Epic Battle Fantasy Lance Novels & Stories

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

I smiled at him. “As friends? I can do that. Just text me a day and time, okay.” My reply seemed to excite him. His handsome smile showed off his pristine white teeth. “Yeah, I will do that. Are you going somewhere? Let me get the door for you.” Lance ran to open the packhouse doors for me. I stepped in front of them just as the door opened wide enough that I could see Brax leaning against a bike. Where did he get that? “Oh, the dragon prince.” Lance jogged down the steps after making sure I was out of the way of the door. “Hey man, we haven’t had a chance to meet. I’m Lance. It’s nice to finally meet you.” They shook hands.

Some prophecies were left abandoned because they are too real to handle. Soon, we reached the place where the duel was taking place and as expected, the witch had an upper hand. Lance, in his wolf form, jumped and attacked the witch by pushing her away from Ivory while I managed to shoot an ice ball at her to slow her place down. She had fire in her veins that was too much to handle but since my wolf and my mana fused, I was able to blow better shots and powerful ones. I didn't give her time to breathe and kept shooting like she was the target. I would be rewarded to hit. I wanted to kill her at any cost. Well, she was an old hag and hardly left much life for her.

Behind them were countless Martial God and Martial Emperor insect soldiers. A major battle was about to erupt. This flickering altar would be turned into a bloody battlefield. “Kill them!” Andrius did not hesitate and plunged into the crowd. “Blaze Shatter Strike!” “Starry Fist!” ... Every move he used was a technique that Lance had taught him. Although St. Dmitri, Lloyd, and the insect soldiers were fierce, they were no match for Andrius, who had already reached the first Divine Step. They were forced to retreat repeatedly.

I would make sure to fight the offender and bring them to justice. I heard the leader of the council say, "Lucius won the fight," and I turned to face him when I noticed the pack warrior who Lucius had just defeated. His muscles tensed up as he murmured something in his ear. I heard the leader of the council remark, "You should get ready for the next fight, remember it's two per person, you can get the rest you want after the second fight," as I was about to approach him even though I knew whatever he said wouldn't be nice.

Fang reacted instantly, parrying and forcing me to step back. He grinned. “Slower than usual, your highness. Losing your edge?” I smirked. “You wish.” I shifted my stance and attacked. My sword struck against his in rapid succession, driving him back. But Fand was no ordinary opponent, he anticipated my every move, catching my blade in a lock and shoving me away with sheer strength. I barely had time to adjust before he came at me, pressing the advantage. A sharp arch of steel aimed for my shoulder - I ducked. His blade slashed past my ear.

“Fuck, no. He’s fighting back.” They burst through the trees, a battlefield of warriors already engaged with the Lycan prince ahead. Bodies litter the ground—his men, groaning and bleeding. The scent of burning flesh fills the air, an eerie glow cast from the silver weapons flashing in the dark. Lowell stands at the center of it all, his Lycan form towering over the rest. His red eyes gleam, muscles rippling, blood dripping from his claws. Nana clings to his back, her fingers gripping his fur.

What the hell was happening? Elder Lance took a step forward, he put his hand into his cloak and pulled out a long wooden flask filled with a viscous, purple liquid. Every wolf who saw him take it took a step back in shock, every wolf except their mates and Orion. “I am done playing games,” Lance said as he took a step forward and drank the liquid in the flash. The more he spoke, the more he began to grow, the more his face began to be wrecked in pain, “All of you will die,” he said, his voice filled with rage, “Including you, Aria.” he continued, “If the weavers want you, then you deserve to die.”

She took a long time to make up her mind before she finally said with unwavering determination,“ I accept your challenge, Erik.” The news of our impending duel quickly spread, drawing a crowd to the courtyard. I could feel the complexity of emotions swirling within her as we prepared for battle. As the fight began, it became evident that Maeve had acquired remarkable speed and agility during her time away from Hexon. She moved in a disappearing manner, her movements quick and unpredictable. It was as if the very shadows conspired to shield her from my reach. In contrast, I possessed special Lycan abilities. I could control fire and water, an ancient power passed down through generations. My

Heard his voice in her ear. "Fight," he whispered. She opened her eyes, unaware that they were closed in the first place, just in time to see Jen turn. Her hands released the rope and Emma fell, the wind rushing into her lungs like a waterfall. A gun discharged somewhere in the distance. And then the world went dark. Epilogue