Shirou Emiya Archer Novels & Stories

It growled, bowing before it ran off. A shining white wolf stood where Ruby had been standing earlier. Its eyes, a mixture of blue and green, stared at me. I nodded my head at it before it scurried off into the woods. I turned back at Emelia, “I need arrows, is there a way you can get them?” I asked. “Blackwood warriors are not just fighters, but good archers. I'll be back.” She smiled, changing to her wolf self. A black wolf, its blue eyes shining brightly. A howl escaped its lips as it ran towards the opposite direction.

His tone left no room for argument. My gaze shifted to the fiery-haired woman. I noticed Emberlyn's brief hesitation, a flicker of doubt crossing her face before she steeled herself with determination. Raising her crossbow, hands steady, she took a deep, hissing breath. Another sharp crack shattered the silence as Emberlyn released the silver arrow, its deadly aim aimed straight for Angelo's head. With a thud, Angelo fell to the ground, his body collapsing onto Nova's, his skin sizzling immediately from the silver arrowhead piercing.

Torin hurriedly followed her. “Ember, can I talk with you for a minute?” He called out as he caught up to her at the bow racks, she was running her hands over a few before picking one out in silence. She turned towards the buckets of arrows picking one of those before walking to the furthest target. “Please?” “What can I do for you, your majesty?” She put venom in the “your majesty” as she strung the bow.

In Emma's eyes, a hint of disdain unintentionally showed. Alpha Jeffn's pupils contracted, and the hint of mockery in Emma's smile caused him discomfort. Suddenly, he grasped Emma's thinking—she was sure he would lose. The maid! Alpha Jeffn smiled wryly, using his thumb to draw the bowstring, index, and middle fingers anchoring it. Exerting a bit of force, the bow curved like a crescent moon. Before anyone had time to applaud in awe, a sharp twang resonated, and the arrow shot forth like a shooting star, creating a silvery gleam. It pierced the tenth target, striking the very center.

I was left there, standing in the middle of the plaza, recalling tidbits of information about the previous timeline. Archer is a hunter who is talented and is quick on his feet whenever someone is in trouble. His power is one of a kind. Though it may seem strong, it has one flaw—he could not take numerous tiny foes all at the same time. This makes Belzeebub the only demon that Archer could not face and he is also the one who killed Archer in the past.

The shadows reached out, tightening around me and choking me. "Archer, let go of me," I whispered. Archer tried to regain control of his power and approached me in a weakened state, caressing my cheeks. He looked disheveled, with a silver dagger pierced through his ribs some hurt before. Smiling, Archer collapsed, and I caught him, bearing his weight. Then, Leo entered the room, looking equally injured.

Those bloodshot eyes are the eyes of the Archer who is losing control of his own body and emotions—his condition is striking him once more. "I can't even hurt Bryon or curse at Dad even when I'm furious, so how come I can do to Kaye the things you're accusing me of? Before you accuse me of being a liar, be sure your source is reliable and conveying the truth." Archer spit on the ground, then sighed loudly while messing up his hair. For a brief moment, I was afraid that our neighbors would open their doors because of his loudness.

If was Emmie here, could Joshua be nearby? Lesley hunter eyes gleamed with intense killing intent. Since it came to this m, she would duel with Emmie to death. She shot at Emmie again, only to have it miss her again. It was expected though. She turned back and stared at Maj. Her training would finally pay off today Emmie let out a sigh of relief m. It was indeed Lesley hunter. She managed to catch a glimpse of Lesley hunter shielding Maja and was speechless. She really hated Maja to her guts! Emmie focused adjusted her aim and once again she pulled the trigger.

No more watery hazel, these eyes gleamed like embers. My heart hammered in my chest, not the timid flutter of the innocent swan, but the fierce thump of a predator. This was me, Rosalina, unleashed. The white swan might have fooled them, made them see me as the fragile victim. But the black swan? She was vengeance in feathers. Archer stood in the doorway, his jaw clenched tighter than usual. Ever since Liora ended up with a fracture, Archer had been in a grim mood.