Novel & Cerita Magic Archer

“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!”

he said I know Michael answered, but I didn’t hear him. I was too busy gawking. Archer was again just as tall as his brothers and broad. He had silvery, slate-coloured hair. It was stunning. He wore it short like his brothers, yet he had the top part of his hair, the longer part tied back out of his eyes.

Able Froster’s platoon shot up from their points of cover, sending bolts of plasma hurtling towards the entrenched Archers. Though their weapons were seemingly primitive, the Eldraeci elves weren’t foolish enough to send bows against the Line Infantry of the Zeraph Republic. The primitive weapons themselves were lined with fire runes that would turn their simple arrows into explosive projectiles, while the aid of a Battle Mage could even guide the arrows towards specific targets. Able Froster knew all of that, in fact he could smell the Battle Mage hiding behind the lines of archers, just waiting for the perfect opportunity. There was an arcane spark that hung in the hair, he could detect it

But Archer wasn’t half Hound as Gray was. He’s half mage. And Archer specialized in holding sway over materialistic things. He could command them. The harder the better. Metals are his to command. “Yes.” Gray admitted. “He enchanted it?” “Yes.” “To bind me?” My voice rose. Hurt entering my voice. There’d been a time when Archer and I were very close. We’d all been playmates from the time we were very small. And it had often been Archer that shielded me from Gray’s teasing, which on occasion, could border on cruel.

He ran as fast as he could until he reached the west wing of the forest and saw the hunters. He roared; anger was visible in every howl he made, which made the hunter stopped from what they were doing to someone. "The alpha king is here!" The other hunter says, shouting. Drake shifted back as he felt his body weaken due to the tingling sound of the silver weapon by the hunters. He darted his eyes at the woman wearing a white night dress. His forehead knitted as he saw Emily bathed with her blood. She had bruises and was weak. 'D-Drake. . .'

Her quiver seemed bottomless, each arrow imbued with the power of ancient enchantments, piercing through the enemy's defenses. Kael, a master of the arcane, wove spells that defied comprehension. His incantations resonated with the primal forces of magic, overwhelming the enemy with a dazzling display of arcane might.

The arrow shot the vampire, and it stopped fighting, stiffened, and dropped to the ground. “Fuck! Andrews!” The archer cursed, looking at his friend dead on the ground. My head whipped towards Amber, who cracked her knuckles and flipped the makeshift stake in her hand before launching herself at the archer. The archer took back his stance and charged arrows at her. But she deftly sidestepped and ducked those arrows. Her steps were precise and calculated–just like how we were trained in camps. Was she trained, too? The archer groaned in anger, finding all his arrows used. He tossed his bow away and closed the distance between him and Amber, using his supernatural speed.

Of course, it’s Archer. “Beginner’s luck,” he says, low and tempting. “I’m surprised you haven’t run off yet.” I readjust my hands on my gun and fly back to face the field. Ping! Ping! I catch two of Beau’s guys right in the sensitive bit of their chests where the armor doesn’t cover. I turn back to face Archer and hear their strangled cries of pain. I reload my gun with one hand and glare at Archer. I can sense he’s slightly surprised.

A face loomed into his field of vision, and he tried to smile. "Min skjønnhet," he rasped, trying to raise a hand to touch her face, but failing. Why was he so weak? A stabbing pain ripped at his back again and he remembered the moment an arrow had pierced him. How long ago was that? "Welcome back to the land of the living, Brother," a deep male voice, almost as familiar to him as his own, intoned. Brodi.

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.