Romans & histoires Books Like Archer's Voice

It’s the voice that haunts my dreams, and fills my mind. Archer.

It had an old covering but it looked like a romance one. “Common, feel free. No one can penalize you here.” “They can’t even see us.” I narrowed my eyes, on how she knew this, with my hands running through the shelf too. My lips spread out in a wide smile as I brought out a book, sniffling it. That understanding mother I never had. Who thought I was a freak for reading books, or chasing knowledge as a female. She was Lady Archer.

"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

Let me help you, so we can go back to the cottage. Aurora looked at him. “Fine by me.” “Good.” Archer said. “I have a bow and arrow. Can you point me where I can find some larger animals? Deer, perhaps, or a wild hog?” “Are you any good at bow and arrows?” The prince chuckled. “It is what I am named for, after all.” The lady arched an eyebrow. “Theobald?”

“I haven’t even decided his fate yet. I will tell you I’m already about halfway through the first draft already.” “You got a lot written the last few days,” I say, remembering her saying she’d barely made a dent in her book before. “You are kind of inspiring,” she tells me with a grin. “Ohhh,” Quinn coos. “So, this book is going to be super sexy?” She wiggles her eyebrows and looks at Archer. “I like the super-sexy books, and so does Archer.” “Is that weird to hear?” Archer asks Chloe, looking at me almost as if he did something wrong.

I rip my arm from his grasp again and I say, “Yes, you are. You have no right to talk to me since you broke up with me. Get lost, Zane.” Archer comes towards us and asks, “Is there some problem here?” He looks between the two of us and Zane lets out a low growl. Archer’s eyes darken showing his wolf is under the surface and he says in a low tone, “This isn’t the place, Zane.” Zane looks at me and back at Archer before walking off and heading inside with some of his buddies. Archer looks at me with an eyebrow cocked up and he asks, “Are you okay, Ri?”

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 ended up crashing into the door and collapsing into the door's arms. Um… Wait, the door had arms? Oh. I wasn't lying against the door. I was lying against a row of abs… "Thomas Jenkins, you're dead meat." I heard Pierce's voice. Thomas' shriek rang out after that. "Piercy, what are you doing here? Wait, why are you holding that bastard?" I heard Pierce chuckling softly in return. "You really should find out who exactly the so-called bastard is." His voice was extremely glacial at that point. Suddenly, I found myself wondering if his lips were equally cold, too.

Archer's students were half Frostmarch refugees, half Silver Hollow born. He didn't care. He taught them all the same: "Heal anyone who needs it. No questions. No conditions." The medic tent had expanded over the years. What had once been a single canvas shelter was now a sprawling complex of treatment rooms and training halls and a small library of medical texts that Archer had collected from every territory in the Accord. He stood at the center of it all, his gold eyes bright, his auburn curls streaked with grey at the temples, his hands as steady as they had ever been.

Their power. Astounding. Surprise flared across Archer’s face, his brows lifting like I’d just told him the sky wasn’t blue. He blinked, then leaned back with a slow, crooked grin. "Wow. This is fun," he drawled, blue and amber eyes gleaming with mischief and disbelief. "You mean to tell me three men who could fuck the world sideways are holding back on you? Either you’re lying, or…" He tilted his head, studying me harder. "Or they’re playing a damn long game."