Magic Archer Novels & Stories

he enquired, Lora said, "No, only my brother is." “And what are you looking to sign up for, young man?” We have the best training services available. We provide special training for mages if you're interested in learning more about your gift if you have one. As instructors, we have master elemental mages at your disposal. We still have masters in martial arts and fighting, such as the three of us here,” he said. “I want to be a swordsman,” Jrue said as he took a step forward. “Wonderful selection. Boltra Souza, my brother, is the master of class charger, which includes swordsmanship. He'll be a great teacher,”

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.

He was curious about the other two paths the system had yet to explain. [The third option is the Ancient Archer Path. The conditions to obtain rewards and the rewards themselves will focus on both body and mind. Based on the user's current progress, the chances to become a Rank 1 Novice Archer before sixteen years old while following the first Main Chain Quest are fifty percent. By choosing the Ancient Archery Path Main Chain Quest, the user would obtain the following reward: Far Vision Special Innate Talent. Attention: The Ancient Archery Path has no relation to the modern archery in the user's world, it is a complete path of its own.] Golden was without words. It had been a long time since

Caleb called as he slashed at the closest dark blue spearman. The archers of the New Emperor's Army tried to return the volleys of Aurora's Imperial troops. their shots were unfocused, even hitting some of their own men in the process. Watching this, a lithe young Guardian with her hair twisted up many small tight buns stood on the shoulders of one of her bulky friends as a leather thong hung loosely from her hand. She allowed a smooth stone to fall gently into the pouch in the middle of the slingshot before swinging it swiftly around in a circle and releasing the stone toward one of the offending archers. The enemy was hit in the forehead, unconscious before his body hit the ground. Seeing

Michael threw his hands up, in surrender. "I quit," he yelled as Artemis was readying herself to throw another punch. She smirked. "What happened? Lost to the girl. But I remember you saying, 'girls are fragile, they couldn't handle one blow', huh??" Artemis mocked his previous words. "I...I didn't know you were that strong" Michael panted. His breathing was uneven. He was taking large inhales of air. Being Commander of Olympus, being defeated by women, was full of embarrassment for him. But the person with whom he was fighting, is not a mere woman, she is Royal Archer, her special powers included perfect aim with the bow and arrow, the ability to sense danger.

My eyes went to the dagger that was now embedded into the ground. “Are your scales that soft?” I asked Archer, as my gaze stayed on the dagger. “That is a ceremonial dagger, so it is embedded with magic that allows it to cut smoothly against anything.” Archer spoke as he slowly began to return to his human form. I barely even noticed the purple smoke that engulfed us. It was like I was in some sort of trance or something, as my brain tried to process everything. Shaking my head, I snapped out of it because at least now that part was over.

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.