Alter Lancer Novels & Stories

He got some grey strands of hair only but his hatred and his appearance remained the same. No words were coming out of his mouth. The man over the video call spoke. "Remember me?" Rana Pratap stumbled at his place. His biggest fear was standing in front of him. He didn't expect him to be alive and he didn't expect the entire scenario. Snapping the phone away the man in the middle spoke in the deadliest tone. His broken English was enough to bring down a chill through everyone's spine. "I am Arthur. Luca's son. Now either you willingly tell us where Myra is, or be ready to face the consequences."

Even though the fight was still going between the two alphas, Eleanor had not stopped speaking, she was still trying to convince Aria to come with them for her protection. Behind her, Lance hit the ground. Right now, he didn’t even have the mental capacity to think, much less speak. His rage was only focused on one thing. Wiping out every single person he could see. This time, Lucien could no longer afford to be in human form, so he shifted, fully into a wolf. His large wolf, with mid-night dark fur, stood as tall as Lance’s grotesque monster. With a roar, they both jumped. The clash between the two wolves was thunderous.

Luke spun around, startled. "Is someone else in your family bonding today?" he demanded. He got his answer immediately. Reno pulled into the drive on a matte-black heavyweight motorcycle, the engine vibrating in my very chest. He skidded to a halt right in front of me, killing the engine with a flick of his wrist. He looked at Luke. Then he looked at the pathetic little convoy Luke had brought. One of Reno’s eyebrows arched toward his hairline. "Interesting," Reno mused, his voice like rolling thunder. "Luke. You here to steal my Luna again?"

The pointer on the imaginary roulette started to move before it came to a halt after a few seconds. "Congratulations to the host for obtaining an opportunity to upgrade all skills." Lucas felt as if he was on a strike in terms of luck. With no further delay, he used the prize for himself and the Apocalyptic Legion. Earth-Shattering Fist, Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning has been upgraded to Grade S. Absolute Defense and Pegasus Feet have been upgraded to Grade S. Ice Polar Energy and Sky of Snowflakes have been upgraded to Grade S. Petrification and Strike of Light have been upgraded to Grade S. Triple Ghostly Murderous Sword has been upgraded to Grade B.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

the elder holding my baby stated. I don’t know where Lucien found them but he told me that they have the ability to communicate with the moon goddess directly and they could even tell what the future of the child would be. “Our moon goddess, our mother, you have blessed with a gift that we so much love and we so much have yearned for, therefore we present this baby to you, his future holds things that we have never seen before and he will be a great leader and warrior.” “With the power invested in us from you, allow us to name this child Tyr, Tyr Hart, a child born of a great alpha and his luna, a child born to fight for our kind.” The elder said, completing the naming rites.

“I don’t like this.” Firing again, I just couldn’t shake the feeling we were missing something. “They don’t want us showing up tomorrow.” I growled as I fired again. We were holding our own with Brett and I as backups. “LUNA!” One guy came running back. “50ish rogues approaching from behind us!” “FUCK!” Cade screamed, and I could hear the engine roar. “We have a grenade launcher?” He said, looking unsure. “Where? Go get it.” I demanded. He took off in a sprint.

As I emerged, I found myself staring directly into the point of the dagger. "Come out," the man commanded, his voice cold and unyielding. (Eliza's POV) I complied with the stranger's command, moving carefully to the bow of the boat. Every movement sent fresh pain radiating through my battered body. "Are you that runaway girl?" he asked, his voice betraying neither sympathy nor hostility. I straightened my spine despite the pain. "I am the one they seek, yes. But I am not a runaway." "I am the daughter of the Morgan Pack's Alpha, my name is Eliza Morgan."

The silver wolf form paused after her words fell, as Lancer reverted back to human form, his shirt torn to shreds hanging loosely between his well defined waist bulked by eight toned abs. "..." Aliana tilted her to look at Lancer who silently stared at her back after transforming to human form. She smiled, feeling the thread bonding the two of them thinning pitifully when the attempt for a murderous attack was made.

"There are no foolproof strategies on the battlefield. Those who go to war are werewolves, not wood. Werewolves think, fear, and seek glory." His wolf eyes, with their aurora-like patterns, shimmered. "It's impossible to fully grasp everyone's thoughts to ensure all decisions are executed." "You're right," Adelaide agreed. Lance propped his elbow on the window, the twilight outlining his profile in gold. "Hmm… you shouldn't call me Alpha Lance anymore. We'll soon be bonded; you can call me…" "Yes, I should address you as Alpha," her smile as bright as the reflection of a silver spear on the battlefield, yet it froze when she caught the faint shadow in his eyes.