Famous Archers Fictional Novels & Stories

"You ought to have allowed for it, then. You have a good eye and a steady hand, but you'll need a deal more to best a man of the kingswood. Fletcher Dick it was who showed me how to bend the bow, and no finer archer ever lived. Have I told you about old Dick, now?" "Only three hundred times." Every man at Castle Black had heard Ulmer's tales of the great outlaw band of yore; of Simon Toyne and the Smiling Knight, Oswyn Longneck the Thrice-Hanged, Wenda the White Fawn, Fletcher Dick, Big Belly Ben, and all the rest. Searching for escape, Sweet Donnel looked about and spied Sam standing in the muck. "Slayer," he called. "Come, show us how you slew the Other." He held out the tall yew longbow.

I tell him. I continued to sprat for the next two to three hours with all the Bampire Barons. Next was archery training with Alexander, then sword practice with Chris. Archery is my favorite training, and the crossbow is my weapon of choice. It is quick, and the skill of perfecting the archery is exquisite. I can aim at my target from one hundred miles away without missing the mark, and I flawlessly achieve my goal. I can hit multiple things in seconds at numerous times. Yes, I am an expert with the sword, and I always carry various weapons, but a crossbow can travel a distance while I am in hiding and still attack my target without getting caught or seen.

Luke stabbed the first in his stomach and immediately drew out the sword to urge such an incredible speed which made me question if this was really Luke or Damon in disguise. Luke swung his sword beautiful through the large numbers like butter. His movements were like art and that made me panic. “Archers! Why don’t we have archers?!” I yelled at Lucas who yelled back at me. “Why would rogues need archers?! Archers are defenders not attackers!” Luke’s archers were also very keen on winning because none of them took their eyes off the enemy. Anyone that passed Luke would drop to the ground instantly. I’ve never even seen Damon and his army fight with such teamwork before.

He answered from behind me before I could correct the man's assumption that I was the little wife. I heard a whispered 'is that her' before the three men turned and looked at me before being hustled off by the Don. "What have you been telling these people about me?" "Uh Mouth, we're not known for bow and arrows around these parts, two in quick succession and obviously by the same hand will bring speculation and being in our line of business, we have to keep up on the latest news if you know what I mean. So if you didn't want people knowing you as the Archer, you should've kept your ass in the house."

"You ought to have allowed for it, then. You have a good eye and a steady hand, but you'll need a deal more to best a man of the kingswood. Fletcher Dick it was who showed me how to bend the bow, and no finer archer ever lived. Have I told you about old Dick, now?" "Only three hundred times." Every man at Castle Black had heard Ulmer's tales of the great outlaw band of yore; of Simon Toyne and the Smiling Knight, Oswyn Longneck the Thrice-Hanged, Wenda the White Fawn, Fletcher Dick, Big Belly Ben, and all the rest. Searching for escape, Sweet Donnel looked about and spied Sam standing in the muck. "Slayer," he called. "Come, show us how you slew the Other." He held out the tall yew longbow.

Archer. Archer used to do this. He was the king of the "protective" gesture. He’d hold the umbrella, shield me from the crowds, and whisper sweet, hollow promises of security. He’d wrapped me in a velvet cage of attention, only to rip the floor out from under me without a second thought. My eyes stung. The memory of Archer’s "softness" felt like a slow-acting poison. Every gentle thing Jovan did felt like a trap I was waiting to walk into.

Whoosh! Myriads of arrows were released from their tightly strung bows. Seconds later, countless arrows began to rain down on the pack of werewolves that were rushing down the mountain. The legion of arrows was not only penetrating the frightened cursed creatures but they were also impaling a few crusaders who had failed to retreat further away before the call was given for the archers to take action. Those men were noble sacrifices for the greater good. God blessed their pure souls.

It’s just the leader of a group of people who earn their living by doing illegal stuff that we’re talking about. It’s just Archer. It’s just the famous billionaire who is liked by a million women across the globe. It’s okay. It’s just the guy you like liking you back. It’s okay. Oh hell! Who am I kidding?! This is definitely not okay! But… Oh god!

Archer scoffed in response to my insinuations. "I'm willing to help. I may have a reputation, but I'm not as bad as people make me out to be." I struggled to believe Archer's words, especially given the unmistakable scent of blood on his hands, indicative of recent violence. With rogue wolves known to lurk in this area, and his infamous underground dungeon, his image of a benefactor was hard to swallow. "I can tell you've just returned from your dungeons, having dealt with someone, and now you're here acting like a saint. Why can't you be honest? I've had enough of this runaround." I hissed.

And so, through the dark alcoves and passageways that yawn like the mouths of beasts, leading to who knows what horrors, through the shadows seem alive as they dance and writhe with a threatening intelligence, ready to swallow us into their depths at the slightest missed step. "The shadows will not hide from my aim. My bolts will find their mark, and that missing map, " I said as I step forward confidently, minding my role as the Archer, the first line of defense in my group. With it, I loaded my crossbow, my three girl teammates at my side. My crossbow is compact yet powerful, able to pierce armor from a distance while my allies close the gap. Its bolts, coated in poison, can quickly fell e