Agents Of Shield Lance Hunter Novels & Stories

Silver, the wolf's very own version of kryptonite. "You recognize this, huh?" Lance asked, tossing the dagger from hand to hand. Snarling, I took a step backwards just a blur passed by me. Before I even knew what was happening, Antoine had managed to tackle Lance to the ground. Growling, he grabbed the man by his throat and pressed down hard. "HELP!" Lance coughed as his airway was slowly cut off by Antoine. 'NO YOU DON'T!' Positioning myself between Antoine and the other two men, I made sure that no one could catch him unawares.

Lance hid beside a shrub. He held his breath as Alpha Nolan's men walked past him. "They are gone" he said silently and heaved a sigh of relief. He groaned as he tried pulling out the dagger stuck in his back. He finally got it out and dropped it on the ground. A strange hand gave him a piece of cloth to clean himself. He took the cloth, cleaned the blood on him. He looked up to see who it was. "Damn!" he groaned as he saw Alpha Nolan's men standing over him

she whispered, her voice breaking. "Stuart?" My stomach leapt to my throat. "What about the others? Did you see the others?" "I -" My gun was in hand and aimed at the door faster than I could think, the turning lock giving me just enough time to land crouched at Lillith's feet, my body her shield. If those spawn of hell wanted her, they’d have to get through me first. "Put your gun away," Aaron said, his voice muffled by the thick door.

The translator began to relay the words with a trembling voice, but translation was barely necessary; Lance and his team understood perfectly. Lance slowly lifted his gaze. "Lycan Gamma Damian, your words are chilling. We have never shielded Velda. Are you suggesting you intend to shield the criminals who slaughtered the Frostfangs? If you truly want 'blood for blood,' then those one hundred and eight cuts belong on Velda—not on a group of innocent pups and she-wolves!" Lance leaned forward, his Alpha aura grinding down without mercy. "Your comments make me wonder if you're sitting here to get justice for dead civilians, or if you're just trying to satisfy your own twisted bloodlust!"

The small boat had already pulled alongside the Enterprise, and several masked men began climbing up fast, moving like they had done this before. Lance reached Ragnar just as Ragnar staggered slightly, grabbing the railing for balance. “I’m fine,” Ragnar muttered, but his voice was already slower, heavier. “You’re not fine,” Lance said, grabbing his arm to steady him. “We need to—” Another thwip sound. Lance felt something hit his side. He froze. Slowly, he looked down and saw the dart stuck in his shirt. “Oh… shit,” he whispered. He pulled it out immediately, but he already felt it,.his arms getting heavy, his legs not responding fast enough, his vision slightly blurring around the edges.

“You will come with us.” Xander’s growl was a low, resonant rumble that shook the very foundation of the stone. “You’ll bleed first.” There was no warning, as the world broke. Guards surged forward - fifteen, maybe twenty - enough to take down a dozen of an elite Hydra Hunters, enough to choke a small army. They carried silver-woven nets, rune-stamped shock batons, and muzzle-binding chains engineered for supernatural restraint. Xander and his siblings met them like a storm made of bone and pure, tearing teeth.

Could it be him? I studied Lance. The scarf he wore around his neck, though he was sweating profusely. The gloves he wore to his elbows. It was true. Arthur was a vampire - a Hunter. His companion, Lance was his walking food bank. Arthur didn't understand what these people were. He only saw them as additional blood sources. I was curious whether a Locanis could be compelled. If not, Arthur would be in for quite a surprise. From what Pops and Troy told me, the Locanis were vicious warriors and wouldn't be easy to fight.

“You told me that you didn’t like him. You said he was your boss’ cousin.” “Stone,” she interrupted him. “I am sure that’s him.” Ludo didn’t tell Hunter about Lance’s situation yet. She wondered where this was all going. “What’s he done?” “He’s the one who shot Mr. Patel!” he turned to Kate, “The man you found me fighting. The one who shot your fellow soldier.” The room was quiet, each trying to absorb what Hunter had said. Kate didn’t know who this Stone guy was but she saw him and he had gotten away. Ludo on the other had connected the dots with Lance’s story. Without saying a word, she got her phone and called Lance.

“About that, after due investigation, we found the hood of the person that stabbed you. When we ran the prints in the system, it brought out Ashtor’s image. I was shocked to see that he was the culprit because I recognised him as Lycan Kailin’s guard. I was not able to get him to confess that Lycan Kailin was behind the stabbing, but I coerced him to turn himself in once I revealed his identity to Lycan Kailin.” Lance definitely threatened Guard Ashtor with something sinister because Aspen was certain that nobody was wearing a hood when she stabbed herself. “You did a great job, Lance,” she said while her legs inched closer to him so that she could hold his face in her smallish hands. “You a

Their helmets were opaque, reflecting the violet destruction of the hall, and their weapons were Neural-Lances, built to bypass physical armor and attack the brain of a shifter from within. "Subject 0-Alpha identified," the lead Centurion’s vocoder announced. "Subject 0-Healer is critically depleted. Primary objective: Extraction. Secondary objective: Eliminate all witnesses." "There are no witnesses here," Kael said, stepping in front of Elara. He didn't shift into a wolf. He didn’t need to. "Only executioners." The Centurions opened fire. Three Neural-Lances zipped through the air, their blue arcs screaming as they aimed for Kael’s nervous system.