Lancaster Rwby Novels & Stories

People were starting to arrive and some tried unsuccessfully to hold their laughter when they saw me. I wouldn’t let that bother me. I’ve got a good project and that’ll definitely get me to be an anchor of LittleWood Reports. Mr. Lancaster can’t say no. “I’m sorry, Taylor. But no,” said Mr. Lancaster while flipping pages on his clipboard. What? Mr. Lancaster was in charge of the studio. A short balding man that spoke like he just came down from a roller coaster ride, had a penchant for wearing the color red and reminded me of an elf with his pointy ears. I’d gone to see him immediately the bell for lunch rang.

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"I know." The fairy Lars remembered as Roxanne landed near him. In her hand was a wand that still crackled with yellow - hued electricity. Lars found her blue sparkly wings were much more beautiful up close. The glitters on the wings were like twinkling stars and formed to create sharp lines of zig - zag patterns. Roxanne pulled out an enerlock from her chic sling bag and waited until the water sphere dispersed to absorb the silverstream. Lars hadn't seen this sight for a while so he was once again, entranced by the surging silver fireflies that passed before him.

Even though they desired perfection, they also wanted things to happen quickly. Moments elapsed, transforming into minutes and eventually into hours. Both the coronation and the mating ceremony were completed. As everyone was thanking them, the assistant council leader appeared on stage and held a megaphone. He cleared his throat before speaking. Alpha Bryan, the assistant leader of the werewolf council, interrupted. "As we all know, the rightful heir of the werewolf council is Lucius, and we have all concluded that we will let him take over as the leader of the werewolf council, and he will be taking over all that belongs to his father," he said. A shocked expression appeared on everyone's

I see her standing to the side by herself, looks like Gregory just left her there while he prances his mate around. I walk up to her " Hey Randa, I'm so happy you're here." " Well I had to come and see my girl, and look at you looking one hundred percent better than the birthday skank." she laughed and gave me a side hug. We just stood there watching the party and drinking my personal favorite dandelion wine. We see Samara stalking towards us. " Aw look Ho Ho Ho" as she pointed to our husbands mates, " I thought it was a birthday party,not a Christmas party." we all three laughed.

"I didn't understand what the colors meant then." "And now?" Luka asked, studying the three wolves with their distinct auras. "The green one is Kenny—Shadow. The blue is Axel—Storm. And the red one in the middle is me—Ruby." Her finger traced the outline of the center wolf reverently. "I drew us together before I even knew we were meant to be a triad." Luka picked up the drawing of the shadowy figures. "And these?" Lilly frowned slightly. "That one's still unclear. They don’t feel... threatening somehow. Like they're watching, waiting for something." She shivered involuntarily. "Maybe they're connected to the darkness the prophecy mentioned. Or something else I just don’t know."

She paused as she suddenly recalled something, " wait, what did you say his name was again?" Angelica smacked her lips together, "Lancaster. Christopher Lancaster." Lily's mouth instantly dropped open. In New York there are only 2 other names that stand toe to toe with Allard, Lancaster and Larkin. "Girl!!?" She squealed and Angelica nodded knowingly, and they both burst into laughter. "I'm happy for you." She squealed and reached across the table to give Angelica a hug. "Thank you. And I am happy for you." Lily raised her brows and Angelica did the same. "What? You look good and bubbly this morning."

“And seated closest to you is Lancer.” Lancer is the smallest of the entire group, and by small, I mean he’s still over six feet and heavily muscled. He’s gone for the more formal dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up look. Unlike the others, he has close-cropped sandy hair and, as if to make up for that, a massive beard. “Now, can we do gifts?” Honestly, Ransom is so excited that he’s like a kid on Christmas morning, shifting in his chair and fidgeting with his fork until eggs go flying across the table.

"Now that wasn't very nice Lee. I thought we were all adults here. What do you have to say for yourself?" I grit my teeth and sneer at him. "You're never going to get away with this Lancaster. Damon will find you and not only end you but your plan!" He cuts me off with more laughter. I can't wait to see him when Damon's hand is around his throat. Let's see him laugh then. I notice something moving in the window and try not to react, so I don't alert Lancaster. A second look makes me realize it's a familiar large raven body. Torrance! I work hard on not changing my body language or expression. I need to keep Lancaster talking.

Lancaster threatened loudly and viciously, his eyes wandering about the calm water, his steps quickening, pacing the shore. The whistles hung on his chest, and the wolves were tossing back and forth on the shore as Lancaster moved. The water on the shore was churning with their white claws, the deep blue water floated up the yellow sand at the bottom of the lake. "F.uck! ! !" Lancaster shouted irritably at the tranquil water. But no matter what he said, there was no response. My shoulders relaxed against the tree trunk behind me, and if I weren't hiding now, I would laugh out loud.