Sons Of Archery Season 2 Novels & Stories

My cousin was about to speak but stopped when the door opened and daddy came in followed by mommy who was sitting in a wheelchair with Von pushing. "Rain, my daughter!" mommy said. Mommy immediately held my hand because we couldn't hug each other. I felt dad kiss my head. "How are you feeling, Rain?" dad asked. "My leg just hurts but I'm fine, dad. What happened?” I asked even though I already had an idea. "Your cousins escaped but the authorities are looking for them. We have a strong hunch that someone is helping them and that is also the one behind the shooting at our house," said dad. His face showed anger as he said that.

He watched as some of them clumsily drew, others had their stance too rigid, and some were too relaxed. He watched as the horn blew twice, and the arrows began to fly. The first row of targets were soon filled with arrows embedding themselves in the hay. Watching carefully, he saw two arrows out of all of them, had hit the dead center. He saw the red and orange ribbons, and quickly located the archer who fired them. Each archer had a color. Their arrows had a ribbon matching their color. It made it much easier to track who fired than watching each individual archer. As his eyes landed on the two, he was not surprised to see it was Jesu's two sons.

That he knew. The both of them took positions and the boys reached behind their backs and removed an arrow. Jake plunged the arrow into the bow and aimed at the post. He looked at Fay. The boy's arrow was kept wrongly, he was aiming enough. Jake looked at his father who was standing in the garden now, their eyes met and the man smiled at him. He smiled back and focused.

They loved one thing about traditional archery—they called the shots. They aimed and fired just as they pleased. Was not this just another way to show they liked being in charge? Stefan let go of the bowstring, and the arrow zipped straight to the target's center. Yosef watched from afar. "Mr. Webb, you haven't visited me in two days..." The woman's voice on the phone sounded so sad. Yosef glanced at the archery contest before looking away. "I've been busy," he said. Stefan picked up a different bow, and so did Zara.

"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.

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

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.