Novel & Cerita Magic Archer

"Alpha! The eastern runes, they're flaring. Lightning across every stone. The mountain... it's responding to the boy." Cerberus stiffened. "It's begun." I looked down. Archer's eyes fluttered open. Pale. Not blue, not gray, not gold. Something older. A color you only saw in dreams. His tiny fingers curled against my chest, and I felt it, a thrum, steady and spreading. Magic blooming from him like dawn breaking through the bones of the world. "They'll all come," I whispered. "To claim him. To use him. To destroy him. Kings. Ghosts. Gods. And everything in between."

She's probably around 5 feet 7 inches, with long straight light brown hair that she slightly curls with light hazel eyes. Last but not least is Archer MacLean, who is sexy as a damn Greek God. He's 6 feet 4 inches tall, broad muscles in all the right places. He has semi-curly hair that is messy, two day's growth of facial hair always. His eyes where or how do I even describe his drop dead gorgeous eyes. They are the sexiest blue-gray eyes I've ever seen in my life. (These 3 characters will appear in another story). I have a hard time talking to Archer because I'm find him so attractive and I'm terrified that I'll make myself a fool by saying something wrong. I have no problem making small ta

Troy explained there was recently some trouble and Professor Pops was reassembling the magical creatures, but he didn't give more detail. We weren't there for the purpose of studying the creatures anyway. Troy walked toward the back and unlocked the door to what appeared to be a weapon's room. "Pick your poison," he said, flipping on the light. It buzzed and flickered the way old lights did. I picked up the weapon closest to me. It was a brushed onyx bow. A quiver of arrows sat next to it, though the feathers on the ends weren't feathers at all but made of thin strips of metal. I gently brushed the tips of my fingers along the stiff fibers. While still in Sharra, the bow had been a weapon I

He desperately channeled his Might to intercept the attack. Zephyr successfully blocked the attack, but his arm reeled back from the pain, going numb as the arrow broke itself, sending a loud crack that echoed around. However, Zephyr was still pushed back by thirty feet. “This archer’s skill… is…” Zephyr gasped loudly. “If this was any other guy, they wouldn't be so lucky!' He pondered, ‘Had he hid himself well enough, even an Agile of level one could be easily killed!’

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

But at this moment, I’m still in denial just the thought of being fated with a nightwalker. I merely let out a sigh and carried on reading; this time, it was about the archmages. It is stated that archmages can cast spells with or without their wands. They are identical to humans, with the exception that they are immortal and possess abilities. Archmages, like vampires and werewolves, have an enemy: the ‘dark magicians’. The individuals who use dark magic, which is extremely harmful for both the caster and everyone. Something that nature is opposed to.

Amaris “Ugh,” I groan as I land on the dark gray mat covering the floor of the gym within the training grounds. “Come on, Princess,” Zach goads, knowing that I absolutely hate that nickname. “If you can’t stay on your feet while fighting me, how do you plan to take on our enemies, or any other threat?” “Fuck you!” I snarl as I flip, landing back on my feet and immediately charging him, launching into a roundhouse kick, barely holding back a laugh as he drops to the floor with a groan of his own.

Most often he favored the humans and helped where he could so that they could have a healthy harvest before winter. The air Archdragon,Winstrain; was a beautiful white dragon, was a lot like his element, he was in a literal sense “which ever way the wind blows” he did not despise nor favor the humans, he controlled how harshly the wind blew. On a hot summers day you could expect a cool gentle breeze blowing through the trees, allowing for the humans to continue their days work a little more comfortably, during the winters he would control the wind and its bitter cold wind, and not make them endure blizzards. Occasionally when the archdragons had a disagreement, the temperament of the wind ch

He locked his gaze on Archfiend Antigonus and roared, "I would rather die than be humiliated! I would rather die than bow to you!" Archfiend Antigonus shook his head in disappointment. "Foolish people will not end up well. Since you have already decided, I'll fulfill your wish." Then, Archfiend Antigonus waved his hand! Instantly, the fiend race warriors aimed their arrows at Master Magaera again. He had no more energy to cast another protective shield at that moment. He was an easy target. In the blink of an eye, thousands of arrows rained down on him and pierced through Master Magaera, turning him into a porcupine.

He laughed a little. His friend looked at him badly. "Should I prescribe you antibiotics so you can amputate your arm? It's like you made me think I have nothing against you. You're a bad friend!" he said, about to hit Ali's arm. I blocked the hands there. "Hep hep hep! Don't hurt my love." I laughed and made a peace sign. Migs took a deep breath then adjusted his clothes. "Okay okay. I'm calm. Doctor Migs—"