blood Sorcerers, and they knew what I was doing. I barely got out in time.” Elizabeth? How did he know her name? I glared at him with accusation for a moment before putting that aside. My mind raced as I recalled the reputation of the Blood Sorcerers—dark magic-wielding witches and vampires trained as ruthless assassins. I had no desire to be caught in the crossfire of a war that could endanger Beth and my brood. I wanted Archer and Drake out of my territory immediately. “You can take Drake and get the he** out of here,” I said

Bloodline Prophecy The bloodline of Archer will rise up The heir of Archer will become a beacon of hope But the darkness will betray the Light Bring forth war upon the lands and sea Upon the shoulders of the forsaken Immortal creatures of the Dark will revel in the sunlight Only the Slayer and the Chosen can defeat their bloodline To rid the lands and sea of the Darkness ____ Calyx smelled blood before she saw it. As she drew closer to the little cabin in the woods, thoughts of what she had just done dissipated. Tension mounted, contrasting the usually picturesque imagery of the cabin next to the stables and her father’s workshop at the edge of the City of Pearl. There was only fear and drea

Amelia retorted, though her breath came heavy with the exertion of keeping atop the writhing behemoth. "Archer! Your aim is true!" called Gabriel, nodding to Alaric, who stood poised with bowstring taut, his arrow notched and ready. "Let the winds guide my hand," Alaric murmured, an incantation that shimmered around him like a cloak. The wind spirit he'd bonded with swirled around the arrow, and when he released it, the projectile flew unerringly, piercing the eye of an approaching sea serpent. It recoiled, thrashing wildly, its cry a terrible, echoing bellow.

Alpha Vance froze, his eyes instinctively darting toward the ridges. The morning fog suddenly parted, and out of the trees materialized another fifty outcasts—archers, their massive longbows drawn to full extension, their arrows tipped with shimmering, liquid-silver tips. Every single bow was aimed directly at the heads of the Blood-Moon enforcers on the platform. But that wasn't what made Vance's breath hitch.

He was very well preserved and I didn't hesitate to understand that he was also a werewolf. “Come on,” Archer said and we got out of the pickup truck. As I approached, the man looked at me with his mouth open, then smiled and held out his hand. “I'm Archibald Altaha, Archer's grandfather,” the gentleman said. “I'm one of the counselors at the Reservation.” “Altaha?” I asked and frowned. “You're not Coleman?” They laughed at the question and Archer denied it with embarrassment. “No, that last name is an alias we use outside the Reserves,” Archibald said. “We're Altaha.”

Stale whisky vapors almost knocked him out. “You know that stuff is bad for you right?” Warren waved his hands back and forth, “No, I'm eager to see what I can do. I suspect it's because Archon is ready to tear the canines a new one.” “Aye, how is our innocent engineer?” She arched her eyebrow and nudged Warren with an elbow, “You two looked cozy.” “She is conflicted about killing the Adlets,” Warren checked the cylinders of the second pistol blade, “Can you teach me how to sword fight?”

Like shadows swimming underneath flesh. My blood turned to ice. Whatever was standing there wasn't a man. It wasn't even pretending anymore. Commander Vane raised his sword. "Archers." A hundred bowstrings tightened. The sound echoed across the wall. Halden merely smiled. "Will that make you feel safer?" "Fire." The arrows launched together. A dark cloud crossing the gray sky. They struck Halden squarely. Chest. Shoulders. Neck. One pierced directly through his eye.