One Archer Novels & Stories

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.

I enter this room with Arthur, his eyes telling me it is gonna be fine but I really hate the needles. “I’m sorry, but I really afraid to do everything with needles in it, can you please accompanying me while the doctor takes my blood?” I asked Arthur and hoping he wouldn’t reject it. “Sure, you can hold my hand if it’s too hard for you to face alone. I don’t mind” he replied without any doubt. “But please, consider Vincent’s feeling, he seems to want to help but you implicitly always reject it” he whispers. I was surprised for a moment before saying that I will not explicitly show it again.

The journey is long enough, and it gives Aranjo time to think about the Emperor, the Archer God. "Are you witnessing all this? Do you enjoy it and want to fuck me? One thing is for sure, we will do it when I return to the celestial realm and I will make you prostrate asking to be satisfied!" mumbled Aranjo, addressed to the Emperor of the celestial realm. The Archer God who was always watching Aranjo through the portal mirror, felt something tickling. The taste that had been so long gone had never even approached him, even God Archer was sure that the taste was already destroyed.

"A covert team will be assembled to move toward the borders of the Outlands. They will learn how these hunters cross our territory unseen and uncover the passage they use to flee undetected." A murmur of approval rippled through the chamber, but Orion's gaze did not shift from the man leaning casually against the far wall, arms folded, eyes alight with arrogant ease. "Iver." His voice cut through the murmurs, and silence fell again. "You caught one alive. Tell me, Iver, are you certain it was a Hunter at all? Or did you drag in some frightened rat and call it victory?"

There's nothing but the ghost of his touch and the warmth of his breath. Werewolf. Luca Archer is a werewolf. And he almost bit me. And the most disturbing part of all? For one wild, insane moment before fear took over—I almost wanted him to.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I say with a little laugh running my finger along his chin as he pulled me even closer to him, desire in his eyes. “I am only those things around you, my opinions and views on many things and the way I run my pack are still the same as they were a year ago. Having you has given me a new perspective on life but also more fight to keep any such trespassers out, I feel any such person who enters my borders without permission is nothing, but a rouge and we all know how I feel about those vermin.” Archer growled out with such anger in his expression, but now he has brought up the topic of a rouge, I’m reminded of what happened earlier.

As I’m shifting everything in the bag – if I turn the shampoo sideways, I’m sure I can fit another pair of socks in here – Archer knocks on my open door. Standing in the doorway, he’s changed into an all-black ensemble like we’re going on some kind of special ops mission. He looks good though, just like he does in everything. That black long-sleeved t-shirt is stretched over the muscly expanse of his chest, showing every dip and line. I shake my head a little and scold myself. We can’t be distracted by Archer’s hotness right now! We have to protect my mom! I force myself back to my work of fitting way too much into a bag that’s much too small.

~Ahem "Hello Everyone! My name is Creed Gryffon. You can call me Creed. I'm from Batch - 43, Cadet, Interplanetary Glitch Armed Services. I have around 8 months of experience in Archery and around 2 years of combat experience with melee weapons. I started out as an assassin but happened to find my passion inclining towards archery. I'm self taught so i might not understand each and every terminology related to archery. Most of the time, I pick things up from imitation, observation, and image training."

Archer hit the floor. And Melina screamed.