Soul Archer Ninjago Novels & Stories

“Air power. Check!” Up on a ridge, Archer watched the chaos unfold. “They’ve got this,” he muttered to himself, not wanting to miss the fun. He raised his hand, and a glowing bow of pure energy appeared in his grasp, a shimmering arrow already notched. “Time to join the party.” He released the arrow, and it shot through the air, piercing an ogre’s chest with an explosion of light. The beast roared in pain and crumpled to the ground. “Bullseye!”

Archer was never going to let Nian go back to that damn house, now that he knows his mate’s situation, it was impossible to even think about letting him go. Nian was his mate, his precious Luna, and Archer wanted to protect him... He was going to protect him. The alpha thought of a lot of possible options in a matter of seconds but there was only one way to prevent someone else from touching his partner again... and what could be a better way than biting him? Linked their bodies and souls forever...

I nodded and decided to listen to her this time. AUTHOR'S POV. Archie, Kyle, and Williams stood as they faced Drake who was struggling to Regain his sanity. "Ok, How are we going to fight with it injuring Drake?" Kyle asked them. "He has to take the injury, Their are well know hospitals to treat him!" Archie said Coldly and attacked without transforming. "I knew he will call you guys but can you really bear him?" The soul asked after getting full control. "This guy is really annoying, After so long he won't let me swallow his soul and successfully merge into his body" The soul spoke but the other three didn't seem to be in the mood to listen to him.

He slowly drew his Nodachi. The blade wasn't made of steel, and it wasn't made of magenta plasma. It was forged from pure, hyper-condensed Origin-Code, but the frequency had been entirely corrupted. It glowed with a blinding, absolute white light that hurt to look at. "I am the Architect of the Sky," the Shogun declared. "And I will format you myself." The Shogun didn't run. He simply vanished. "Where did he go?!" Reyes shouted, sweeping her plasma rifle across the empty courtyard.

I know any moment delayed would mean the death of my friends, and the guilt will forever be in my heart, while their spirits will never forgive me. "The ninth stage of the soul nectar," I yelled, and a silver light started emitting from my body. "Allow the great Smith in their killer forms, admit blood to flow from the bottom to the top." With that, a silver bow and arrow appeared in my hand. Then I felt a quiver appear behind me, and its belt attached to my waist. Not wasting another second, I drew out two arrows, took aim, and shot them. Even though I hadn't shot an arrow before, the nectar guided me and it was a perfect aim. The arrows sailed in the air and hit two dogs at once; their pai

" Nicko ordered. While folding his arms in front of his chest, he bowed before Nicko and showed his objection. "Even if you kneel and worship me, I won't return to my words. I told you your life would suffer for rejecting me!" Archie replied. "I'll give you one more chance. Withdraw your words and drawings!" "If I don't want to?" challenged Archie. "You will get the consequences. I Will destroy you in a minute," Nicko, who was only responded with swamp by Archie, replies. "Like this bullet smashed your head!" Russell retorted suddenly while pointing a gun at the back of Archie's head.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I hear a man’s voice in my head that I don’t know, “Skylar? Can you hear me?” “Who?..,” “My name is Memphis. I am family…” I scream again and push my hands into my head a little more, trying to stop the pain; I look over my shoulder as I feel a hand on me and see Master Archer, but I can’t hear what he is saying. The pain is drowning it out. I scream in my head before I feel this wave of warmth flow into my head and then through my body.

My childhood taught me that survival depends on loyalty. The academy in Chicago taught me that discipline is everything. Pavel is our leader. Alexei, his shadow. And Leon and Sergei, are the youngest ones, who followed the path we carved without ever questioning it. And me... I was always the balance. The middle son. The invisible piece that kept the whole structure standing. I never needed to shine. Only to hold. Hold my brothers. Hold the order. Even though I always knew I didn’t fully belong, I never said it out loud.

I turned around and saw a guy smiling, dimples coming into form. "Hi, my name is August Tiangco. A fellow archer." He stated, trying to straighten his posture and reaching his right hand at me. His eyes beamed in gladness.