Romans & histoires Sons Of Archery Season 2

I continued, a mischievous glint in my eye. Their curiosity piqued, the werewolf boys exchanged glances, their interest evident despite their attempts to conceal it. "Archery contest," I declared, my voice ringing out with a confidence I didn't entirely feel. "For my part, I ask of only one thing if win. You boys stop trash talking about my husband once and for all." Their laughter subsided, replaced by intrigued murmurs as they considered my proposition. After all, werewolves were renowned for their hunting prowess, but archery? That was a different ball game entirely.

"I think I stepped into the wrong house. I'm going out to calm down for a while." Gavin was the only one who still didn't get it. He plopped onto the couch and suddenly hissed in pain. "Ah, what's gotten into Dad? He's acting all weird," Gavin asked. Leo held Archer's hand and coughed lightly. "He'll be fine. Your dad is just grappling with the fact." "What fact?" Gavin asked, blinking innocently. Leo chuckled. "The fact that his bloodline ends though he has two sons."

Roonie returned his guns and drew out his sword-belt, placing it on BJ's neck. BJ went still immediately, not moving an inch for the fear of getting cut. "I told you I only wanna talk... aren't you Xavier's son?" He said through bloody teeth. "Who, pray tell are you?" Roonie replied, firmly holding the sword handle. "I'm Arrow, the silicone mask maker your father has been searching for....for two months now" BJ replied, trying not to even breath. "And?" Roonie replied expressionlessly.

He hands me an arrow with a mock bow of respect. “Ladies first.” I set my stance, draw the bow, and breathe in the forest air. The world quiets for a second. My aim locks on the center of the closest target. The arrow hits, it is a little off center, but close enough. Cole claps exaggeratedly. “Not bad. Not great, but not bad.” I shove him lightly with my shoulder. “Your turn, show off.” He steps forward with all the confidence in the world, too much confidence, actually. He nocks his arrow, narrows his eyes dramatically, and lets it fly.

Archer turned away, visibly disheartened. "I don't mind having a Dragon as my Luna," Archer declared defiantly, his frustration evident. "It seems you're always looking for reasons to keep your distance. You didn't hesitate with Leo, but with me, there's always an excuse." His words were tinged with hurt and betrayal by his parents' meddling. "Enough, Mom and Dad. If I'm to be Alpha, I no longer want your input. If you prefer, take away my title and give it to someone else." With that, Archer stormed off to his room, the door slamming shut behind him. The abrupt sound made me cringe. Turning back, I found his parents staring at me, a complex mix of emotions reflected in their gaze. "We shoul

Archer chuckled and said, “You will make a great husband to your wife.” Hunter’s eyes trailed over to his brother and he said, “Who the hell wants to get married, I have no time for all of that shit.” “No swearing around Astéri,” Archer grumbled. “Then don’t speak nonsense you wolf!” Hunter hissed and laughed out loud. * Lewis returned home finding Astéri lying on Hunter’s back on the floor covered with a blanket and Archer on the couch asleep too and slowly falling off. He shook his head and picked his son up then sat with him on the free couch and looked down at him. Astéri had a round blue mark around his nose and groaned, “Did you run into glass again? You won’t be able to use your nose

“You didn’t call to share platitudes. Get on with what you want.” “Archer. It’s good to hear your voice, even if you are my most intolerable son.” Archer doesn’t even flinch at the dig. He stands tall as ever, frown etched on his face. His hand on my arm does squeeze for a moment however, though it doesn’t last. “You heard Archer,” Neil says. He gives Archer a supportive look. How curious that these brothers who were at each other’s throats not ten minutes ago are now supporting each other so intensely.

inquired Archer "Yes, seeing her getting married and just having a child is only her parent's wishes as well." "If it's so, I'll do it just to have sons that can spread my name and follow my footsteps, but I will not love her," said Archer. Mr. Jonathan went to hug him. "We'll be leaving tonight to Greenfields,” his father said happily. He nodded. "You're making me even more proud son." Again, he nodded and left the office. Archer had made a promise to Blair that tonight he would come to see her but sadly he must leave with his father today to see his childbearing wife.

Darren said, his voice filled with pride, "archery is not just about hitting the target. It's about precision, patience, and understanding the power within you." Ethan nodded, his little face determined. He carefully positioned himself, imitating his father's movements. Darren encouraged him, praising his efforts as he aimed at a target set up a few feet away. With a small release, the arrow flew through the air, landing not far from the target.

They turned to face their sons. George’s smile widened when his gaze fell on Rollins. “Rollins, my boy,” he chuckled heartily, stepping forward and engulfing his son in a warm embrace. Rollins stiffened like he had been hit with a dart. His eyes went round with dread. Archie, on the other hand, exchanged an entirely different greeting with his father. Cold glares snapped between them like sparks of frostbite. Their last encounter at the Frostfang Pack had ended poorly. Archie still needed to stop his old man from sending one of his good friends on a suicide mission.