Magic Archer Novels & Stories

I mean, I may not look like it but I'm pretty close with all our maids and soldiers, you could say that I'm friendly, an extrovert. I grip my bow again, aiming it and firing one shot after another, slashing enemies that come close with the blade at both ends of my bow. Casting spells to protect my allies if it's too risky to aim with my arrows. I kept going at it as if unbothered by the line of bodies around me that I'd killed as if I was the one who was crazed and bloodthirsty.

“Air power. Check!” Up on a ridge, Archer watched the chaos unfold. “They’ve got this,” he muttered to himself, not wanting to miss the fun. He raised his hand, and a glowing bow of pure energy appeared in his grasp, a shimmering arrow already notched. “Time to join the party.” He released the arrow, and it shot through the air, piercing an ogre’s chest with an explosion of light. The beast roared in pain and crumpled to the ground. “Bullseye!”

Jim gave a chuckle as he pick up the arrow that was laying in the table. "I battled against her myself!" He then glanced at the hooded man. '"Her speed is like almost similar to us elves, and her magic are advance enough for her to become a master" Jim stated as he examined the arrows sharp head, darted it to a round board, and perfectly hitting the center. "And that's what you call a lowly, amateur, apprentice?" Jim questioned, venom in his voice. The man didn't reply immediately, his lost for words. He doesn't know what to respond, its Jim who saw her power and he hasn't. In fury, he clenched his fists tight and gave a growl.

Sylvar was fighting with two Orcs nearby. The Arch-Mage put his hands in the air, and a fireball appeared between his palms. He threw it at the enemy, but a wall of darkness appeared in front of the Seeker, protecting him from the fireball. The Arch-Mage sent another fireball, bigger than the first one, into the wall of darkness. For a few seconds, Darkness fought against Fire before the magic wall disappeared. Another fireball left the Arch-Mage’s hands while Rhobart attacked the Seeker with brute force, severing his head from his torso.

She extended her hand and best smile. The newcomer stared at her hand and grunted, "Cyrus Tagma, Magical mercenary for hire. I understand you need someone to take an expedition in the mountains?" he began to strap on his vest. Warren noted he didn't carry any material weapons. He opened a velvet-lined box and produced Shaper gauntlets. "I sense one of my kind on him. He shares the heritage," Archon's voice startled almost knocked Warren from his seat. "You can talk now?" Warren exclaimed

Baron Stewart's men wanted to take advantage of the archers' strength, and 30 archers had already started shooting. The dozen archers on Baron Lorient's side also drew their bows and arrows and began to shoot at each other, although that was not the point. Baron Lorient had dismounted at this point, enchanted himself with the protective spells 'Mage Armour' and 'Protective Arrows', and then stood behind the soldiers, protected by the shield-bearing guards, and began to cast his spell. A single third-level Fireball spell can kill forty or fifty of the enemy, and then the extra knight can lead the soldiers in a charge while the enemy is in chaos, and the battle is over.

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

“I promise, I’m on my way.” A weak vibration wobbled through the string, taking his hope with it. “Archer!” He opened his eyes, not sure if he’d just heard a response… Instead, he found Eli in the entranceway to the tent. “Come on,” they said, grabbing his arm. “I’m about to do healing magic and you’re still sick!” “Just leave me to die…” Archer grumbled. “Nope!” Eli said, dragging him out of the tent. Eli, for being a cleric, was surprisingly strong. Archer was pulled over the dirt and grass before he was plopped next to Mikael.

Some buildings crumbled while some still stood. “Is everyone okay?” One of the archers asked. “I’m fine. My mana is still good too.” A mage answered. “Right, we’ll use [Precision Snipe] and take out the guns. Jean, can you buff our arrows for us?” “I will.” “Alright, come on, while it’s still in cooldown from firing that.” The archers readied their bows with the arrow drawn back. The mage named Jean pointed her wand forward and casted her spells.

They moved with impossible speed. The first was tall and broad-shouldered, with short dark hair and the calm focus of someone who had seen combat. He drove a makeshift spear straight through the creature’s chest. The second was leaner, with messy blond hair and a cocky grin even in the middle of hell. He tossed a glowing knife that embedded itself in another monster’s skull. They reached me in seconds. The dark-haired one pulled me to my feet. “You’re the Architect,” he said, voice steady despite the chaos. “I felt the bond form. Name’s Marcus.”