Baldacci Archer Series Novels & Stories

He was banished from his father’s land and left to roam the streets. Five years later, Alpha Archer is called the devil alpha, with a wickedly strong pack to show for it. When Lila comes into his life, Archer feels things he never thought possible. Bought at an auction and intended to be a mere slave, she soon becomes the one thing he never thought he could have: love.

"Archer?" "Right." he replied without the slightest hesitation, "Sixteen years ago my father, Raphael Archer, is Alpha Pack Basilisk." Some murmurs were shocked quickly filling the silence before. The man didn't look bothered at all, he kept standing quietly while dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him intently. "Alpha Brennan, the meaning of my coming here is to ask for your help." he continued without [2/15, 09:52] Loner 2567: 09:26 4 cut off his gaze from Alex. "With

On the other hand, Autumn yelled, “You maniac! You are definitely a maniac! You actually killed Bruce! Can you not tell that this is not a good time to turn against each other? Are you an idiot?” Alex’s eyes were as cold as a frosty knife as he shot a dirty glare at Autumn. “Say nonsense again, I’ll kill you off too!” Then, he turned to Zendaya. “Come here.” The bald guy, who was decisive, immediately shot an arrow at Zendaya. He wasn’t aiming for any of her vitals because Zendaya was still of use to him. He just needed to use such a method to stall Alex. After shooting the arrow, the bald guy immediately made a run for it.

Alaric easily evaded their attacks without killing them, wanting to keep to his words and let Asher have his fun. With the men firing bullets made with wolfbane, Asher had to be extra careful not to get shot; after all, he was still a wolf, and the bullet would definitely weaken him. As he was fighting, Alaric suddenly appeared in front of him, and he looked in shock to see that Alaric had caught a flying arrow. “Careful,” Alaric said, “this has the poison that was used that day.” “Thanks,” Asher said before taking the arrow from him and flinging it to the man who shot it, giving him a headshot. He turned then and punched the man behind him, breaking his head off his body, and watched as it

The threat must have been neutralized. Then when I took a glance around, I saw him. Alpha Archer stood near the center of the camp, tall and commanding, his dark blond hair ruffled by the wind. He was speaking with Beta Kael and two other warriors. His stance was steady, yet there was an undeniable edge to his presence, a quiet authority that made everyone instinctively straighten their backs when he spoke.

Archer's mind linked them to hang around until they were sure that the hunter had nothing weird up his sleeve. Archer stepped down from the cart and continued his elegant walk into the restaurant. Some humans were looking at him strangely. He knew that dressing so traditionally was strange in this area, but he didn’t care. He would wear what he would. Inside the restaurant, he caught a glimpse of grey hair. It was Marcus Bane. He wasn’t too old, but still, he liked the grey to the moon. Archer walked calmly towards him. “Hello,” he said calmly. The man, who for the first time Archer noticed was surrounded by so many guards turned his attention on him, as he kept his phone by the side.

Clearing his throat, he replied,“He doesn’t know you’re alive yet.” Archibald laughed, a deep, grating laugh, throwing his head back.“I would relish carving him from the inside out.” He lifted a hand and motioned casually to the men behind him. One of them stepped forward, carrying a box bound in black iron chains, etched with symbols that glimmered faintly under the moonlight. The man lowered it carefully at Boldron’s feet.“A gift,” Archibald said smoothly. “A present for Rael, and a note that I am coming. I want him prepared. I like my opponents ready. In one month, I will attack the pack.”

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.

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.

But his eyes betrayed a mixture of anxiety and vulnerability, like storms brewing beneath the surface. Archer approached with caution, his own brown and white fur glinting with a sense of calm and resolve. He knew the delicacy of the situation, the need for compassion and understanding. As Archer drew closer, Mateo's sensitive nose caught the scent of Archer's fur—the familiar fragrance that hinted at something new, something unspoken.