Alter Lancer Novels & Stories

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.

I climbed onto the rock and stood beside her, following her gaze across the valley below. What if you don’t have to fight? You know Cato is his mother’s son right? On the surface of it, he’s a lot like Alpha Loren, but deep down, he has the Luna’s values. Things will improve after December 20th. She set her marvellous amber eyes on mine. Can you promise that?

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.

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

It was a "Cage of Logic." "We’re in range," Lucas whispered, looking out the lead-glass porthole. He held up a "Disruptor-Lance"—a spear made of the same "Dissonance-Crystal" that had shattered the Glass-Walkers. "If we hit the 'Master-Node,' the whole grid should unspool. But the kickback is going to send us flying into deep space. We don’t have enough steam to get home."

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

"I'm glad you shared this with me. It's really sad with the way the female werewolves are unfairly treated here. I just hope this issue will be discussed properly." "Yeah, I hope so too," I replied with a grin. The young man who was rude to me earlier suddenly passed by and pointed at him facing Lexi. "Who is he?" I asked her. "Oh, Lancer." She sighed in disgust. He is a leader of one of the Iron Claw warriors although a mid-level one. He's one of those sexists who love seeing women suffer and treats them like trash." "Lancer, right? It's quite obvious that he's one of them. What is his work here? Why is he here?" I asked her.