One Archer Novels & Stories

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."

I purred while narrowing my eyes at him. He looked nervous. "Of course, Snow… I wouldn't dream of it." He replied. Hmm, he knows my name. That's not uncommon. I'm one of the top Hunters within The Academy. But still, it always surprises me when I'm traveling and they know my name. I shot a quick wink at the kid, whose face turned beet red as I walked towards the doors. I had never visited this specific Academy location here in Pennsylvania, but it was just as gorgeous as the others. Everything was white, with large picture windows and tons of angled architecture.

he demanded. "M-Maya," I whispered, the word barely audible over the sound of my blood rushing in my ears. "Maya," he repeated, testing the weight of it on his tongue. He leaned down, his face inches from mine, and I could smell the spice and woodsmoke on his skin. "I am Archer." Archer. The Alpha of Alphas. My breath caught for the third time, my head light with the realization of exactly whose mercy I was at.

When I glanced at the warrior, he was doing just that. "Jane, Relax. That's Archer. Alright?" She frowned. "Who? And did he just roll his eyes?" Uh oh. She couldn’t possibly believe he heard her, could she? "His name is Archer," I said. "He's with me. Nick asked him to follow me around. There's two of them. His partner is waiting outside." Her mouth hung open as she stared at me. "Oh." Then she turned to stare shamelessly at the warrior. "But why?"

"Okay, then. Let's check out those games. Will there be archery?" "Of course. Can you shoot?" "I'm a legendary Archer if I may say so myself." "Really?" "Yup." "I can't wait to see you shoot, then." "Can you shoot guns too?" "I'm not that good at it." "Okay." "I see the archery spot there", he said pointing to where he saw people shooting. "Let's go", he said taking her hand as they ran there. They reached there and he was panting while Aurora stood looking at him.

He was driving a plane. Samantha was right. His face book’s private so I saw nothing. I can't even click on his profile picture so I just check his I*******m account. @PercivalArcher 69 posts – 300 followers - 97 following Percival Archer Revamonte Student Pilot & Mechanical Engineering I was taken aback by the sheer number of people who followed him. He is followed by artists, models, and other socialites. Maybe he's in that cultural circle because his family is wealthy. I'm not sure why those musicians and models are also following him.

"He just put it in a drawer until he was ready to use it as a weapon. The hacker who hit us in the hills—Uncle Francis—he wasn't working alone. He was using Danielson’s infrastructure. But Danielson isn't an engineer who wants to balance an old ledger. He’s an apex predator. He let Francis break our perimeter so he could see how we’d scatter." The door to the dining room swung open, its heavy iron hinges groaning against the humidity. Elena stood in the frame, her hair dark with rain, a short-barreled Remington 870 shotgun held slung across her chest by a black tactical webbing strap. Her face was gray, her lips compressed into a hard line that looked exactly like her father's promotional po

Archer. Archer used to do this. He was the king of the "protective" gesture. He’d hold the umbrella, shield me from the crowds, and whisper sweet, hollow promises of security. He’d wrapped me in a velvet cage of attention, only to rip the floor out from under me without a second thought. My eyes stung. The memory of Archer’s "softness" felt like a slow-acting poison. Every gentle thing Jovan did felt like a trap I was waiting to walk into.