Sons Of Archery Season 2 Novels & Stories

he wished their father was here to show him he could do better than Cavil and he deserves that bow and arrow that Cavil does. The two boys took their places, drawing their bows with a shared mixture of nerves and determination. The first targets were placed fifty yards away, the bright red bullseyes clearly visible against the hay backing. “First shot,” the teacher announced. “Fire!” Both boys released their arrows at nearly the same time. The crowd collectively held its breath as the arrows whizzed through the air, both landing squarely in the center of their respective targets. Bullseyes. A wave of murmurs rippled through the audience. Ava beamed with pride, clapping for her son. “Well don

Aria fearfully shifted towards Jake, hoping that his warmth would help keep her warm as the icy voice of her father rumbled in the corridor of the hospital. They had successfully come back to their pack from the city of the devil. Zavier was proud of Aria for helping out the brat boys save their fathers. He missed the live show but from what the alpha was describing, Aria had done a good job. She was termed a better archer than the ones in their army. His daughter shot seven arrows. Out of which four sucked the life out of four rogues at whom they were targeted whereas the other shots limped and desisted the rogues who wanted to cast fatal attacks either on the boys or on their fathers.

Archer nods with a smile and turns back to my brothers and me as he says, “Well, that was eventful. My name is Archer, and these are my friends Brandon and Caleb. Would you like to join us in a game of bowling?” Both boys look to me, waiting for me to make the decision, and with a sigh, I shrug. “Mom and Dad did tell us to bowl.” Their grins are wide, and Todd eagerly asks, “Can I get some sour gummies?” Before I can answer, Archer says, “Anything you want, it’s on me.” Without another word, both boys run to the snack area. I look to Archer, “That wasn’t necessary.” He scoffs, waving his hand dismissively, “With everything you’ve been through, it’s the least I can do.”

I still don’t know why and no matter how hard I have tried to pry the information from her, she was adamant about keeping me in the dark, which resulted in more curiosity of course. The first category to begin is archery. I had hoped it would be a long while before I set my eyes on another bow and arrow again but here I am. The participants line up with their gear, ready to begin. From my spot, I see Xena in her attire, hair tied up and looking all badass with her bow. She pulls off the whole Artemis look effortlessly. I want to scream her name out but my whole judge act prevents me from even showing a hint of partiality to either one of them, which is a total letdown and takes away all the

Both of them were sent sprawling to the ground. Archer got back to his feet and smoothed down his disheveled long hair. Looking at Mom and Dad, who had already lost their minds, he sneered, "Let's get one thing straight. You killed Phoebe with your own hands. You're the ones who killed your own biological daughter! Her death has nothing to do with me." With that, he fled this godforsaken place. When Mom and Dad returned home, they discovered that Archer had ransacked the house, stripping it of everything valuable. He had also fled abroad.

There is an excited smile on my daughter's lips and she looks excited again. "My turn, daddy," Archie says, ready to jump towards Adrian, who is standing next to his husband. My nephew runs towards his father and jumps with momentum. Adrian seems to be far enough away for Archie to fall into the water before he can catch him, but his father catches him a second later, preventing him from drowning in the thick water of the pool.

the host shouted. Stephan met Ray’s gaze, “Your old man is still in good shape.” a cocky smile curved his lips. Ray scoffed, “Just one? I can shoot three at once.” he strutted over to the arena with his powerful presence and aimed three arrows at his bow. The entire crowd encircling the arena had their eyes on him. Three targets were placed in a row. He stretched his arm and took aim. Once he released the string, the three arrows hit the center point of the three target boards at the same time.

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

The man fell to the ground lifeless. An arrow flies, Jarden parried. The archer drew again, this time the arrow found its mark. Jarden knelt. The archer confident in his triumph lowered his guard and moved closer. Jarden jumped like a cat and with his knife gutted him from top to bottom.

“I’m sorry.” “Why? You didn’t do this.” “I didn’t stop it, either.” He turned for the back of the cave. “Grab what you think you can use.” “Does she have any archery equipment?” He raised eyebrow. “I was a junior archery champ three years running. The family rule was that each kid had to get good at a weapon. I think my father wanted to…” She shook her head. “Anyway, I can shoot. And I’m going to need a weapon.”