Wind Archer Fanart Novels & Stories

He chuckled as he pulled me closer to him, nuzzling his face into my neck. I can definitely get used to this… “Your skin is so soft.” He muttered, placing a soft kiss on my neck. “And you are so strong.” I commented, putting my hands on his muscled shoulders. Oh god! I bet he could pass for a male model! Or a wrestler! Archer didn’t have any tattoos covering his body like you would imagine for a mafia boss. He rather looked more like a rich businessman who liked to work out regularly to stay fit. And I guess that was the point…

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

The pale brown almost birthmark looking tattoos along his arms, shoulders, back and chest blaze with divine light and a long bow appears in his massive hand, a full quiver on his back. “Careful of the weres and the humans!” I warn, as he nocks a wicked looking arrow and let’s fly into the back of a knife-wielding vampire with one of the Candlewood wolves pinned against a tree. Twitching as if a current of electricity was running through him, the vamp staggers back, but before the loosed were can tear into him, the arrow bursts into a white-hot flare, burning the bloodsucker from the inside out. My father glances at me, arching a brow.

“Remember it is a skill that improves with practice and mastery. The art of mastery is to practice until your best reflection of your perfection is achieved.” Shaking out of his trance, Dante growled at the memory. He was torturing himself with it, but he stilled remembering the feel of her body pressed against his. The memory also reminded him why he was currently purchasing all these items - a sword, three throwing daggers and arrows, bracers to help with archery and projecting a shield of energy, and a scabbard with a halter. The sword, daggers, and arrows were adorned with sapphires from the Sapphire River.

Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will. To Elysia's right was Raiden Stormcaller, a master of lightning and thunder, whose electric presence crackled with power. The lightning tattoos on his arms seemed to pulse, hinting at the destructive energy he could unleash. Standing next to Raiden was Mira Watersong, known for her water-based abilities and the tranquil aura she carried—deceptively so, for she could flood a battlefield in moments.

"But the frost is gone now. It's time to focus on the vanguard." We reached the edge of the upper western plateau, where our heavy archer lines had set up their primary firing positions. Forty elite Lycan archers stood in a perfect, rigid line, their massive bows crafted from reinforced black iron, their quivers filled with heavy, steel-tipped arrows. Below us, the main Voss pack vanguard was scrambling through the narrow throat of the canyon, completely disorganized after the landslide she had orchestrated yesterday, but still dangerous enough to launch a desperate, frantic counter-charge up the cliffs. "The wind is steady from the east," the lead archer captain reported, bowing his head re

I pointed at one I thought Archer might like. "No, this one’s better." To my complete surprise, he picked the one that looked like an insect from The Brood. "You sure? I was already regretting that bad-taste joke," the vendor said, scratching his head, a little uncomfortable. A lot of people had died in the battle against the Dark Forest. "This one’s perfect," Archer said, paying him. I think the guy would’ve fainted if he knew the former General himself was standing right there. "Feel better now?" his rough voice came muffled from behind the colorful mask as he tied it on.

Hola " Wolfsbane?" Adrain asks quietly, and Archer nods. Finn, rain, and Fantasia have now joined Archer and me back in his wing in the main living area. My mate keeps pacing back and forth in the open space between the big couch and fireplace. Fantasia is sitting beside me on the couch and Finn and Rain are opposite of us on the other couch. Archer had mind-linked Jackson a while ago to know about the strange waiter who handed me the bottled water.

Let me help you, so we can go back to the cottage. Aurora looked at him. “Fine by me.” “Good.” Archer said. “I have a bow and arrow. Can you point me where I can find some larger animals? Deer, perhaps, or a wild hog?” “Are you any good at bow and arrows?” The prince chuckled. “It is what I am named for, after all.” The lady arched an eyebrow. “Theobald?”