One Archer Novels & Stories

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 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.

Archer nods, “Yes, it is. You are one of mine, and I will look out for you.” Archer turns to look at the man with the reddish-brown hair and says, “Brandon, oversee this so they get anything they need.” Brandon nods in confirmation, and Archer asks, “Do you mind if we still bowl?” The owner’s mate walks forward with a gracious smile: “Anything you want, sir; we appreciate your business.” Archer nods with a smile and turns back to my brothers and me as he says, “Well, that was eventful. My name is Archer, and these are my friends Brandon and Caleb. Would you like to join us in a game of bowling?”

He kept shooting arrows from his quiver at the target, one after the other. Archie was practicing inside his training room. Just like Grisha, his wrath regarding the incident was eating him from inside. Every arrow he shot was followed by a thud sound that echoed in the entire room. Despite being 200 meters away, not even one of those arrows was missing its target, even by an inch. A few minutes later he heard a knock on the door, a frown appeared on his face. He didn’t reply and continued to practice. However, another knock followed immediately. “I am busy,” Archie shouted, “Get lost!”

Archer whispered his voice a blend of promise and tease. "Please," I found myself begging. Archer's wolf eyes flickered with a hunger that he quickly concealed, not wanting to reveal his desire in front of the crowd. With paparazzi and wolf media present, discretion was necessary. After our dance ended, I needed to attend to Gunther, who was hungry and crying, while Archer was obligated to mingle with the royal guests attending the party.

He held it there. Archer was in the doorway of the kitchen. His face was doing the specific thing it did when he was containing something very large very carefully. He looked at Roman. Roman looked back at him. "I am fine," Roman said. "That was a second shot," Archer said. "I know." "From the east side." "I know."

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I turned around and saw a guy smiling, dimples coming into form. "Hi, my name is August Tiangco. A fellow archer." He stated, trying to straighten his posture and reaching his right hand at me. His eyes beamed in gladness.