Novel & Cerita Famous Archers Fictional

Not only that, every bow and arrow that Master Hugh has in his facility was designed or at least modified by the Darthar brothers. They seemed to be on good terms with each other. However, interestingly enough, even master Hugh didn't know that Rolin had a brother until Creed told him what exactly happened there. Regardless, now Creed had a fragile hope to latch on too. If the Darthar Brothers could successfully build a custom arrow as promised, he would be able to continue archery.

The six knights had to be the Duke's knights, the two wizards were most likely from the Red Tower, and the two archers were probably the renowned Deathbringer Archers of Duchess Isla. This was what was perplexing me. Duchess Isla joined forces with another Duke, but why? Or perhaps the two archers are not soldiers in Duchess Isla's army but rather belong to another noble's household. The latter explanation was more likely. In any case, Duchess Isla may have handed her subordinates one or both of these two archers. "Hahaha…what a beautiful lass! Do you think anyone cares if that garbage dies?" A scornful chuckle came from the attackers. After all, every aristocrat was aware that Duke Agnis ha

I explained. Archer smiled slightly. He touched both my shoulders. His face lowered to my level. "We are the rogues. We have no pack, and they call us the villains." As soon as those words entered my ears, I felt the temperature of the air around us drop drastically, and Archer stepped back slightly. He chuckled awkwardly and scratched his neck. "Sorry if it's frightened you." The awkwardness slowly disappeared as if it had never existed between us. "No," I smiled. I didn't want him to see my suspicion.

Am I finally going to fulfill my dream of being an archer? {THANKS FOR READING!!}

“Or what, you assumed they were all like Kurnich?” Peggy watched as Archer opened and closed his mouth. “You were… Friends with some of them?” Archer asked, his nose scrunching up. “With those cowards?” “Archer!” Eli snapped. “No, no, let him talk,” Ariadne said. “Let him dig his own grave.” “It’s not digging my own grave,” Archer scoffed. “They were the ones who took the easy way out!” “Taking the obvious cure to becoming a rogue isn’t cowardice,” Ariadne replied.

We sat by a small fire, chewing jerky, sketching a plan. We traveled incognito. Away from the royal pack, almost no one had seen the Almighty General in person, so we hid behind false names. I’d be just Vale, and he’d be Archibald. A pair of traders sniffing out deals between packs. “You’ve got grease on your lips,” Archer said quietly. I flicked the tip of my tongue and traced my mouth. “Now?” I asked, looking over at him. But he was already leaning in, predatory gaze, that dominant aura wrapping around me.

But the more he went into the forest, the more he became disoriented and lost his way. It was pouring, and he hated it. He hated rain. When it came to a stop, he overheard a few boys conversing to one another a short distance away without noticing that he was there. They were holding bows in their hands. That time, Raymond realized that he entered the Shadow Moon pack because that pack's primary weapon was a bow and arrow. That Alpha's son had excellent skills in archery. Because of this, many people referred to him as the "king of archery."

I said more to myself than to Ru. I didn’t want to dwell on negativity, but the image of the dark figure plunging that dagger into Archer’s chest was engrained in my mind and I couldn’t help it. “You’re right, he’s probably fine,” Ru chorused. He had to be fine, there was no other choice because he had Theo, Tristian, Julie, Gilly, and all the royal guards with him. More than that, he had his own strength. There was no wolf as strong as he. Archer was the strongest of the strong, the King of our kind for a reason.

His confidence oozed out of him, he had the ability to changes someone’s mind with one word or look. “Archer?” The nickname Archer had come from his sharp rifle skills. All through his military career, he had been the number one marksman in his unit. When he transferred to the ETT he maintained his target precision and the nickname that came with it. “Nothing. Just thinking.” He replied to Johnson. Archer ran his hand through his hair, resting his elbows on his camouflaged covered knees. He interlocked his fingers, his chin resting on the crook of his knuckles. Johnson observed his comrade, Archer’s legs fidgeted disconcertingly which he only did when he was racking his brain for a solution

His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world. Arrow, also known as Aaron Nelson, nudged me with his shoulder as he sat next to me. He didn’t need to say anything. I knew I would see him later and he would fuck the anger out of me. At work we were strictly coworkers, but outside of work, he was my personal porn star. Who could say no to blonde hair and dark eyes. He looked like Justin Hartley as Oliver queen which just made his nickname even more ironic. He was the most skilled archer in the world. Guns were nothing to him. He was more lethal with an arrow. He truly was a real life superhero with not only his skill on the team, but also in the bedroom.