Lance Novels & Stories

A smile ghosted over his lips, "I know." Gunnar was already getting rid of the black plastic wrapping around Luther who, considering the shallow rise and fall of his chest, was barely alive. My attention gravitated toward Ace, though. He stood, filling the entrance with his glove-clad hands balled at his sides and his jaw set in a hard line that could slice through flesh. His eyes were bloodshot with dark rings around them and his hair was tousled as if he had raked his fingers through the locks too many times.

Still, the rouges were laughing but the laughter soon stopped when Lanna's walking stick spun through the air and whacked the lead rogue down "You bitch" he spat before adding "kill her". The rogues all came forward as one, as me and Acre are about to run to her side a flash of silver spun through the air and we watch as Lanna spins and twists, cutting down the rogues, it almost as if she is doing a dance, one by one we see the rogues dropping, Acre leans into me "Did you know her walking stick was a sword? ha asks confused "Dude I didn't even know she had a walking stick, but she sure knows how to use it"

As the investigation into the serial killings continued, Miriam and Donovan received a briefing about the next potential target. According to their sources, the killer's sights were set on Senator Harrison Grant, a high-profile politician and close ally of former President Jameson Walker. Senator Grant was a well-known figure in the city's political landscape, having served as a senator for over a decade. He was a charismatic leader, known for his sharp wit and razor-sharp intellect. However, his rise to power had not been without controversy. Grant had been embroiled in several high-profile scandals, including allegations of corruption and cronyism.

I may look like I know what Lance’s doing but really, my head is filled with questions marks flying like butterflies. Lance quickly pulled this rectangle looking microphone, I don’t know what it’s called but I know most people on the internet use this for this specific stuff. “This one’s entitled Bulletproof.” He said and then strummed the guitar. I guess this was the intro of the song.

Both of them had fought on the ground alongside Valda's legion, their golden hair and spears glowing against the dark armour of Vince's army. Lance had just faced down four heavily armoured soldiers, when another dark soldier stabbed him in the back. The sword had gone right through to the other side of his chest, but he didn't fall, not yet. Instead he turned, with the sword still through his rib-cage, and managed to run the soldier through with his golden spear before he fell to his knees. Megan had kept on fighting until the last of Vince's men had been pushed out of Lady Valda's lands, when she realised her cousin was no longer beside her. She had ran back

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

he quickly said before she asked him any more questions. “A-Arthur s-sometimes scare m-me,” Amelia said in a very low voice which wasn’t difficult for Lance to hear. “Even though Arthur is scary, just know he can’t hurt you,” Lance assured. Amelia's eyes went wide with horror when she realized that Lance heard her perfectly well. "You heard me?" She couldn't help but ask. "One of my lycan abilities is that I have what you would call super hearing and this gives me the ability to hear things that humans wouldn't normally hear," Lance explained.

Swoosh— He pressed his fingers to Lance’s chest acupoint, trying to save his life. However, it was not very effective. Andrius then took out his versatile silver needles and attempted acupuncture. Alas, it was all in vain. Lance was deteriorating at an unstoppable speed. “It’s... no use...” Lance’s eyes flickered with a bright light, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. “I’ve... lived for a thousand years... It’s time for me... to go...

Upon hearing Laney's words, the expressions on Demarcus and his son's faces turned unsightly. However, they didn't say much. Lannon was a bit impatient and shouted at Laney, "Why waste time talking to them? Kill them first!" Laney remained silent and looked coldly at Demarcus and his son. Her eyes had a fierce look, and she swiftly released a chilling radiance from her right hand. The cold radiance twisted in the air, transforming into several ice spikes that shot toward Demarcus and his son like a storm of blossoms.

“What do you mean replacement for Lance?” “Lance backed out.” May answers. “What?! How could he?” Claudine raises her voice. “When?” “He reasoned about his sick wife so he quit this morning.” I answered. “Just like that? Such an asshole.” Claudine complains before she gasps dramatically, “So the Harry Scott is replacing Lance Hartley?” “Yes.” I answered. “There is no absolute way that happened.” Claudine commented. “From a ten to a thousand real quick!” May laughs playfully, “It’s just insane when I found about who Harry really is. Lance who?”