One Archer Novels & Stories

I emphasized those words for Ace, "divide in half, one half follows Ace and the other follow me." "I'm going to need nine men with excellent aim," Ace said, rounding the car and opening the trunk. I had left ammunition there if we needed it. He pulled out his sniper rifle, "we need to take those men out all at once so none of them have the time to call for help. They aren't expecting us, let's use that to our advantage."

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.

He pulled another arrow and started pulling on the string. Just then, a loud crack echoed throughout the room. Blood gushed from the archer's waist as an axe lodged itself on his side, piercing through his armor. The axe pulled away, and the archer turned to take a look and saw Ashvell standing by the entrance, holding on his double-bladed axe as if he was chopping down a tree. He took another swing towards the archer, which he blocked with his bow. The bow broke in half, and the archer managed to dodge away. Ashvell took another swing, and another, unfortunately he already lost the element of surprise. His enemy was too quick and agile for his big weapon and wide attacks.

The morning sun filtered through the high, narrow windows of the architecture studio, cutting through the dust motes like golden scalpels. It had been three hours since the janitor had unlocked the archives, and the transition from the intimacy of the dark basement to the cold reality of the studio had been jarring.

There was only a single, quiet photographer standing in the shadows. And then, her eyes drifted upward. Killian stood at the center of the elevated mezzanine arena. He looked devastatingly handsome, his towering frame in a bespoke tuxedo that screamed power. Elara slowly walked toward the steps, ascending the mezzanine until she stood directly in front of him. She took in the sheer scale of the empty, beautifully decorated space before locking her eyes onto his. "This really wasn't necessary, Killian." she said softly, gesturing slightly to the sweeping glass arches around them.

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.

Damn. His lips curved into a grin, slow and knowing. “Damn... you're dangerous, aren't you? Gorgeous, fucking stunning and armed with a vase.” His mismatched eyes accessed me, his lips curled with a grin that could make women melt. A blush crept up my cheeks and my face flushed. Gathering myself, my expression hardened. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" "I'm Archer. And your men wants me to look after you, while they're gone."

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

His confidence oozed out of him, he had the ability to changes someone’s mind with one word or look. “Archer?” The nickname Archer had come from his sharp rifle skills. All through his military career, he had been the number one marksman in his unit. When he transferred to the ETT he maintained his target precision and the nickname that came with it. “Nothing. Just thinking.” He replied to Johnson. Archer ran his hand through his hair, resting his elbows on his camouflaged covered knees. He interlocked his fingers, his chin resting on the crook of his knuckles. Johnson observed his comrade, Archer’s legs fidgeted disconcertingly which he only did when he was racking his brain for a solution

I was left there, standing in the middle of the plaza, recalling tidbits of information about the previous timeline. Archer is a hunter who is talented and is quick on his feet whenever someone is in trouble. His power is one of a kind. Though it may seem strong, it has one flaw—he could not take numerous tiny foes all at the same time. This makes Belzeebub the only demon that Archer could not face and he is also the one who killed Archer in the past.