Lance Novels & Stories

Lance's neck and face were red with anger, there was also blood on his right fist. "Fuck you! Don't make the mistake of approaching my cousin's wife again, I might kill you!" Lance said angrily. Lucy helped Thyro to his feet, his lip bleeding from a blow from Lance hitting him. Lance violently turned on me, causing me to back away in fear. His eyes were glaring as if he would lick me alive. "L-Lance..." I was trembling and scared again.

This shocks me, as I’ve heard that Lycans aren’t exactly known for their restraint. Zane’s grin falters, just slightly, as Legion shifts back into his human form. He stands in the middle of the pit, breathing heavily, blood staining his hands, but very much alive. His eyes scan the crowd, and when they land on Zane, they narrow. Zane didn’t expect him to shift back. I step closer to Zane, my anger barely contained. “Surprised?” Zane’s mask slips for a second, fear flickering in his eyes, but he quickly recovers, smirking again. “Not at all. Just … impressed.”

The more Malachi hurts me, the more I am going to make her pay for every single pain and suffering I had to go through. The door opens up and I spring up from the bed. An angry sigh leaves my mouth when I see who it is. “The alpha demands your presence in the torture chamber” My heart skips a beat, he wants me back in that place? I thought we were done? He let me out so why.. “Is he…. “Do not waste the alpha’s time” Lance says before turning around and walking out of the room. When I have my position back, I am going to make all of them pay for making a mockery of me. They know me, I will never forgive them.

I declared. Kent’s attention was back on me. He lifted his hands. I saw one of his nails transform into a long, curved, sharp shape. He touched my cheeks with this nail. His touch left traces of heat as he trailed down to my neck. I swallowed because I realized I had forgotten to breathe and he moved along with the movements of my throat.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

he said with a fit and pushed his way into the room like he owned it. “ Sure, come on kiddo,” Malcolm said sarcastically as he shut the door behind him. Lance set the food down on the desk and turned to me. His eyes landed on the fresh mark which looked like a heart-shaped trident, and his eyebrows nearly climbed off his face. “ For real? Everything seems to be happening so fast. This Is quite interesting.” His gaze went back and forth between me and Malcolm and then in his typical demeanor without asking a lot of questions, he simply accepted the situation with a shrug.

David was a sad champ, a mess, and an academic genius. By genius, I mean an A+, no effort type of a genius. He is that child that every parent kneels and prays to God to have. You know them, those that society admires. And are held closest to heart. But he was still human.

Lance was not only out of her league, but he was also a spin doctor. Without looking in his direction, Annalise felt Lance coming towards them. It was hard to miss all that tension. She turned her head and met his gaze, and she did not at all try to disguise her anger. He looked extremely tense and became almost pale when he saw Annalise shaking slightly her head. Let him stew! ‘Lance Hamilton, you are so damn lucky I like your mom. Otherwise, I would have called you out in front of everybody,’ her gaze was saying to him.

I just didn’t want to believe it. After all, the closer we get, the more likely we will be hit by the arrows. Then it hit me. We have no weapons. How are we meant to kill them? Lance had read my mind. He reached down into one of the dead bodies and to my disgust he pulled out the arrow from the body. “These are our weapons.” He passed me the arrow he had just got. As he let go, I almost instantly dropped it. The blood, it was all other my hand. It's so thick and slimy. How can I use this as a weapon…

Lance closed his eyes with thoughts in his mind. So these how I die, without doing anything or revenge my parents. A tear drop rolls down his cheek. "Bang! bang! bang! The sounds of gun shot echos the air however lance did not feel any pain or feel the drop of blood. He opens his eyes. An image of a man on top hat on a black suit and a trench coat, his red eyes gleaming in the dark holding a cigar and a gun standing at the door. The man from before begins to walk towards lancelot.