Novel & Cerita Famous Archers Fictional

It was the only legend the fort knew of him, and it had no name. Sethlzaar observed Commander Ilnel one more time before returning his attention to the battle plans being discussed. He would have to get along with the king's blade for the time he would share the fort with them. His gaze wandered to the other soldiers. Alphex consciously avoided it. These were men from Arslagh; men from a place where rumors of him flowed. Now it will know the legend of the brother who would not fall. “... Then Father Sorlan will take charge of the archers," the Lord Commander concluded. "Any confusions?"

They were all among the six top forces in Star Kingdom Even though Archimedes was the future head of the family, he could not afford to offend someone like Anders. Their difference was not only in status. Both sides were also miles apart when it came to talent. Although Anders was older than Archimedes, he was not a lot older. However, his strength was much higher. “Miss Fellowes, start the bidding. You don’t have to introduce it anymore. We saw the hammer’s power. It’s definitely a top-quality Soulbound Weapon!”

Archer fell back on his straw bed. He was getting dizzy from everything he had just found out. The soldier in him told him it was right to remain behind, wait to heal, find out more information before leaving. But the romantic in him wanted to burst through the South gates and protect Adalia. He couldn’t imagine who the mastermind behind all of this was, Conan or Xander; those were the only senior commanders he knew. His fists punched into his make shift bed as he let out a loud growl of frustration. He had never felt this useless in his life.

The Archers were a prominent family in Imperium, with connections to both politics and business. However, the exact details of what happened remained shrouded in mystery. It was rumored that the Archer couple was driving their luxury car in Imperium when they were involved in a grave accident. By the time the ambulance arrived, they were already deceased. Their only daughter, Jeanna, was in the backseat of the car. Rumors later circulated, suggesting that the trauma of witnessing her parents' death had driven her to madness. Regarding the accident, the media explained it as Benjamin Archer's affair leading his wife, Jessica Upton, to despair, ultimately resulting in their joint demise.

he said kicking him and that poor man spits out more blood , " ..is simply not dying " Archer craned his neck and stood up adjusting his shirt . " Leave him be " he said and walked out . People fear Archer and his family because of their history . His father was a Mafia man , although Archer wasn't known to be in Mafia , he still did pretty bad jobs . His mother was a women know for her keen knowledge . She was one of them , very proud as well . Archer's family ran an organisation , not good but dangerous . Archer wasn't the man of word but he certainly was loved by his women . Everyone in his work knew never to call his love by her name or go as far as to talk to her . Not that it would hap

The Fake Tough Guy Silas walked over to the grand fireplace, where a massive portrait of Sebastian hung above the mantel. In the painting, Sebastian was depicted in full tactical gear, a cigar clamped between his teeth, holding a massive bowie knife against a background of burning oil fields. It was an homage to an era of cinema that Sebastian had merely strip-mined for profit. Silas reached up and drove his tanto through the canvas, tearing it from the frame with a dry, screeching rip.

"Oh my god! What are you talking about, Piercy? Are you actually declaring yourself as that filthy bastard's lackey?" Thomas shot up from his seat instantly. Clearly, he didn't give a damn about keeping up his image as a celebrity. From the way he had addressed Pierce, I finally recognized him as the same Thomas who hailed from the elite Jenkins family, who lived next door. Thomas was a rich scion this whole time. That explained his arrogance and boldness. Even the question he asked was extremely rude and tactless. He didn't even bother sparing my pride at all. I had a vague impression of Thomas, so to speak. He had followed Pierce around when he was a kid, and he worshiped Pierce to no end.

Her eyes closed tightly, dreading the impact. Having not felt anything, she opened them only to find a shocking scene. Chad, her boss was on the ground, clenching his body, his whimpers suggested he was in serious pain. Only then did Aria notice the men surrounding him, all dressed in black, looking like they were all professionally trained to kill without a second thought. In the middle of it all stood Victor, relief washed over her. “Are you alright Miss Brookes” he asked. “I’m fine now…. But how did you know where I am?”

Anyways, the fear of having to spar with him got my head back into the game and it made me remember one simple fact— I was a trained archer. Everyone in my previous pack— the Moon Viper— was trained in archery the moment they clocked five irrespective of their rankings. It was a known fact that everyone from the Moon Viper pack was exceptionally trained in archery. And as luck would have it, I was the second-best archer after the Alpha but since they counted me to be irrelevant, they gave that title to the Luna instead. I didn't care though. As long as it meant people got off my back. I wasn’t a fan of too much attention either.

"They can take out their frontline soldiers before they even get close enough to do any real damage." I nodded. It was a risky move, but it just might work. "Alright," I said. "Let's do it." I turned to the archers and gave the order. They readied their bows and arrows, and I could see the determination in their eyes. They knew what was at stake. As Alpha Ambrose's pack drew closer, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. But then the archers let loose their arrows, and I watched as they streaked through the air, finding their mark in the chests of the enemy soldiers. They fell to the ground, their bodies still.