روايات وقصص ضمن Who Was Archer In Fate Stay Night

Archer hands her over. “Perfect, of course.” He says his smile never fading. One thing I do greatly appreciate Archer, besides his seemingly natural instinct to care for pups is that he’s the only one who never once asked me anything of my other life- as I’ve come to call it. In fact, he’s never even let on that he knows I’m the Luna. And just like I didn’t correct Susan, I don’t correct Archer either. I’ve decided to let people come to their own terms about me, rather than me needing to prove to tell them who I am.

I walked quickly, my slippers making no sound on the rugs, heading toward what I hoped was an exit or at least a balcony. "Well, well, well," a voice drawled, dripping with a terrifying sort of amusement. "If this isn't the little gift for the King." I froze, my blood turning to ice. A man stepped out from the darkness of a side archway—Archer. I recognized the predatory gleam in his eyes, the way he carried himself with a reckless arrogance that suggested he feared nothing. He didn't just look at me, he raked his gaze over me, starting at the hem of my dress and lingering on the curve of my waist before finally meeting my eyes.

Archer didn't even tangle there hands like they always did . Archer was already pissed on his men who failed to look after his work . He had given them one job . To find the owner of a drug dealing company and kill him but they didn't. Those fuckers took bribe and let him go . Of course Archer beat them to death but he was now beastly since he received a called from his guard telling him the Arabelle was stalked by a Kid .

There's nothing but the ghost of his touch and the warmth of his breath. Werewolf. Luca Archer is a werewolf. And he almost bit me. And the most disturbing part of all? For one wild, insane moment before fear took over—I almost wanted him to.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He asked, and I knew he just wanted to change the subject. “I don’t know. I will wear something good and show up.” I said, picking up another blank book. “Someone asked you on the date?” “Yeah.” I said, leafing through the blank pages of the book. “Oh! Who is the brave man willing to die?” “Haha, hilarious. It’s Zephyr.” “Oh,” Archer stopped arranging the blank books and looked at me. “Your bodyguard? Yeah. He is a handsome young man. Definitely a great match for you.”

Damn. His lips curved into a grin, slow and knowing. “Damn... you're dangerous, aren't you? Gorgeous, fucking stunning and armed with a vase.” His mismatched eyes accessed me, his lips curled with a grin that could make women melt. A blush crept up my cheeks and my face flushed. Gathering myself, my expression hardened. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" "I'm Archer. And your men wants me to look after you, while they're gone."

The further Archer moved away from his kingdom, the more his dread increased. He looked up at the goddess, with one question in his mind; would he find her? He recalled when his mother and family suggested that he should pick another mate. Archer could not stomach being with another person other than his destined mate. The thought alone was unnerving. And not once did he ever regret deciding to not settle for another shewolf. He sighed, looking forward as they approached the rocky mountains. As his procession neared the border of the next kingdom, the kingdom of the witches, his dread gave way to anger.

The others were all clutching their stomachs and chests as they lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Archer was startled at first, and then he took two steps back and looked closely at Sebastian. He thought that Sebastian had to be an expert. However, unlike Colton, Archer had been trained in martial arts since he was a child. He was known as something of a prodigy. That was why he was already in the Eldoria realm despite his young age. Even if all his men tried to attack Archer together, they might not even be able to hurt him. So while Archer was surprised, he wasn't afraid.

“... I can force you to wake up. It won’t be pleasant if my auntie is to be believed, but it’s possible…” “Ok,” Ariadne nodded, clinging to North. “Do it…” “Ok,” Peggy nodded, getting down to North and Ariadne’s level. “And just so you know… Archer isn’t better because he’s not Kurnich.” “What?” “Just because what he did doesn’t seem as bad compared to what Kurnich is doing doesn’t mean you have to forgive him when you see him. I know Archer now. I know he cares now… But the Archer you knew? The Archer who might be your mate again? You don’t owe him shit just because of a piece of red string. Ok?”

"Then why is Archer affected by the curse?" "Archer drew upon the curse's power, and now he's paying the price for it," Ryu elaborated. With this newfound knowledge, I stealthily made my way to Archer's room, guided by his distinct minty scent. Finding him, I saw his pale complexion and the IV in his hand; he appeared to be sleeping, yet he was undeniably weak. Gently, I caressed his hair.