Alter Lancer Novels & Stories

Alice announced. “That’s right… You are mine, Alysia… You will become my greatest weapon.” He declared with happiness. “You will do every one of my will and the world would tremble at my feet, you are a weapon nobody has ever seen or heard. You are worse than an earthquake and tsunami…” He yelled as he burst into laughter, his hands lifted to the sky.

Previously on The ALPHA'S little LUNA - Any time now its going to come out and I swear I'm about to piss my pants and just as im about to run it jumps out, ohhh fuck me! Is that what i think it is?? [Kylie's pov] Right in front of my stands a huge ass wolf, almost my full height, its soo huge! Its fur its captivating, its a silky black and its so shiny, it looks soo soft i want to feel it, run my fingers through its fur.

“Anders cuts your ties so you could come here and get close to us.” “No, no, not at all,” Lana insisted. “I’m not… I wasn’t a Dawn Stalker. I swear. I…” Lana played with her hands, averting her face again. “You obviously cut ties recently,” Lucas said. “Who was your pack, Lana?” “I… I was a Gravetail,” Lana finally admitted. “A Gravetail?” Lucas’ brow furrowed as he looked at me.

He looks decidedly kind, with thick glasses and a forced smile that probably comes easier when there aren’t nine hulking black-clad beastly men surrounding him in a single room. “I’m looking for a Miss costalister?” We all try and hold back our snickers at once. If Granny is going to pick an alias, then I wish she’d pick something normal, but she always goes for the extreme. “Did she give you a first name?” Lancer wheezes. He’s turning purple from holding in the burst of laughter that wants to spill out. “Oh. Yes.” The JP peels open his binder and consults it through his heavy-framed glasses. “Doodioh.”

I say in my lowest voice. Sarn's nostrils flare. I want him mad at me. So mad he releases Ashrac. I know he expects me to quake in my boots and give up easily. He has no idea that Laryn trained me to fight and kill. He gives a short laugh. "You'll be begging me to fuck you once I have you away from your dragon. Laryn is weak and will float in a sea of tears for months before he develops the balls to take me on."

Then they would know why he'd been dubbed The Destroyer. Before he let his emotions overtake him, Brand's tactical training kicked in. He did not have the Berserker in him like his brother. He was a single shifter among an entire clan of warriors here. Biding his time until he could gather his bearings before punishing them for their insult was the more logical choice. His jaw tightened as he sought to control his anger.

That meant Lancer had teamed up with Killian. Also, Lancer knew I would kill anyone who even dared to look at Luna for more than a few seconds. So he had come prepared. He had brought his army with him to fight me if necessary. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought his entire pack just to celebrate the coronation ceremony of the king he despised. Right? Soon Lancer killed beta Rodrick next he defeated his other opponent. He looked at me as he killed Alpha Dylan. There was hate in them. Oh, he hated me. And the feeling was mutual.

Both Ally and I looked up, as I swayed to the side, trying to see who called my name so urgently. Ally cursed underneath my breath but I looked up at him in untold relief, "hi!" I waved at him. Ally snapped my hand away and I glared at her not understanding her hostility. "Let her go," Legion growled out, his eyes brightening. It was a Lycan, right? Yeah. That’s why Azian's eyes changed too but he- he was a dragon. I grinned at this, swaying. See, I knew things too.

one whispered. The first tree snapped like a matchstick and a massive shape emerged from the shattered vegetation. Three meters of nightmare made flesh. Fur black as night, eyes red as embers, claws the length of butcher’s knives. The Lican. Alaric stripped of all humanity. The youngest ran first. A claw caught him mid-leap and smashed him against a tree like a rag doll. The second tried to shift; Alaric lifted him by the neck with one hand and squeezed until the sound was like stepping on a dry branch.

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.