Books Like Archer's Voice Novels & Stories

He was driving a plane. Samantha was right. His face book’s private so I saw nothing. I can't even click on his profile picture so I just check his I*******m account. @PercivalArcher 69 posts – 300 followers - 97 following Percival Archer Revamonte Student Pilot & Mechanical Engineering I was taken aback by the sheer number of people who followed him. He is followed by artists, models, and other socialites. Maybe he's in that cultural circle because his family is wealthy. I'm not sure why those musicians and models are also following him.

The basement was a place of absolute silence and icy steel. Silas Thorne sat at his workbench, the only illumination coming from a high-intensity lamp that turned the room into a study of harsh highlights and abyssal shadows. His collection, which included not only weapons but also tools for ontological correction, was laid out on the clean white cloth in front of him. To Silas, the blade was the ultimate truth. A gun was a coward’s distance, a mechanical abstraction that turned a man into a statistic with the twitch of a finger. But a blade—a blade required proximity. It required the other person to acknowledge it. It was the oldest conversation in human history, and Silas was its most

I also prayed earnestly that he didn’t forget me here. I spotted a bookshelf at the far end of the room and decided to look through it in hopes of finding something to read. The majority of the books were about werewolves and the pack’s history. There were also books about politics, war, and governance. I would have loved to pick up the book that contained information on all members of the Crescent Moon Pack, but I decided against it. It would seem like snooping. I finally settled on a book titled ‘The Art of War.’ Not that I was a fan of violence but I was curious to know why the author had referred to war as an art. It was such a controversial claim.

Archer raced, doing his best not to skid down the icy path of mud and dying leaves. He had to find them. Sniffing the air, he could smell something, even without his wolf being awakened yet. It was warm, like vanilla or cinnamon. His eyes watered from the cold and the churning emotions in his chest. “This way…” a soft voice whispered in his mind. He swallowed hard, trying desperately to follow the voice.

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

“I'm 23. Why do you ask?” “It's just that you look so young; you don't look like a typical librarian,” Archer replied and I smiled. People used to have the same conclusion he did. “Let's just say I had certain privileges because I like to read,” I said calmly. “And how old are you and how long have you been a librarian?” I saw him frown again. “I'm 28,” Archer said, and I wasn't surprised. “I recently took a specialization course, so let's just say I'm a complete novice at this book thing.”

I walked quickly, my slippers making no sound on the rugs, heading toward what I hoped was an exit or at least a balcony. "Well, well, well," a voice drawled, dripping with a terrifying sort of amusement. "If this isn't the little gift for the King." I froze, my blood turning to ice. A man stepped out from the darkness of a side archway—Archer. I recognized the predatory gleam in his eyes, the way he carried himself with a reckless arrogance that suggested he feared nothing. He didn't just look at me, he raked his gaze over me, starting at the hem of my dress and lingering on the curve of my waist before finally meeting my eyes.

, I spoke into our link again; this time, Axel could hear us too, and he beamed. “That’s my girl; I knew you would work out a way to sort this shit out.” “Now I got to learn to keep it that way” I smiled, but a quiet determination had settled inside me. Alune will only have access when I say from now on and only when it suits me. Archer’s POV Running through the pack house towards the door that led to the archives with my heartbeat pounding in my ears was terrifying. That goddess awful screeching started up again, but this time it was so much louder, which only meant it was closer.

“It’s a big thing because the Eon prom will come into your life just once and will be a part of your memories and history for a long time. Zephyr and Prince Reese’s date are going down in the history of our pack. So, it’s a big thing, princess. I hope you enjoy it to the fullest because such days don’t come again and again, especially in a student’s life.” Archer said, taking the book from my hand. “Did you doodle something in that?” I asked, pointing at the book. “What?” “I saw some red glowing letters in that book. Don’t tell me you have some expensive glowing ink pen collection as well,” I said. Arched tensed his brows and peered at me as if I was some ghost. I snapped my fingers in front

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.”