Emiya Vs Archer Novels & Stories

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

Without thinking twice, Archer strangled his neck, he was about to hit him when I stopped him and whispered into his ear “If you do this what will the pack think of you” He glanced at me and released him. “Ryker, I am ready to compete with you… I will make sure you lose to me” Archer said, gazing at him. “Oh. Then let's see," he muttered. We all went to the elder's place, we met the leader of the eldest whose name is Fridolf, he stared at them both for some minutes before speaking. “Ryker, since you insist you want to compete with Archer then you can but I surely know that you are gonna lose this battle because Archer is stronger than you,” Elder Fridolf said and he was furious.

"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."

"She'll know. And if she knows, she'll worry..And if she worries, she'll dig. And if she digs-" "She'll find out your shiny new fiancee was kidnapped from a human auction?" I finish sweetly. Damien smiles. "I knew I liked you" Emilia Alaric is nothing like her brother. she bursta into the sunroom like a hurricane blonde, bright eyed, and a full of warmth that feels alien in this cold house. she looks no older than twenty but there's a sharpness behind her kindness. A blade hidden in velvet. "Damien!" she cries, throwing her arms around him. " you never told me she was gorgeous."

“She’s a weakness, Allesio. One you can’t afford.” I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head. “You say that like you don’t have any weaknesses yourself.” “Don’t compare my situation to yours,” he snapped, his voice like ice. “Emilia’s different.” “Is she?” I challenged, leaning forward. “Because from where I’m standing, we’re not so different. You’d burn the world for her, Alaric. Don’t deny it.” His silence was answer enough, though the tension between us crackled like a live wire.

Takaris suffered through brunt of it. The boy proved unskilled with the bow. His arrows skewed wide, and he dallied the longest during his retrieval, earning him the most strikes. This seemed to foster a growing tension between both boys. It was a tension Sethlzaar found he could do without. "It's all about the technique," Emeril would say as she walked behind them. "Don't just pull the string. Push the bow." She was a slender woman with hair color the red of fire. It betrayed her as a denizen of the nunish tribe, one among many found in Naftali, west of the realm. She had a peculiarly soothing voice which she could bellow with the authority of any priest.

“Let me guess—finally realized you’re actually going to miss me?” “In your dreams, Archer.” “Oh, I have much better dreams than that, Lilypad.” His eyes glittered with mischief. “Want me to tell you about them?” Heat flooded my cheeks. “You’re disgusting.” “And you’re deflecting.” He stopped in front of me, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. “So what’s with the waterworks? Did you actually get emotional during the ceremony.” “Maybe I did. Is that a crime?”

“Don’t worry, I will tell him that I did not want to stay in that suffocating room.” Positioning herself across the straw targets, Emery placed nocked the arrow on the bow. She straightened her back and even closed one eye to have a better aim. Taking a deep breath, she was confident that her first try would hit the bullseye, but by the time she released the arrow, Castor’s laugh made her roll her eyes in no time. Well, she hit the ground halfway to the target so it was no wonder that an pro archer would laugh at her failure. Despite that slight embarrassment, she did not give up.

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?”

Daemonikai said in a soft tone, setting up her shot. "Weeks of caring for me must have been difficult. I figured this would be a good way to relax. Archery can be surprisingly therapeutic." Emeriel focused on the target, her fingers brushing the bowstring. "It’s also a useful skill for safety and defense," he continued. "In the days of old, archers believed that—" The sudden whizz of an arrow cut him off. Emeriel had already loosed her arrow, striking the bullseye with pinpoint accuracy. His jaw dropped.