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I sprinted back towards our lines, my voice raw as I screamed, “BLOODWOOD! ATTACK! HOLD THE LINE! FOR DEREK! FOR OUR HOME!” The air erupted with sound. Beta Rowan’s booming voice cut through the clamor, “ARCHERS! FIRE! RIFLEMEN! VOLLEY! ON MY MARK!” A hail of arrows soared into the sky, followed by the sharp crack of rifles, a cascade of silver bullets tearing through the air. Our warriors surged forward, a wave of defiant courage, some shifting to their wolf forms mid-charge, others holding their ground, ready to meet the enemy with steel and silver. “FOR BLOODWOOD!” they roared, their voices a defiant stand against the encroaching darkness.

“It’s my best game. My father trained me himself before he died. He used to be the best archer in our Pack.” Ulric’s eyes softened. She was even more interesting than he had thought. Debbie kept looking at the arrows. Some had red fletching made of goose feathers, good for long flights. Others had heavier heads meant for hunting boars. But her eyes kept searching. Then she turned to the vendor. “Do you have swallowtail broadheads? The ones with the dark yew shafts and silver tips?” she asked. The vendor looked quickly at Prince Ulric, seeking permission. Those special arrows were kept only for knights, royals, or true masters. They were sharp, balanced, and deadly precise, but too fine to be

Inside the residence, the Archer God, The Emperor gazed out the window to see clearly Aranjo who climbed the tree behind the wall of his residence and peered inside. Although the Archer God, the Emperor was known as a heartless God or a cold-hearted God, it did not stop the intention of the Goddesses to try to propose to him. Even though the proposal is always accompanied by a wedding party, just in case he is willing the wedding party will be directly implemented. But until now none of them have succeeded and all applications are subtly rejected by the waiter which is very tiring. The emperor used his magic power to create the illusion of a brightly colored butterfly. The butterfly flew aro

Thomas said a few words in the Western language, which meant that he wanted the three of his companions to go all out. Alfonso shot backward with a swoosh. Staring coldly at the scarlet flames that swept over him, he drew his bow and put an arrow on it. Dazzling golden light surrounded his body and made him look like a small sun. The bow was drawn to the full. A golden arrow, more than two meters in length, condensed into a star. Swoosh! The golden arrow tore through the air like a streak of golden light, fiercely shooting at the sweeping scarlet flames. With a boom, scarlet flames swept through the sky.

“Witch! Always you!” She advanced. “Still blaming servants for your rot?” He lunged; she sidestepped, letting his momentum drive him into a pine. Her pommel cracked against his temple. He sagged but fought on, crazed. An arrow sang past her ear—Thorn’s warning shot. Red Fang archers regrouped on the ridge. Rurik bellowed Ironclaw orders; his warriors loosed answering volleys, pinning mercs in scree. ---

Our carriage is followed by the warriors, I am sure that Carla was there in one of those. Across from me, Alpha Archer leaned back slightly, one arm resting on the window frame. The morning light touched his jawline which I didn't fail to notice and admire, it is sharp and still, his long lashes casting his eyes in shadow. He wasn't wearing his armor now, just a black tunic and a cloak bearing the Western crest. But even without the armor, he looked like someone who carried wars in his silence. He looked more handsome than yesterday or the day before. Now I will have more time to see him up close. I swallowed hard as I managed to steady my heartbeat. It was the first time I had been in such

Archer whispers as the official continued to speak, but in that moment, a rush of sparks, an ice-cold blast feeling and such greater power than I ever have felt rushed from my hand and down throughout my body, in such great waves my entire body began to tingle. “Now the blood bond pact has concluded, Miss Fern Hewitt is now forever tied to Alpha Archer and this pack and has gained her new title, Luna Fern of The Dark Warrior Pack.” The official cheers as the ribbon is taken from our hands and an enormous earth rubbing applause began to erupt from the crowd.

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. ***

Archer added. ”Stop threatening me, will you?! I can beat them!" the fazed princess declared, trying to look resilient when she's horror-struck inside. Just when she was about to untie Marcellus' lead, another set growl echoed in the woods. This time, it was a deafening one. “And that's a pack of wolves. I suppose your royal flesh is enough to satisfy their great hunger. Now tell me, kid, can you still kick their ass?” Archer reckoned while sharpening the blade of his dagger.

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.