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Despite the initial success, it seemed luck had swiftly turned its back on me once more. The system's animations certainly showcased a level of effort, or perhaps one might call it trickery. After five more draws yielded nothing, a familiar dazzling light emanated from the letter once again, its intensity mirroring the previous occasion. If I had to wager a guess, this was likely another class change card. [You have acquired Arcane Archer class change card] [Arcane archers, renowned as ranged warriors, excel in vanquishing adversaries with enchanted arrows. Despite not being casters themselves, they possess a profound understanding of the Arcane arts, enabling them to harness the magical abi

I should be crying tears of joy and not tears of sorrow. I backed away from the mirror, I passed the dressing room and before I knew it I was running down the sidewalk passing people who were staring at me running in a wedding dress with makeup running down my face. My feet finally came to a stop and I fell to my knees. In front of a tall gray stone. I run my fingers over the writing. The stone read. Archer Allen Martago. 10-30-1985. 5-17-2023. I was snubbing so hard I’m trying to calm myself down but it’s so hard. Dwayne lord on his stone. Archer told me that he’s a Lycan and he was three hundred years old.

"She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you." Drake roared and started to be wild. He picked up the hunters one by one and moved quickly as he broke the hunters' heads mercilessly. "Get him, don't let the alpha gone in your sight!" The hunter in a black hat ordered as his men started to shoot and throw knives in Drake's direction. "Don't let your guard down!" Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain.

“Yes, I feel better.” “Good, come with me,” he says, extending his hand. I take it and turn to the vampire in the kitchen. “Thank you, very much. I’m sorry, I don’t know your name yet,” I say. “Kirnon, My Queen.” “Thank you, Kirnon,” I say as Drake leads me to our bedroom. I hear what sounds like something slamming against a wall, then a high-pitched screeching. I turn to look at Drake who is frowning.

"Archer! You can't—" "The moment you were found unfit for the pack, you were proved to be unfit for the place as my mate and future Luna too", Without flinching, Archer delivers his words with apathy that sends a chill down my spine. His body, his eyes, his voice - all devoid of any emotion. It's like I'm talking to a man without a heart. "I thought we were fated—"

Archer tells me giving me one last pull before I hit his chest, his arms taking both sides of my face to look at me in the eyes. “None of this is your fault, the blame only falls on the shoulders of the King and the King himself, whatever happens and if that leads to the death of some, their blood is solely on his hands and not yours. I will not have you blame yourself; we will strategise a way to either build your skills so we can venture out without a war or find ways to ensure this war occurs on our terms and with the best interests of our men. Let me work out a way to fix it and in return, you stay right beside me every step of the way.” Archer said switching from his anger filled post a

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

thought Archer. Archer never thought of Chris as his friend. He approached Chris with ulterior motives. Chris and his Beta Liam were the strongest werewolf's in the werewolf community with a pack of approx. 1000 wolves. Being friends with them was an advantage for Archer. He always thought Chris does not deserve to be the strongest wolf, it should be him. He wanted to be the King of werewolves wherein the entire werewolf community bows down to him. Chris was too lenient, he was not ambitious enough and was just happy being busy with his own pack. He never made proper use of the power he had. But Archer was not a fool. He knew currently he was not in a position to be the King. He could never

“Theobald?” Cursing himself inwardly, he struggled to find an excuse for his slip. “Archer,” he finally decided. “My father used to call me Archer when I was a boy, because I excelled at archery.” This way, if he or Ernest ever slipped about his name, he would have a ready excuse. “Is that so?” Aurora replied. She started walking towards north, into the thicker part of the woods and away from the clearing. “Follow me, then, and let’s see what you can do, Archer.”