Famous Archers Fictional Novels & Stories

"That's ridiculous… Buying even a single Soul Armas will cost me a fortune! It's not a matter of one or two arrows master Hugh, I need a constant supply… I don't have that kind of money!" "I told you, Mr. Creed, you will not like it. And this is the reason why you won't find many archers beyond bhu-lok. The prodigies of the clans could manage them with loaded pockets, but we clan less suffer the most." "So it all comes down to how much money I have." "Yes! This is kind of a cruel fact. Every archer is bound to hit this wall. Most of the time, people leave archery and switch to a sword, a lance, or something else."

It was a favorite game of Liam's and often helped him determine who was truly worthy to join the Hunters. "My father taught me the basics, but I learned the more advanced from an archery Master in the city." The boastful tone was irritating Liam's ears, but he wasn't quite finished. "I see. And what makes you think your good enough to join the Hunters?" Hiding their smirks behind their cloaks, the Hunters waited for the answer. He had obviously expected for this moment to come, and for him to be chosen, so he answered immediately. "I am the best of my Village, My Lord, and the best in the next city over. I belong among the best of the best."

the commanding archer on one of the towers spoke out, noticing the sudden movement in the fir forest, obliging the archers to nock their arrows. Out of the fir forest a troop of unknown Soldiers having both men and women walk their way to the open space, wielding knives, all clothed in black hooded robe having the crest of a green serpent. “Draw!” the commanding archer ordered, urging the archers to draw towards the troop. Without a command, two young ladies charged out from the troop towards the gate. "Loose!!!” The commanding archer ordered. The archers loosed their arrows towards the ladies but they evaded all the arrows that came their way like it was a norm.

I left the golf field and continue to wander around the place, “Wow…..!” I marveled in surprise when I saw an archery range or should I say archery field, now I wonder which of the Alpha brothers love to play archery, the fact that they all owned expensive places like this in their Zelda's mansion made me wonder how wealthy their family is…..they must be swimming in riches,

"Isn't Viktor also a God of War? It turns out he's actually useless! We're done for!" "Let's think about how we can still get out of this alive!" "Viktor and his men will live on as prisoners of war, but what about us? Caspian will definitely execute us for treason!" "Oh God… What should we do now?" The Archers began to discuss their next steps while lamenting their choices. They had thought that they could become the most powerful family within Southlake City by defecting to and working for Vadesia and Astronia. However, their plans completely backfired.

But now I know exactly what it must be going through, how can I just watch that guy take such a cute little rabbit away! Calm down, maybe Odysseus' archery is really bad... Ulysses took the bow and arrow provided by the stall, stood sideways, his back straight, his fingers pulling on the bowstring, his eyes calm and relaxed. "Inet, don't worry. Uli is the best archer among us noblemen and he always places in the hunting competitions every year." ...even more worried. Ah, but such small merchants and vendors usually play tricks with bows and arrows. Just bend them a little and they won't shoot straight. Vendor, you must be a crook!

I never saw an archer around the forest? “How did he get shot?”

She released the arrow, and it hit the center of the bullseye. “That is how your arrow should land,” I said. “Dead center. Not left, not right. Not close. Perfect.” Alura stepped aside. The first archer came forward. He missed. The second archer, the third, all tried. About a thousand had gone, but only eight hundred hit the bullseye. That was enough for me. I didn’t need more. The archers who passed would be ready for the march. After I saw some promise in the archers, I asked them to move to the other end of the courtyard. Alura would continue testing each of them there. Once they were settled, I turned my attention to the warriors.

His hands never trembled. "The king is fast," he said to the archers who had gathered to learn from him. Their bows were smaller, their arrows lighter, but their eyes were the same—full of fear, full of hope. "Faster than anything you have faced. Faster than the watchers. Faster than the shadow. But he is not faster than an arrow. He is not faster than a silver tip. He bleeds. He can be killed." He fired. The arrow struck the center of the target, the silver tip burying deep in the wood. The archers murmured, impressed.

Archer shrugs nonchalantly as if he didn’t just give me a lot of alcohol so that I end up telling him the truth, “Now you and Axel?” “Oh hell no sir. I will not say anything in this drunken state.” I say as I successfully sit on the chair near the bar on my third try as Archer continues watching me with pursed lips. “Tell me.” He orders and I glare at him. “How about we play a game?” I suggest. “No.” “You ask me questions like a gun to your head- Who is your favourite friend’s character?” I continue, ignoring his rude interruption as I finish my second glass. “As a person who has had a gun to their head. I don’t think such questions are asked. But I’ll play. Gun to your head- Would you be in