Wind Archer Fanart Novels & Stories

Am I finally going to fulfill my dream of being an archer? {THANKS FOR READING!!}

She left before giving him a chance to reply. Archer stared at the sexy figure of the retreating blonde beauty and was instantly filled with lust. He had devoured many beautiful she-wolfs before and it was always easy for him as they easily fell for his charms, but, this unmated she-wolf was hard to please. He had heard a lot about her. She was the first-ever female head warrior and could fight really well. She was the perfect combination of beauty and strength. He was sipping his drink and imagining having a passionate night with Adele when he heard his phone ring. He checked and saw it was his friend Chris. "Have you arrived yet?" asked Archer.

Carefully casual, but presentable. “Can I help you with anything, Alpha?” I ask softly. He whirls around from where he was unbuttoning the top of his shirt. Sun kissed skin upon his chest shows more and more before he pauses his movements. I know he’s from the Passion Pack, which lies right on the coast. I can imagine him lounging upon perfect golden beaches framing foaming aqua water. “Oh, you’re the girl who greeted us, right?” he questions, that quirk of a smile making me uneasy. “And the one who spilt Noah’s drink on his lap.”

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

There was a large garden with an exquisite fountain in the front, followed by the arch of the entrance. A dozen men dressed in armor guarded this arch. I studied the arch as Alpha Azarel went to talk to the guards. The Arch of the gate was adorned with the carvings of a majestic wolf and its pack howling at the moon. For some reason, it filled me with a deep sense of longing. I sauntered over and ran my fingertips over the cool surface. I was part vampire and part human. I couldn’t think of any reason why the sight of the moon stirred the deepest part of my soul.

he called out loudly enough for lingering stragglers to hear clearly. Amelia heard the sound of someone shifting and looked up to see another raider with a bow and arrow on top of the cliff. He is drawing a long, weather bow, the wood dark and worn, with visible carvings and a slightly uneven, handmade look. The arrowhead is sharp and metallic, catching a hint of light. He appears rugged and battle-hardened like the other raiders, his clothing similar– made of layered, tattered materials stitched together into a practical but worn outfit. his hair is dark, long and tied back loosely with strands falling around his face. He fires an arrow before Amelia could make a sound and the arrow struck

Archer has never been more intimidating than he is now. Even though his focus now is the demon prince, I still can’t help but feel afraid. The aura that he is emitting is more murderous compared to when he is just facing regular demons. The energy waves being emitted from his fist start to grow and change into a red hue. Even from where I am, I can feel the immense power coming from it.