One Archer Novels & Stories

He just gave her reassurance while blinking his eyes. After a few seconds, they stood up. The older-looking guy stepped forward and greeted Charlotte. “Hey! I am Nicholas.” “Charlotte.” She said while looking into his deep grey eyes. The next thing she hears is Azraiel clearing his throat. “You are Azraiel Michaelson, the Alpha of the Blue Orchid pack.” Nicholas speaks with a straight face. Azraiel nods and Charlotte can see how much this guy is bothering him. “We have a lot to talk.” Azraiel says to Nicholas.

Her sharp and cold eyes make people tremble in fear. Engineer Aristotle Siam Lecaroz came from the family of politics. He is astonishingly very handsome, smart, confident and has a remarkable character. He has got the most innocent smile. He has a much toned body with a muscular physique. He is a very popular bachelor among girls globally. What kind of secret does she keep? Which turned her life around when she was a kid. Is it possible for her to sacrifice her secrets for the man she loves?

"Archer?" "Right." he replied without the slightest hesitation, "Sixteen years ago my father, Raphael Archer, is Alpha Pack Basilisk." Some murmurs were shocked quickly filling the silence before. The man didn't look bothered at all, he kept standing quietly while dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him intently. "Alpha Brennan, the meaning of my coming here is to ask for your help." he continued without [2/15, 09:52] Loner 2567: 09:26 4 cut off his gaze from Alex. "With

she whispered. For a brief moment, the decade of rivalry and bitterness faded. They were just two architects standing in the dust, breathing in the smell of old stone and infinite possibilities. But then, Elias’s phone chirped—a sharp, digital intrusion—and the professional mask was back in place instantly. "Draft the preservation proposal for the archway," he said, already turning back to his tablet. "If you can prove to me it’s structurally sound by Friday morning, I’ll find a way to keep it. If not, the wrecking ball comes in on Monday. No exceptions."

Archer’s eyes widened. “Today?” he whispered. No response. “... Now?!” he burst. “... Now,” his father replied. Archer felt his knees go weak. “We can’t let her go, not like this,” Nieve, his wolf, said in his mind. Adrenaline shot through Archer, and he burst out of their room in the pack house. “Ariadne!” Archer called as he sprinted down the twisting hallways of the pack house. Other pack members saw him coming and moved out of the way.

I ended up crashing into the door and collapsing into the door's arms. Um… Wait, the door had arms? Oh. I wasn't lying against the door. I was lying against a row of abs… "Thomas Jenkins, you're dead meat." I heard Pierce's voice. Thomas' shriek rang out after that. "Piercy, what are you doing here? Wait, why are you holding that bastard?" I heard Pierce chuckling softly in return. "You really should find out who exactly the so-called bastard is." His voice was extremely glacial at that point. Suddenly, I found myself wondering if his lips were equally cold, too.

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."

Let me help you, so we can go back to the cottage. Aurora looked at him. “Fine by me.” “Good.” Archer said. “I have a bow and arrow. Can you point me where I can find some larger animals? Deer, perhaps, or a wild hog?” “Are you any good at bow and arrows?” The prince chuckled. “It is what I am named for, after all.” The lady arched an eyebrow. “Theobald?”

Archer's mind linked them to hang around until they were sure that the hunter had nothing weird up his sleeve. Archer stepped down from the cart and continued his elegant walk into the restaurant. Some humans were looking at him strangely. He knew that dressing so traditionally was strange in this area, but he didn’t care. He would wear what he would. Inside the restaurant, he caught a glimpse of grey hair. It was Marcus Bane. He wasn’t too old, but still, he liked the grey to the moon. Archer walked calmly towards him. “Hello,” he said calmly. The man, who for the first time Archer noticed was surrounded by so many guards turned his attention on him, as he kept his phone by the side.

“We need every hand ready. There is no room for hesitation when we march.” He bowed. “Understood.” I turned and walked across the yard, feeling the crunch of gravel beneath my boots. To one side, a group of archers stood in a loose line, each holding a shortbow. Their arms moved with practiced precision, drawing arrows and letting them fly into distant targets planted in the wall beyond. I recognized their Westwind wood arrows, they carried a faint golden glint, designed to blind the eye in bright daylight. “Captain Trell,” I said to the archer commander, young but hungry for victory. He stood ramrod straight, fletching arrows with care. “Your bowmen, how many can shoot true at a hundred pac