Lance Novels & Stories

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

I despised being the bearer of bad news. “Do you need help, Leo?” Anthony picked up his phone from the table. “I will be needing some of your men. Tag along, Anthony. I want to take out the men of Vogar. But no bloodshed. I’ve had enough with that.” Anthony’s brow raised. “I doubt it’s possible to tame the animals without spilling blood.” “If it isn’t possible. We’ll create that positivity. Get me clothes.” Anthony strolled to the walk-in closet. In just seconds, he returned with a pair of trousers and a short sleeve shirt. He handed them to the beast. “I will get my men and cars ready,” Anthony stormed away.

It was a "Cage of Logic." "We’re in range," Lucas whispered, looking out the lead-glass porthole. He held up a "Disruptor-Lance"—a spear made of the same "Dissonance-Crystal" that had shattered the Glass-Walkers. "If we hit the 'Master-Node,' the whole grid should unspool. But the kickback is going to send us flying into deep space. We don’t have enough steam to get home."

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"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Grabbing the arm chair, Lance sat down and decided to check the appointments out one by one. Daniel and I just stood behind him. As he touched the mouse, a red laser light showed for a second and disappeared almost immediately. "Did you guys see that?..." Lance asked. Before we could reply, Upgrade did!. "Welcome Lance Sterling..." My breath caught and my heart froze, we all waited, expecting the computer to go on defensive mode and lockdown. Even Lance and Daniel were in shock. "I don't get it, it's supposed to block us out right now!." Daniel explained.

Between the boisterous cheers of the crowd, the announcer called the next fighter. "Next is Death himself, Luc!!!" He hollered. Wondering who'd have such a name, I turned my head in time to see him walking into the ring. My heart dropped. Lucian. Jake's eyes flew to the ring. "Shit". He cursed. "Come on. Let's go". He tried pulling me but my feet were stuck to the spot. "Trust me. You don't want to see what's gonna happen". He said but I didn't register his words.

Maze's "Gab! C'mon! You can't be like this! Haven't you learned your lesson?" Mark and I were waiting for Top outside the bar when we heard Mike scolding a drunk Gab. Kevin and Mike are helping each other to carry him as he is too drunk that he can't even walk properly and just keeps on muttering incoherent words. I looked at Mark and he seemed worried but not about Gab but Mike. I can see Mike and Kevin having a hard time carrying him as he was a big guy.

he said with a smile, “and I you. Ye are a gifted lass.” Lance possessively resting his hand over mine brought me back to the situation; as well as to the fact that there were others in our company. I knew that he was aware that my reaction to Anton wasn’t one of fear or revulsion and I probably should have left my hand under his as a sign of affection and assurance, but I was still too annoyed with him. So, as inconspicuously as possible, I pulled it away. The look of hurt and worry in his dark eyes showed his concern even though his body language and pattern of speech did not. “Anton has the ability to teleport,” Lance ex