David Baldacci Archer Series Novels & Stories

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.”

His father sending this boy over as a distraction so him and his band of freaks can attempt to take this pack, something I know wouldn’t work but with the looming war over our heads, we have to be mindful at what resources we are using. Before I had time to dwell on that thought longer, a clean and in new clothes Theo walks from the bathroom smiling over at me as though he had been on one of the best trips of his life. But as he looked around the room, I saw him sadden a little. “Where’s Archer?” He asked as I pulled the covers on the bed back to allow him to climb in, which he soon does and lays down with an even bigger smile on his face. “Archer was called away to some important Alpha work

"You have my attention. Speak." The Rogue lifted his head. His face was gaunt, his hair matted, but his eyes... they were a brilliant, electric blue. They were the eyes of an Alpha. "My name is Bastien Archer," he said, his voice carrying clearly across the silent yard. A ripple of shock went through the pack. Even Liam stiffened. "Archer?" Liam repeated, skepticism coloring his tone. "The Archer line is dead. They were slaughtered sixteen years ago." "Not all of them," Bastien said, rising slowly to his feet. "My father was Raphael Archer. Alpha of the Basilisk Pack."

My breathing, I notice then, is erratic as I rest my back against her door. Archer is renowned for his wicked, errant ways. He isn’t the school principal, and we brush his many affairs with pupils under the carpet. However, Archer having his way with a pupil is entirely different from me crossing that line. It could ruin me for the second time, and I’ll be damned if I allow another Carmichael to ruin me.

Archer’s first punch is quickly followed by many, many more, delivered from both sides. The guards outnumber the brothers five to one, but each brother, even Steven, fights with a determined ferocity I haven’t even seen before. Anyone that so much as comes close to the opening where Isaac and I are standing meets a dire end. Archer has been growing steadily more wolfish. His hands have begun curling like claws. His eyes are flashing dangerously. As he’s tearing through three other guards, one slips past him, heading toward Isaac and me. I shove Isaac behind me and, with no hesitation, kick the imposing guard straight in the crotch. He crumples up at once.

She was mine. Archer stopped in his tracks and looked between us for a moment before nodding, a giddy smile on his face that bothered me to no end. “What are you not telling us?” Beth asked him, ever empathic. 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.”

Melanie watched the small silhouette disappear into the porch light before slowly pulling out of the driveway. Inside, Trista's boots thudded across the marble floor. "Where's Dad?" "In the study." She headed up the stairs and pushed open the heavy door. Archer was a tall, imposing shadow standing by the window, the cherry of a cigarette glowing and fading in the dark. The sheer pressure of a high-tier Alpha mixed with the faint scent of tobacco, giving off a "don't come near me" vibe that felt incredibly lonely. "Dad." "Mhm." Archer didn't turn around. His eyes were locked on a pair of red taillights disappearing down the mountain road.

“Sorry if that sounds a little rude, but I was just surprised. You look young.” “Zarah!” My mom hisses a warning. She was looking at me with furrowed brows—the typical mother's look when her kid does something that she doesn’t like. Fortunately, Archer finds the situation so amusing that he starts to laugh, distracting my mother from me. “It’s fine, Mrs. Winters. I consider her comment a compliment.” He smile those pearly white teeth of his in my direction and I am suddenly mesmerized. “I skipped a few grades and training levels. My knowledge of demons and my skills as a hunter got me in the same year as your brother. If you’re wondering, I’m at least a year older than you.”

“I shall be gone, then. Tell Anselm that we shall meet him in Father’s chambers shortly.” ARCHER heard the loud giggling of his sister Agatha as he knocked on the oak door of her chambers. “Agatha? Madeleine? It is I, Archer. I need to speak with the both of you.” The heavy door opened, revealing a grinning Princess Agatha. She was a lively, fierce one: always high-spirited, but at the moment, she took one look at his grim expression, and her grin dropped. She stood up straighter, her usually mischievous eyes somber.

JASPER I shuffled my hand through the cold congealed lasagna. Fully used to it and ones far more worse than this, I ought to have finished it but not when my mind was going through a tough time of indecision. “Hand it over in case you’re too emotionally down to eat. I shall finish it up for you, the pleasure is mine.” My eyes tore across the cell, and there he was, flashing his blackened tooth at me. Archer is a bastard. He toys with me without fail even though he knew I was always fully ready to beat him to stupor like every other time.