True Archer Novels & Stories

Hunter invited Archer to stand between us. “The day we have all been waiting for has finally arrived. Luna Irina and I have been praying for this day since the day Archer was born. We can retire and lounge around our son’s home.” Hunter grinned at Archer, who rolled his eyes. They seemed to have found their groove in the past couple of weeks and it felt so damn good. Hunter was planning on paying Archer back for every single thing he did to us over the past eighteen years!

Though this archer was significantly weaker than the golden-patterned serpent king, he was still at the martial god level, an elite tier of martial prowess. "You've got guts. I'll give you that." The archer sneered, pulling an arrow from his quiver and nocking it onto his bowstring. He aimed straight at Chase. "Since you're so confident, let's see whose shot is faster—yours or mine!" The bowstring snapped forward. A sharp, explosive whistle tore through the air, echoing like thunder. A silver meteor-like arrow streaked across the sky in a perfect arc, blazing toward Chase. The attack trajectory left no room to dodge, but Chase's reaction was lightning-fast. The very moment the archer made th

I’m definitely unwanted here too. Groups of Ironclaw students spread across the massive room, all dressed in black training clothes marked with the claw symbol of the house. Most of them are larger than me, stronger than me. Predatory energy rolling off them naturally. And at the center of it all…Archer. He’s already training. Sweat glistens against tan skin as he spars with another male twice my size. Archer still dominates the fight effortlessly. Every movement is controlled power. He brutally slams the other wolf onto the mat hard enough to shake the floor.

They were bruised and wounded but they didn't fall back. Seeing that, Ryker let out a loud cry and charged forward towards the archers. But the archers were also ready for him. They fired their arrows and they zipped through the air. Two struck him—one in the leg and another in the shoulder. He stumbled for a second but his body refused to stop.

His body pressed against her back and he felt her body jump at the contact. “Relax,” he murmured in her ear. She bit her lip. “Little warrior, trust me.” With that, her muscles relaxed. He felt the tension give way finally and he helped prepare the arrow correctly. He positioned her correctly, drawing the arrow back against the string. “Steady.” He stepped away then, allowing her to understand the weight of it by own hands and how the bow was aligned by her own strength. “Let go.” The arrow once again zipped through the air but to its intended target. The impact against the wood of the tree caused a chunk of bark to fly off and Seraphina’s mouth dropped open in shock as she glanced over at h

The main archer looked with shock: “There is no way! Fall back!” Desmond cuts, he stabs. The enemy falls like leaves before his might blows. He moves forward. The archer draws his sword, lunges forward. Desmond turns, avoids the attack. The archer jumps backward. Desmond changes strategy, he shifts his weight forward. The archer moves to left, circles around him, and charges head-on. Desmond waits. The archer is close. He lifts his sword above his nose, a fatal mistake. Desmond moves the sword from his right to his left hand. It’s over in a second. The archer tumbles to the bottom of the hill. Desmond walks away. In an instance, he lifts the sword above his head. The archer, in an instance,

He had pale bright skin, electric blue eyes, and outstanding features. I pitied the maids and hose ones that would be joining them. "Asher, you came," he smiled as he saw me. It was a long walk from my room to the shooting grounds, or maybe it was just that I was lazy, but I immediately sat down in a chair when I got there. "Yes, how could I not?" Tristan smirked, "How's your shooting!" He asked as he started to fix his arrow in his bow. I wanted to watch him to see what he shoots like. There was no way that Tristan wasn't a professional at archery. It was just an impossible reality because I know how fervently Tristan trained for perfection then.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

Archer let out a laugh. "Well, congratulations! I'm happy that you finally found someone." He crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at her. His jaw clenched. He knew. He wasn't that easily fooled. He took a step forward. "I'm glad that you're no longer hung off on that fucking bitch, who had the audacity to run away," he said, standing in close proximity to me. "That fucking bitch, that I was able to fuck and torture-" before he could finish that sentence, I punched him, hitting his jaw hard, making him drop on the ground. His guards immediately aimed their guns at me. My men did the same to him. Even drunk Nico pitched in. Like I used to say, where there were guns and danger, Nico wa

As soon as Tyr‘s voice faded, Archie, who had been dashing forward with ease, came to an abrupt halt. A clay general riding a tall horse blocked his path. There was a large number of soldiers following behind him. The general wielded a tomahawk and struck it down from the sky. Unexpectedly, the weapon erupted with a cold and ancient glow that slashed at Archie. Archie swung the weapon away with a wave. At least a thousand soldiers on the chariot behind the general charged toward Archie at the next second.