Novel & Cerita Pokemon Archie

Arc didn't understand what was going on so he just looked towards the screen, watching as hearts and what Penelope called emojis glided on it. "You're asking who the mysterious dude beside me is? Well, if you all remember the night of my poor overreaction to a certain runaway waiter. Yes, this is him and I'm proud to announce that he and I are friends. His name is Archer Blackwood and he happens to be a humble indigene of this beautiful town. Ooh, where are we presently?" He tapped his chin as if giving the question a thought. "Where are we right now Archie?" "Don't call me that."

Composing a message to Archie, I typed, "I refuse to drink the potion any longer. I've declined it from Mireya. Spare her from any punishment." After sending my message to Archie, his swift response took me by surprise, considering that in the past, getting a response from Archie was a rare occurrence. His messages often felt like monosyllabic commands, "Yes", "No", leaving me wondering whether I was interacting with a machine rather than a person. Yet, here he was, engaging in a back-and-forth exchange in time. What had brought about this change recently? I couldn't help but wonder.

Jericho piped, swiveling in his black leather chair to cut his elder brothers an unimpressed glare. This was the first time I had even laid eyes on this man so my gaze lingered a little too long as I drank him in. His chocolate hair was tied in a top knot, face clean-shaven with pretty boy features that resembled Ace and Gunnar. He wasn't just a genius but good-looking with a broad chest that led to a lean waist. "I see you've filled out nicely," Ace muttered in greeting, "how often do you hit the gym?" Jericho pinched his eyes shut and rubbed them with his thumb and forefinger, "This isn't about me," he then blinked and focused his attention on me, "it's good to finally meet you."

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.

The others were all clutching their stomachs and chests as they lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Archer was startled at first, and then he took two steps back and looked closely at Sebastian. He thought that Sebastian had to be an expert. However, unlike Colton, Archer had been trained in martial arts since he was a child. He was known as something of a prodigy. That was why he was already in the Eldoria realm despite his young age. Even if all his men tried to attack Archer together, they might not even be able to hurt him. So while Archer was surprised, he wasn't afraid.

Not at all like the playful man-child I’d grown to love. Amber and Archie were working as a duo to eliminate any rogues attempting to surpass the borders as they snuck around the first line of defence. I’d always known Archie would be an excellent fighter, given the position of his parents, but I couldn’t say I wasn’t surprised by Ambers precision. She was light on her feet, swiftly dodging sloppy attacks by the desperate wolves, before throwing powerful punches and providing Archie with the perfect opportunity to put them down. They worked well, as a team.

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And then–slam–a blur moved faster in front of her. Archie. He landed between them, deflecting the spears of magic with the blade of his sword. One deflected back at Lillian, blasting her away while the other grazed his shoulder. Laurie gasped. “Archie!” He looked up at her, teeth gritted through pain–and smirked. “Worth it,” he said. “Had to protect that gorgeous face of yours.” Laurie stared at him, dumbfounded. “You’re an absolute idiot.”

*** The sun was rising in the East City. Archie announced his retreat after obtaining half of the elixir from Tyr. He needed to devote all of his energy into refining the elixir. Although this elixir was tiny, it was a difficult task to fully refine it and unleash all of its functions. It took Archie a month to fully absorb the potency of this elixir. A white light shot up into the sky from the East Tower’s training hall at this precise moment. Archie walked out of the training hall after the white light had faded. He was no longer an old man. He was now a middle-aged man in his forties. He had medium-length black hair, stern brows, sharp eyes, and a strong body.

“I swear, tell me we lost them,” I gasped, hands on my knees. My lungs burned, my feet screamed for mercy. Mental note: if I’m gonna keep getting into these chase situations, I should at least start training. I lifted my gaze. Archie leaned casually against the wall, his soaked shirt clinging to his torso, his hair dripping. Not a single gasp, not a hint of exhaustion. “Relax,” he said with an easy smile. “Good workout.