Shirou Emiya Archer Novels & Stories

She whispered loudly, jumping away from the scorching water. "Hello?" Cara froze, attempting to cover her body with her hands as Archer peered round the corner. "Hi...umm." Cara bit her lip, failing to cover her body successfully. Archer smirked at her as Cara's eyes travelled to the stool behind him. Archer turned to follow her gaze, noticing her towel was out of reach. He took a step towards her as Cara backed herself against the wall. Archer's tattoos, skin and muscles exposed and glistening in the light. Cara's eyes travelled across his body, his muscles taut and rippling, adorning scars and other wonderful black patterns. A magnificent eagle with intricate detailed wings spread wide acr

She wanted to join in but if she were to do that, they might get suspicious of her. She gazed at General Kyan. He was holding a spear while walking around assisting the others. Once in a while, he would spar with some of them. The way he moved convinced Emery that he will be no joke to go against. He was not just experienced in battle but was specially trained since he was young. Unable to keep her nerves in control, Emery stood from her seat. "I'd like to try and shoot an arrow," she stated. "If I were you, I'd rather not touch those, or I'll hurt myself," General Kyan stated with a grin.

" What is that ?? " Archer grabbed and liam peaked from back. Archer fumed out and twirled the paper . Throwing on the floor , he Balled the fist and slammed on the wall , " What the hell ?? Dad ,I don't know whether you're aware or not !!!!you are injured, badly .Even in this condition too you wanted to Know about her ??? " Mr.Ramon tilted his head and grabbed another paper anc wrote the same thing . " Where is Shizuka ???? "

He shakes his head, doing a little evil laugh before jumping completely out from behind the door and proudly, he holds a long feather in his small hands. “What are you doing with that feather?” I laugh, tilting my head to the side, peering at him curiously. Archer smirks at me, like an evil villan before he closes his eyes and nods his head, as if he were jamming to an unknown beat in his head and then, so sudden, his green eyes snap open and he smirks wider and I give him a funny look. What is he— Oh! OH! I pale in realization.

I shot another arrow and killed another person. “Who are you?” The big brute asked. “I am Senju Yukina. How dare you tarnish my family’s name?” I shot another arrow. One of the guys, who was holding the rope that was tied to Sora, was wearing a helmet. He must be the leader. “Kill her.” A group of 3 came towards me but I shot all of them with 3 arrows consecutively. Each one aimed at the head. I pointed the arrow at the leader and fired. It hit his shoulder.

he called out loudly enough for lingering stragglers to hear clearly. Amelia heard the sound of someone shifting and looked up to see another raider with a bow and arrow on top of the cliff. He is drawing a long, weather bow, the wood dark and worn, with visible carvings and a slightly uneven, handmade look. The arrowhead is sharp and metallic, catching a hint of light. He appears rugged and battle-hardened like the other raiders, his clothing similar– made of layered, tattered materials stitched together into a practical but worn outfit. his hair is dark, long and tied back loosely with strands falling around his face. He fires an arrow before Amelia could make a sound and the arrow struck

the specter whispered, its words carrying the weight of unresolved emotions. Archer's breath caught in his throat as memories flooded his mind—the loss, the pain, the mistakes he had made. The specter's presence unearthed a well of emotions, forcing Archer to confront the demons that haunted him. In the midst of the clearing, a spectral mirror materialized—a reflection of Archer's true self, stripped bare of the facade he presented to the world. With a trembling hand, he reached out and touched the mirror, his own reflection mirroring the tumultuous storm of emotions within.

Archer sprung into action jumping his desk and sprints over to me, before I could hit the floor, arms wrap around my body catching me in one hand and the wooden box I was meaning to get in the other. “Catch you.” Archer said with a pointed look finishing the sentence he was previously speaking, a laugh escaping my lips as I watched him stood in an annoyed stance. “We got the box down!” I cheered happily, another look of annoyance filled Archer’s face as the door knocked and in walked Emmett, who was a little confused at our position but does look up at the now much neater shelve. “You sorted the shelve?” He asked looking up amazed as though this was the most incredible thing he had ever laid

“Don’t worry, I will tell him that I did not want to stay in that suffocating room.” Positioning herself across the straw targets, Emery placed nocked the arrow on the bow. She straightened her back and even closed one eye to have a better aim. Taking a deep breath, she was confident that her first try would hit the bullseye, but by the time she released the arrow, Castor’s laugh made her roll her eyes in no time. Well, she hit the ground halfway to the target so it was no wonder that an pro archer would laugh at her failure. Despite that slight embarrassment, she did not give up.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.