One Archer Novels & Stories

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."

Archers prepareban with arrows Incendiary, all got the Shoot, a exception of one that is Happened, to the second Tried was too much late upon seeing a fret was paralyzed, a creature of more of 2 meters of yellowish color, which does not give him Removing the look, trembled to the degree of lowering the bow, the fret began to wave the bowler and I throw it against the archer, the chains comprimieron his chest to the extent of dying crushed. Thanks to this the trasgos began to enter, Almir reacted and fired the other arrow, with which the retaining wall was finished, the orcs and ogres were left outside the city, alone Had that battling with the 10 fret,was more easy since they were 55 soldier

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.

I turned to attack another person and was shocked by what I saw next. Archer wasn't fighting for the pack but Against the pack. His sword thrust into a member of the pack and his body fell to the floor in a pool of his blood. I was shocked by his actions. Had Archer gone Against me, my head buzzed, no that couldn't be possible, but I wasn't mistaken by what I saw, Archer had already shot an arrow at another person from the pack. " Archer," I shouted out his name in anger. I was burning with fury Inside me as I saw the men being killed by their beta.

He deftly nocked it to his bowstring with ease. Without hesitation, he drew it back. He was an excellent archer too. After all, what less could be expected from a king who had been a warrior since the age of ten and had grown to be the most formidable man in the realm? It only meant he was a master of many skills. As he prepared to release his arrow, a sudden burst of laughter from Xavier cut through the tension, causing a minor tremor in Malik's focus. His fingers twitched as he loosed the arrow, sending it spinning in an erratic spiral that landed just shy of its mark.

They were bruised and wounded but they didn't fall back. Seeing that, Ryker let out a loud cry and charged forward towards the archers. But the archers were also ready for him. They fired their arrows and they zipped through the air. Two struck him—one in the leg and another in the shoulder. He stumbled for a second but his body refused to stop.

“Its better to be here. I can see the whole view.” I got irritated so I sneered. “Really? You’re just following me, admit it!” Archer glanced at me and then raised his one eyebrow. “So what if I do?” “Are you a dog? If yes, care to tell me what breed are you?” I was really annoyed. I was just trying to take away the spotlight because I was scared they might dig into my personal affairs which I really don’t want. Archer is an example of an influential individual. All the girls linked to her have been exploited by the public and that is what I am trying to avoid. Instead of being annoyed or offended, Archer only smirked.