Sons Of Archery Season 2 Novels & Stories

My arms still ached from earlier, but fresh anger surged through me and sharpened every movement. I nocked an arrow, planted my feet wide, and drew. The string bit into my fingers. I released. The arrow slammed into the second ring with a solid thunk. I grabbed another before the first had stopped vibrating. Draw. Release. This one struck closer to the center. My breath came faster. Each shot carried the sting of my mother’s voice, the disbelief on my father’s face, and the way Lyra had twisted everything.

I argued, my voice rising with emotion. Archer's resolve remained unyielding, his gaze unwavering. "It's not that simple, Georgie. This life, it's a part of who we are, whether we like it or not," he countered, his tone firm. "I can't accept that, Archer. I won't stand by and watch our children get dragged into this dangerous world," I declared, my voice laced with determination. Anger flared in Archer's eyes as he rose to his feet, his frustration evident. "I need an heir, you know that right?" he shot back, his voice tinged with anger.

KERRIENNE I stepped forward and drew an arrow. My father’s archery lessons, playing in my head. Nock, aim, breathe and release. A shadow fell but two more took his place, as I took aim again, I silently instructed the archers behind me to do the same. As one, we took aim again and released at the closest moving shadows. All hell broke loose then as they were too close to allow for the use of arrows any longer. I drew my sword and jumped into the melee, even Scota shot from my shoulders and started breathing fire and taking bites out of the enemy.

Brady asked raising his brows with a smirk on his face. "Okay let's change the topic. How did the adoption go?" Cane asked looking at Archer who was silent the entire time. He seemed lost in some thoughts. "It went well, she's going to be joining school from tomorrow," Archer sipped on his drink. "How's she doing? Is she well behaved?" asked Sebastian with interest. They were all nearly in their late twenties but none of them was settled in their life. Among them Archer was the first one to have a child that made them all interested in his new daughter.

There is a knock on the door then Archer pop’s his head around it. “How are you boys doing?” He asks with his usual frown on his face, Atlas is first to answer. “No Dad this is fucked up, I cant believe this has all been going on” Atlas says sounding completely exasperated, dragging his hand down his face. Archer goes over and sits beside his son, placing a hand on Atlas’s shoulder. “Son, I know it’s a lot to take in”

"This is his arena; we built it for him to have play sessions with the submissives. You'll hear everything here; there are microphones everywhere down there. These are the best seats, but if you miss a detail, feel free to point it out, I'll provide a live video recording we can watch." I'm about to ask Octavius a few more questions, but Kieran's voice booms through the speakers and forces me to look down. "You have exactly one minute; I'm generous with the headstart this time, Elza," I try to notice him from where I'm sitting, but the balcony ruins the view, so I jump to my feet and approach the railing. My palms collide with the metal as I frantically search for where Kieran and the new va

Archer smiles standing back which only alerted one of the people stood behind his father, a look of worry on her face as she stepped forward. “What have you done with my son?” She asked stepping forward to stand beside Archer’s father, who still looked rather perplexed over Archer’s comments. “Well, you must have heard about my reputation that this grotesque man created, what do you believe I done?” Archer asked with a smirk now being the individual to pull the strings in this conversation, such rage and worry fills the woman’s face as she steps forward ready to swing for Archer, but I was quick to move ahead and stand in front with my own wolf surfacing.

Archer had moved into Rafe's arms, looking comfortable and calm as he rested his head on his father's sturdy shoulder. “Archer is also my son. I carried him for almost a month in case you forgot.” "Yeah, and I forced you to make him every day in case you forgot." Lexie gaped in disbelief at the answer that Rafe had just thrown in front of her. Rafe just said something rude in front of his son. Lexie really wanted to slap Rafe's damn mouth for saying something so presumptuous in front of their son, but Rafe was almost halfway up the stairs and left her alone at the bottom of the stairs. There was nothing she could do but head to the kitchen to make a quick night milk. She would definitely con

“Six! That’s a new record,” one of them said. “He’s the best of the best, what d’you expect?” another praised. It was easy to see that the group of three men and two women were on a corporate gathering, and the one who was being bombarded praises looked like he had everyone under his thumb as he beamed and began his story - probably not for the first time - of how archery was a skill that had been in his family for generations, his grandfather being one of the best in the country and was once best in the world so “he supposed” he inherited the skill in some way, never needing to put that much effort yet still be good at it, at one point saying that he may even be better than a professional h

Such training involves practicing and polishing of his archery skill — having a prior knowledge of it he gained from his father. Drawing a long wooden arrow from his back, he calmly stretched his left arm and extended the other holding the grip of the curve, perfectly positioning himself in an archery stance. At the sight of his target — a wild plum hanging tightly on a mature tree, all there is left is to release his hold. Just a split second after doing so, his life flashed before his eyes as a long mouth, similar to that of a dear appeared to devour his target out of nowhere. And before he knew it, the high and loud sound of agonizing animal almost destroyed his ears.