Novel & Cerita True Archer

The door burst open with a deafening crash, splintering into pieces as the force of the blow sent us all reeling backward. Shadows poured into the room, dark and menacing figures silhouetted against the moonlight. The Archers had arrived. "Stand your ground!" Sharon shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. She let loose an arrow, the projectile whistling through the air and striking the first intruder square in the chest. The Archer fell, but more were right behind him.

It falls in the grass at his feet as the bowstring twangs. “Ow!” he yelps. “I told you to watch your grip.” If I stick with him a second longer, I’m going to take his fucking head off, so I turn to the next delegate in the line of archers Zain and I are ostensibly training with. Training? Certainly. With, not so much. The noble from Oakspring Dunes releases a little more steadily. His arrow thuds into the ground, point buried in the dirt, almost a dozen feet away.

​And high on the opposite cliff, a Western master archer had already locked his sights directly onto him. ​I watched in agonizing motion as the archer drew a heavy, reinforced armor-piercing bodkin arrow back to his cheek. The bowstring hummed with terrifying tension. The archer released. The heavy steel arrow streaked through the air, traveling with a flat, lethal trajectory designed to punch clean through iron plate. It was a perfectly aimed, absolutely lethal blow aimed directly at Silas’s unprotected throat. ​"Silas!" I roared. ​There was no time to drag him away. There was no time to lift the heavy tower shield to cover the distance.

"You just throw it. When you shoot, you have points. It's easy." I just shook my head. Ali bought coins and dropped them all into the machine. At first, even though I was holding the ball, I didn't try to throw. My attention was focused on Ali who was obviously enjoying playing. "Shoot now. Your timing is working," he shouted slightly because the sounds in the arcade were loud. He even showed the time on the machine. I threw the ball in a panic and was even surprised when I shot. "I'm shooting!" I said happily to Ali and was still jumping.

The first thing he did was deliver a punch in my direction. "Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you steal Piercy from me, you filthy mongrel!" Thomas shrieked while attempting to beat me up. As his uncle, there was no way I'd stand there and let him hit me. So, I retaliated by punching Thomas a few times in a row. Great. Thanks to our antics, this variety show somehow became a boxing tournament. The director was already in tears. Since the fight erupted all of a sudden, no one could turn off the live stream in time, leading to the show getting banned online.

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.

The threat must have been neutralized. Then when I took a glance around, I saw him. Alpha Archer stood near the center of the camp, tall and commanding, his dark blond hair ruffled by the wind. He was speaking with Beta Kael and two other warriors. His stance was steady, yet there was an undeniable edge to his presence, a quiet authority that made everyone instinctively straighten their backs when he spoke.

It wasn’t Xander but the other one, Archer. She had guessed right about the arrow. Archer had a silver bow in his hand. It was magnificent. There was a carving on it and at both tips a jewel. She saw his muscles flex as he raised the bow, leading her to believe it was heavy. Her eyes were stuck on the muscles between his shoulder blades as his arm pulled back and released, sending a white arrow into a ball that had been catapulted into the air. ***

I enter this room with Arthur, his eyes telling me it is gonna be fine but I really hate the needles. “I’m sorry, but I really afraid to do everything with needles in it, can you please accompanying me while the doctor takes my blood?” I asked Arthur and hoping he wouldn’t reject it. “Sure, you can hold my hand if it’s too hard for you to face alone. I don’t mind” he replied without any doubt. “But please, consider Vincent’s feeling, he seems to want to help but you implicitly always reject it” he whispers. I was surprised for a moment before saying that I will not explicitly show it again.

Archer nods, “Yes, it is. You are one of mine, and I will look out for you.” Archer turns to look at the man with the reddish-brown hair and says, “Brandon, oversee this so they get anything they need.” Brandon nods in confirmation, and Archer asks, “Do you mind if we still bowl?” The owner’s mate walks forward with a gracious smile: “Anything you want, sir; we appreciate your business.” 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?”