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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

I’d never seen so many beautiful things in my life, and the most perfect thing of all sat in front of them. Archer watched me with a smile, lounging in a leather armchair. His white shirt was half unbuttoned, showing a sinful slice of that strong chest. His legs were spread, those fitted trousers hugging him. He sipped his whiskey and looked sexier and more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. “Come in already, Tempest... I’m not going to bite you... yet.” His low voice hid promises. I shut the door behind me, swallowed hard, and I’ll admit my pussy leaked a little.

Just the low murmur of my pack waking, the distant crackle of embers being stirred back to life, and the pale gold of dawn filtering through the shutters of my quarters. I woke alone. For half a heartbeat, instinct flared, my hand reaching for the space beside me, before memory settled in. Alpha Archer had left before sunrise. Of course, he had to go back to his pack in the West. He never stayed longer than he believed he should even when every part of him wanted to. The bed still held his warmth. I lay there longer than I usually allowed myself to, staring at the ceiling beams, letting the quiet sink into my bones. My wolf stirred lazily, content in a way that felt unfamiliar and dangerous.

he said and I could visibly see Damon relax. “So do you write the same stuff?” Kat asked more intrigued now that she knew who Archer was. “Hell no, she writes all those weird fantasy stuff, I write historical war fiction,” he said. “I think I’ve read a few of your books, Archer Blue right,” Damon said and Archer smiled. “Yep, that’s me,” he said as if it was nothing. Damon and Archer talked about his books and dominated the whole conversation so Kat and I moved to the living room with a bottle of wine and I asked her if she knew what happened when Damon went back to that bar and returned full of blood.

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"Ah, Jesus help me. God. The biggest bully in the world who roams around with a gun in his hand gets bullied?" "Georgie, I am serious," Archer insists, his tone firm. But I can't stop laughing. "God, please stop, this is going to kill me. Aw, poor Archer is getting bullied," I say, intentionally talking like a baby to tease him. Despite himself, Archer cracks a smile, shaking his head as I continue to laugh uncontrollably. Read my other books that are available on GoodNovel !. Mary Redferne (will be completed next month) 2. Danika Williams

"There's my number. Text me, and we'll make plans." Before I can utter another word, the doctor comes in. "Officer Gray, looks like you're gonna need some stitches." The entire time my face is being sewn back together, my eyes and mind don't deviate from the petite brunette standing next to the doctor. If there's one thing I know for sure - Laurel Springs is about to get wild. END OF VOLUME SIX: DEVANTE Archer - Coming October 2022 About the Author Laramie Briscoe is the USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author of over 30 books.

This might do since he was just wearing black pants and a designer brand white sweater with a metal pendant on his neck. "Good evening, Sir Archer." The waitress greeted. "This way, Sir." I grimaced when I realized he must come here frequently because he addressed the waitress by her first name. We even came to a halt when he was called from a nearby table. His attention shifted and he smiled at the lovely lady. I recognized her as a model, so I assumed she was one. He even approached their table and kissed their cheeks as he greeted them. "What is he? A running President?"

The door creaked open. Jeffrey walked in carrying a bloody chunk of meat that was still warm. He handed it to me. “It’s deer.” I blinked. “You went hunting by yourself?” He shrugged. “I’ve hunted alone since I was fourteen.” We roasted it over a small fire. Silence enclosed us, thick and heavy. The only sounds were crackling flames and distant wolf howls. I chewed slowly, stomach twisting. My gaze drifted to Jeffrey’s torso, exposed because he had ripped his shirt apart to bandage me.

I get out of the chair and jut my chin at him. “What’s that?” “Oh,” Archer looks in his hands. He runs a hand through his hair. He’s clearly uncomfortable. “It’s a – uh book on mates.” He looks back at me. “I was thinking about our conversation. Wanted to know more.” I can’t believe it but Archer actually seems a bit embarrassed to be holding the book “Oh,” I say. “That’s…nice. What did you find?” He raises the book slightly. “Not much that I didn’t already know,” He looks around the room. “There’s books in here from the 1700s. I was hoping they’d tell me something I don’t know or provide a different perspective. But nothing.”