Epic Battle Fantasy Lance Novels & Stories

ability, healing them at a rate of 200 HP per second. [Undying Commander- Epic Rank] [Aura Type] As I studied the details of this skill, it became clear that Lance's strengths were now firmly rooted in his ability to lead and inspire his troops, rather than in individual accomplishments. "His skills are more centred toward commanding an army, and not meant for individual heroics," I mused, a sense of recognition dawning upon me. Indeed, the young man I had once known seemed to have undergone a profound transformation. The haughty, self-assured demeanour I had witnessed had given way to a more focused, disciplined approach – one that prioritized the collective power of his forces over persona

But this would also scatter the defenders' focus—just as her father once used a battle flag as bait to buy time for a flank attack. "But what about your safety?" "My hide's tougher than crocodile scales," Lance said. "Besides, if I die, you'll carry my banner—the daughter of Alpha Bentley can handle that, right?" he added. True to his style, Lance initiated the attack at midnight. Drums roared, horns blared. The Western Tribes and Dragon Ash wolves never expected another assault so soon. Crossbows fired and archers took position, but while the defenders had bonfires blazing on the battlements, Lance's forces remained hidden in the dark.

Dante whispered, craning his neck to look at the feather while trying not to get too close to me. Suddenly the feather straightened up, hopped out of my hand, and began moving about in front of us, as if it was a quill, writing in the air. Once it drew its last invisible letter, it stilled, then burst into flames. I watched open-mouthed, as the letters it wrote began appearing in the air in front of us in a strange shiny shimmer. Carrie is to compete in the Tournament for Alpha King. Let the games begin. I wish you fair days.

She was transitioning into a vampire. I ran over to her, cutting down every vampire that was close to her with my sword and pushed others away with the swipe of my arm, while Drake and Amy fended off more of The Outsiders that came close. Pandemonium as everywhere in the room as werewolves and vampires fought valiantly against The Outsiders. “Leila,” I said calmly, inching closer. “It’s me, Lance.” “Stay away from me!” she yelled, beyond all reason, her eyes wild. “You can’t have her!”

"Say, Light, no matter how I look at him, this man only looks like someone oridnary to me. What’s with all the fuss?" If Lance, a Rank 2 Evolved One, could identify Lucas’ realm, the sky had to be falling down. "I asked you to shut up, Lance. Hurry up and shut up!” At this moment, Light had already cursed all of Lance’s ancestors and thought, ‘Don’t drag me down with you if you really want to die so much.’ At this moment, the gene martial artists in the main hall were exhilarated. It would be a waste to miss out on such a good show.

"I will make you pay!" Lance yelled with wide red eyes. It was all happening too fast. There were flashes of light and sparks as the witches attacked us with their spells. Elena was around the corner laughing at how Lance tried to shield me. "You can't if you are dead!" One of the two witches who were with us screamed. She stretched out her hand towards Lance and he dropped on his feels, forced to look up at the ceiling as blood began to pour out of his nostrils and ears.

He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies. He came at her with a knife, an evil gleam in his eyes.She twisted and turned, kicking her legs . Madchen managed to land a blow to Jason’s chest, enraging him, This earned her a fierce punch to the face. She felt the blood streaming from her nose, down her chin, dripping to the floor.

"Who are you?" The lady smiled. "My name is Maureen Moore." *** Anticipate. Title: Thralldom Tamara and setel are twins borne of the outcast clan. They survived beyond the pastures of the moire clan at the time when the kingdoms of Arisee and Izha stood against their brother clan Adar the re-known outcast clan. A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors.

Yes, everyone who rode the Wyvern was a Sorcerer just like him, after all. In just a few seconds, he had arrived at the centre of the battlefield, where the Lycans and were rampaging. SLASH! SLASH! DING! CRASH! Clash after the crash between two opposing armies was heard. With just one strike, the Lycans and Knights injured the army of the Diamond Duchy until they could no longer fight back. They cut off their hands, feet and sometimes their necks cleanly, and then continued forward.

The old king was so gone in madness that he had ripped the head of a visiting dignitary clean from his shoulders. Her mother had loved to tell that tale at the hearth, when it had been time for the prey shifter children to sleep. She told of the handsome young Lycan rising against his father. How he had ripped into shift on a moonless night, taking on the berserker form, and defeated the old king in single combat. Whenever her mother would tell of it, Cassidy felt as if she were there, fighting alongside the young prince. Her mother had made the story so detailed that Cassidy could believe she had witnessed it herself.