Archibald Snatcher Novels & Stories

Richard got up from where he sat and went to sit closer to Damon. They stared at each other briefly before he said, "as I said before, Ava has been abducted and it happened the night she went to The Fantasy Club. The man who abducted Ava is a Mafia boss. His name is Ace but he is mostly known as Black Scorpion. He is very dangerous and ruthless.

He then softly put his hand on my upper arm and his thoughts flooded through my mind. He was ready to take whatever was coming. He tried and he knew that the chances of him becoming successful were slim, especially with me. Not just any Hunter, Snow. One of the top Hunters in The Academy. He had been researching me, he knew everything about me and still, he chose to pursue me. It was no coincidence that we ran into each other at the Vanderwood ball. He knew I would be there. He knew I had the twins as my contract. He followed me, he set up our first meeting.

He smiled explaining what he meant whilst I could only look to Archer, who sent me a smile taking my hand in his. “Speaking of your mother and the war, how is speaking with one of my border guards going to help?” Aidan asks cutting right to the chase, it was clear Hadwin hadn’t given Aidan a rundown of it all before we arrived. “One of your pack members were caught sneaking into my pack and if that was not bad enough, when my mate attempted to ask him what he was doing, he struck her and made a run for it.” Archer said in an annoyed tone speaking before any of us could respond, where Aidan was pretty taken back but soon looked over at me, spotting the fading scar on my head.

" Her name is Greta Von Deta she is the head of Maid. And Greta would never help you. Don't even think about asking her. You will get yourself in trouble. But you can talk to Archard... she stopped... like she was startled. " Why you stopped? tell me who is Archard?" I asked Her but I can see fear in her eyes. Sweat dripped from her brow as she watched me. " Forgot about him, forgot about that you heard his name." " But why? Tell me, who is he?" " Archard Harvest, the heir of Dark Wolf Pack. The only son of Alpha. He was a man to be feared across every pack. Everyone knew who he was, the Cruel

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

I asked incredulously. “Because you are the son of two of the most powerful werewolf bloodlines in the Reservation,” Archibald said as he came downstairs and held up a notebook of sorts. “Your late mother, Sarah, was a woman who liked photography, so she always photographed the family. This is a photo album of your family; you're in the pictures.” Mr. Archibald handed me the photo album right at a picture that caught my eye. A tall, muscular, dark-haired man was smiling at a beautiful blonde who was holding a blonde boy identical to her on a table. I realized that this child looked exactly like how I looked when I was that age.

"I'm the Conquest System. As long as you can win over the beastfolk of your choice within a year, you'll be given a new life." The moment the system finished speaking, my older sister, Violette Snow, scampered off. She scooped up a badly injured wild bird from the ground and gently stroked its charred black feathers. "System, I choose this bird to be my conquest target." She made her choice at lightning speed, afraid that I'd steal her target from her. Then, she turned to me with a cheeky expression, but I saw the warning look in her eyes.

Someone would think it was Archibald she was bonded to. Archibald stopped talking the moment Rael approached. He quickly stepped down from his horse and walked to him. “Welcome to the Bloodmoon Pack, Alpha Archibald. We had thought we would be receiving you tomorrow,” Rael spoke, stretching his hand out for a handshake. Archibald stared at the outstretched hand and then smiled sinisterly. “I heard my sister was murdered. I would arrive the fastest I could, don’t you think?” He asked, and Rael nodded stiffly. “It’s with a heavy heart that I share this sad news.”

He was the weak one… not me. “Goodbye, Adrian Robinson.” I hissed just as I drove my hand into his chest, pulling his heart out and throwing it aside. I hope you don’t rest in peace. Sienna grabbed my hand and pulled me forward, my eyes landing on a dead Alex. It seems Adrian had done the work for me. But I still need to make good on my promise. I tugged my hand away from Sienna and she let out a frustrated huff. “What now?” I didn’t answer, simply rushing over to Alex and bending over, I extended my claws and brutally ripped his tiny dick off. What he had done earlier disgusted me. He didn’t deserve to go to hell with all his organs intact.

Most of our pack has shifted and stand on high alert growling and snarling at the 20 rogues, but the one in the middle, the one holding my pup, I know is my beloved grandfather, Vincent DeLuca. Ceasar continued to growl as he slowly stalked forward. The scarecrow held Abi's back to his chest with one arm and a knife to her throat with the other as he stood surrounded by now rogue wolves. I was beside Gabe and whispered, "can you get a clean shot at his head?"