Epic Battle Fantasy Lance Novels & Stories

Lance- let's I growl as I push our legs faster, trailing Zena's scent. Tiff and Clayton soon flank me. Lance- how many Zena. I am picking up three rogue scents, but I always double-check. Zena- three Lance. The pup is unconscious. Hurry, they are fast.

She stumbled for show, then straightened, chin high, lips split in that feral, fuck-you grin that made cocks hard and wiser men reach for guns. Lance, my beta, loyal on paper, idiot in practice leaned forward like a dog spotting steak. “Wow,” he breathed, awe dripping. “So that’s the Viper.” I turned my head slow and he froze, throat bobbing but he was clearly happy to finally see her. His worship irritated me more than her suicide stunt. Men like Lance romanticize legends, legends become hesitation and hesitation becomes graves. He was my beta. I should trust him but I didn’t... not when it comes to his cunning legend.

That was also a reason why the Hillguard Gang was slightly weaker than Serpent Hall in most aspects. Lance clenched his fist, producing a surge of spiritual energy that revealed him to be a level two warrior king. "I'll make you regret laying a hand on my people!" Lance was a ruthless person who preferred not to waste his breath. He charged straight at Severin in the blink of an eye and punched Severin directly in the chest without holding back. "Hmph. Who do you think you are?" Severin let out a cold snort, clenched his fist, and enveloped it with some spiritual energy before punching his opponent.

The last was a man standing tall with spiky dark pink hair and was wearing a red and black dress and a cape on his back. They where the rest of the elite four, Bruno, Agatha, and Lance. They were carefully looking at the screen which displayed both Lauren and Lorelei on the screen and their interaction. Agatha "Lance boy, who do you think is gonna win?" Lance "I have no idea, I know how Lorelei battles but this Lauren guy is full of mystery all his battles and completely different battle style, it looked like he was coming up with a strategy on the go, these kind of trainers are the hardest to deal with"

I inch back slightly and bump into Lyra. "You can't run." Lyra looks at me. She's wrong, I can, I can run and far if I want. I proved I can run fast. I'm not even listening to Kellan or Darius speaking. Everyone is staring at me. What happened to playing it low and not letting people know? What does this mean for the whole Luna battle? God, could they not have given me some warning? "She will continue." Darius looks at someone, and I hear him asking about how it will work.

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.