Magic Archer Novels & Stories

“We need every hand ready. There is no room for hesitation when we march.” He bowed. “Understood.” I turned and walked across the yard, feeling the crunch of gravel beneath my boots. To one side, a group of archers stood in a loose line, each holding a shortbow. Their arms moved with practiced precision, drawing arrows and letting them fly into distant targets planted in the wall beyond. I recognized their Westwind wood arrows, they carried a faint golden glint, designed to blind the eye in bright daylight. “Captain Trell,” I said to the archer commander, young but hungry for victory. He stood ramrod straight, fletching arrows with care. “Your bowmen, how many can shoot true at a hundred pac

Regardless of that, I was satisfied because I had achieved my goal. The archer could still fight, but he was incapacitated from the pain at the moment. No matter how through the church thought its new recruits they could never be prepared from the level of pain you get from a sword wound. I didn't see the archer as a threat and so I was able to turn my back to him. I turned just in time too. Metal clanger as I blocked a downward strike from one of the invocates. He had recovered faster that most and he had immediately seen my situation.

"On the left flank! Dark mages!" "Hold the line!" Dean Wason yelled, drawing his own sword, his body involuntarily moving to protect Sama Arthur. "Form ranks! Guard the center!" Arrows, tipped with searing, acidic energy, rained down from above, targeting the guardians and archers. Theo and his team fired back in an instant, their arrows blinking into the canopies amid the screams of unseen assailants. "The Architects' power is stronger than we thought!" Alex Henry's voice cut through the mayhem, strained as he called upon a strong defense ward, a shimmering dome of golden light enveloping their immediate vicinity. "They knew our route!"

Despite the initial success, it seemed luck had swiftly turned its back on me once more. The system's animations certainly showcased a level of effort, or perhaps one might call it trickery. After five more draws yielded nothing, a familiar dazzling light emanated from the letter once again, its intensity mirroring the previous occasion. If I had to wager a guess, this was likely another class change card. [You have acquired Arcane Archer class change card] [Arcane archers, renowned as ranged warriors, excel in vanquishing adversaries with enchanted arrows. Despite not being casters themselves, they possess a profound understanding of the Arcane arts, enabling them to harness the magical abi

As soon as Tyr‘s voice faded, Archie, who had been dashing forward with ease, came to an abrupt halt. A clay general riding a tall horse blocked his path. There was a large number of soldiers following behind him. The general wielded a tomahawk and struck it down from the sky. Unexpectedly, the weapon erupted with a cold and ancient glow that slashed at Archie. Archie swung the weapon away with a wave. At least a thousand soldiers on the chariot behind the general charged toward Archie at the next second.

I urged Coryfe on. “I can’t ride with your arrows in my face,” he complained, and pulled the quiver and bow from me, slinging them over his own back, and settled himself closer on the saddle. He was warm against my back, and his thighs against mine were long boned and strong. The last time I had been this close to a man had been when my father had taught me to ride a horse as a child, and this man was not my father. I felt the flush heating my chest and cheeks. “How is it that a mage could not free himself from a net?” I asked to distract myself from his body against mine.

Its brilliance outshined even the burning building. “Shoot him down, now,” The taskmasters commanded her soldiers and repeated, “Shoot that thing down!” The archers were ready as if they had been waiting for this moment. Nocking their arrows, they took aim and let their arrows fly. *** Bola grumbled and shook his head. He made to stand, but a sharp pain pinged his left rib cage, making him bend away from it. ‘You are a mage. Do try to learn the art of meddling the wind and directing which side of your body you will land with.’ The voice of his master seemed to say in his mind.

My mate, my love, wiped from existence in the blink of an eye. I have no interest in survival if he’s not waiting for me on the other end, but I’m taking the bastard who loosed that arrow with me if I die. The pain is incredible. I can barely feel my legs as I take off at a dead run in the direction the weapon was fired from. I will find the archer and bathe myself in their blood and I won’t stop hunting these detestable mages until one of them manages to take me down as well. I don’t see anything approaching before I’m taken down by something larger and heavier than me.

Next I was shown the bow I am holding now. "This is the Archery of Moonlight." Admin said and showed the three arrows in the picture. "These arrows are the arrows you will use in any battle, not just this arrow because they are alive. It means your mind will dictate what the other arrow will do in time. that they are already on the air. " Said the Admiral. "As I said before, it's hard to tame the arrows that are in, Moon. So you have to practice using the arrows every day so that they will recognize you as the new boss." Said the Admiral.

I fought back on instinct, kicking, twisting, but another shape lunged… It never reached me. The night suddenly turned into something that I could have never imagined. Marcel moved like something unleashed. I saw flashes through the pain, bodies crashing into trees, bones breaking, snarls cut off abruptly. He didn’t fight like a man protecting territory. He fought like a weapon fulfilling its purpose, every strike final, every movement devastating. For me. By the time the last body hit the ground, the forest had gone deathly quiet. I tried to push myself up, wanting to run. My strength failed me, not allowing me to take one step forward.