Alter Lancer Novels & Stories

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.

An ordinary human eye could not see it, but all of them witnessed the newcomer’s strong magic ability with their shifter’s perception. “Oh, I drowned them using my water mist magic,” said the fair-skinned elf. He wore a white and blue trench coat with a silver insignia embroidered at his back. “My apologies, my dear guests. I had only received the ambush information a moment ago. That’s why I came late.” The elf smiled, and he introduced himself, “I’m Lansear.” He lightly arched his head. Luan immediately held his sword. “How can we be sure you’re not one of them?” The lion shifter was wary since they share the same pointed ears, only this one was longer than usual.

"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.

Both remaining Rail-Turrets charging energy then firing high-speed projectile, but it can’t penetrate Varniant’s skin and damaging near area with the shock wave. “Wh-what?!” the leader a bit surprised. “Varniant type still alive!” said the operator. Varniant type got internal injury and paralyzed for a while. “Herrscher, what the hell is happening?” ask the commander. “Look like it hardening the skin, sir.” Said Cornelio that rolling back his sword. The other front line Herrscher regroup in Cornelio’s position. “Hardening?” said the commander. “Yes, it is Landcaster’s ability. But the skin looks different.” Said Cornelio.

The way he held himself now—too still, too aware, like every movement had been trained out of instinct and rebuilt into control. Nothing about him looked soft anymore. “You came,” Lance said without turning around. His tone was flat. Ragnar stepped further in. “We need to talk.” Lance gave a low hum, almost amused. Ragnar’s jaw tightened. “Turn around.” Lance did. Slowly. And seeing his face up close was worse. Because it was Lance. And it wasn’t. The features were the same, older and sharper now, but the light behind them was gone. In its place was something harder to name.

Gerard announced and Ria came closer to where he was. "Really?, let me take a look at it"Ria said and collected the book from him gently. "The so called Alpha Ramon is said to change character every Three hundred years"Gerard said. "Three hundred years?, that's three century"Ria said with doubt. "Or those he has something or someone controlling his spirit?"Gerard asked. "I don't think so, there can't be someone controlling his spirit except the Alpha God"Ria replied. "Alpha God?,who is the Alpha God?"Gerard asked.

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

He didn't want to think of the things that happened to her but the fire in him screamed to kill the ones who had hurt her. She was a mystery. He never thought he'd ever get to know anything about her and now she bared her soul in front of him. He felt like shit for playing with her heart like that but maybe he could make everything alright. Hunter couldn't even fathom the thought of her finding out his plan. She would be shattered. 'Hunter,' Luca mind-linked him. 'Yeah,' Hunter's response was tired. 'Berolt was a wizard who worked under Alonso but was killed by rogues at the age of twenty-nine,' Luca said.