Epic Battle Fantasy Lance Novels & Stories

I snap my gaze to him just in time to see him pointing past the battlefield. The enemy reinforcements have arrived. A second wave of rogues and enforcers pours in, more organized than the first. They carry weapons designed to kill lycans—silver-tipped spears, blessed blades. I growl. Aries surges forward, his fury crackling through me like lightning. "We end this," I say. Caspian grins. "Finally." The battlefield becomes a blur of movement. Aries and I are one, shifting, striking, dodging.

she devilishly mutters. "No, I don't think it would be necessary. [Getting up he heads to the nearby window hands behind his back. Clenched fist he speaks up.] They will resist his choice of a mate and eventually turn on each other like the animals they're, we just have to sit and wait..." "Our victory is edging ever closer... We will make him beg for mercy, he will regret stabbing us in the back..." She concluded with a smirk on her face. Lance's cold grey eyes remained glued at the view from his window observing the borderline between the two territories, contemplating and visualizing his greatest desire of defeating his arch enemies.

He spun around theatrically, holding the crowd of timid townspeople in the palm of his hand, “For her mate - her chosen one is Rocco Valence! Or as you know him, the orphan of the last whore to get her throat slit on these cobbles.” The crowd mumbled and whispered together, checking the perimeter I saw Selene’s blonde sisters hovering nearest to the cage. Adam, the one from the photographs was nowhere to be seen, I’d rather know where that sneaky fucker was before it all kicks off. Wicknace then suddenly threw the axe at us with a strength that was surprising considering his fat, ancient age. As we separated to avoid the spinning blade the three of them shifted. Jimmy and Julien were huge, w

“You crossed a line.” I glared at him. He didn’t flinch. “Dexter,” he continued, voice steady. “You’re a Lance. And whether you like it or not, Lyre is our Princess — not someone we get to… pursue.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off. “You’re not some rookie soldier. You’re a Lance.” He tapped my chest. “Start acting like one. War could break out any minute. Silverfang, Ashmore, the Veyr Kingdom, maybe all three of them… we have no idea what’s coming.”

he said. *** Prince Lance I was never been in a great battle before. My experience in sword fighting is only when my father trains us. Now, I realized the difference between the training and the real fight. I never thought this day would come that I will be using my SWord for the real fight. I could feel the adrenaline rush as I escape from the attacks of my opponents. I love the way my body reacts to this fight. My arms move like they have their minds. The sound of clenching swords makes me sick. But I understand the significance of survival. The mighty survives. Sorry for those who will die.

While she had not fallen off of her horse; her lance had not broken at all. Lynnette may have had less skill when it came to riding horses, and although she had never used a lance before; she did know how to hold heavier objects for longer lengths of time. So Valarie may have had the advantage of horse riding, but not when it came to keeping her lance at the right hight, and position. Thanks to this, her lance had narrowly hit Lynnette's shoulder and bounced clean off. Leaving Lynnette the winner.

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

"Go! I signaled my pilot to fly the girl and the medical team away, and I remained behind to deal with the soldiers. I had already mindlinked my beta and asked him to send the military force in case a war were to begin. I am a Lycan. I am the strongest of all, so killing all those men singlehandedly was a piece of cake for me, but still, I chose to involve my military. I knew sending back the corpses of his men would only humiliate him more because he would be left wondering why his a hundred and something men were defeated by a single person. "What brought you to my kingdom?" I asked as more of the troop trooped closer to me.

We knew we needed to put our grudges on the side and work together to win. In a frenzy of fierce clanks and swings of weapons which whooshed left, right and centre around me, I caught a glimpse of Thersar, who was boosting up the spirits of Nexelex, who seemed to have run out of steam and enthusiasm to carry on with the fight. The next moment, I saw Thersar falling on his knees. The flash of light revealed that one of the Macabantran demons stole the chthonic lance from one of our fallen warriors and swiftly stabbed it into Thersar’s back, piercing him through to his chest. Everything happened in a second. I couldn’t follow every action as I was overly focused on fighting off the demons who