Lance X Dot Novels & Stories

Lance spoke up, "You should leave." "No, I'm not leaving until I get some answers, and I'm not leaving without seeing Roxanne." Colton stated as he pulled his hand out of his pocket and glared Lance. The noirette was a bit taken aback, but as soon as he recovered, a mocking scoff left his lips. "Ha, the nerve." Colton's hand tensed and his hand balled into a fist, "What was that?" Lance glared, "The nerve you have is truly admirable. Not many people are as daring as you are."

“I knew you hurt her, Wade… but not like this. Not like some rabid animal. I despise you.” Her eyes glisten, but she blinks hard, refusing to let the tears fall here. Not in front of him. Not in this place. She lowers the phone, her voice razor-sharp. “How did you even get this?” Across the booth, Lance leans lazily against the leather seat, his glass of whiskey untouched. That dangerous half-smile spreads across his face, devilish and deliberate. “I have my ways,” he says simply, his voice silk over steel. She looks at Lance, eyes wide, breath heavy.

"Chill, bro, I just wanted to see if she wanted to do something…." "Dude, read the room." Lance admonished as he stepped in between us when I made a move for the idiot's neck. "Look, look, look, I'm wearing new kicks; they have this badass suede design on the sides." I think Lancelot had too much sugar. What the hell was he saying? "It's a bitch getting blood out of suede, so why don't you just run along home, kid, and live to die another day." Shit, now he's James Bond.

After two days in the hospital where the Lance’s specialist, also a Chrone in one of the Magean tribes, had fed him several dangerous looking liquids to boost up his healing and energy without having to feed, he was discharged to go home and rest well…and do an actual feeding for the sake of his health. Lance looked fine on the outside but he was weaker than normal and his healing was slow. The bullet wound was an angry red spot on his chest that refused to subside and X-rays showed the presence of scar tissues inside his chest as well. Those potions and antidotes could only do so much. “Why don’t you take a shower first and I’ll get dinner ready?” I told him a bit nervously. “Sanaya,” Lance

So, it tracked, and that combined with the fact the had no scent, something that should have been impossible to do; only a higher power could do that as I knew of no creature that could completely mask its smell. I made a fist, and punched straight out, releasing a small gust of wind. As I did it became tinged with black veins, and I saw small flames begin to dance on it. It slammed into the target and lit it on fire, while simultaneously squeezing it with thin black bands. Then a slim silver light began pushing against it, away from the target, it created a half an inch space between them. Lance was standing next to me, sweat beading on his forehead as he concentrated, his eyes locked on th

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.

The small boat had already pulled alongside the Enterprise, and several masked men began climbing up fast, moving like they had done this before. Lance reached Ragnar just as Ragnar staggered slightly, grabbing the railing for balance. “I’m fine,” Ragnar muttered, but his voice was already slower, heavier. “You’re not fine,” Lance said, grabbing his arm to steady him. “We need to—” Another thwip sound. Lance felt something hit his side. He froze. Slowly, he looked down and saw the dart stuck in his shirt. “Oh… shit,” he whispered. He pulled it out immediately, but he already felt it,.his arms getting heavy, his legs not responding fast enough, his vision slightly blurring around the edges.

“The Banshee did that?” Lance Armistice said contemplatively from across the cluttered desk. The hard-nosed trainee captain, after listening patiently to Allen’s retelling of Morose’s story, roughly stroked the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. Although not the giant that Frank Brunes was nor as beefy as some of the other Hunters, Lance possessed an appearance of constant agitation, which made him difficult to approach.

Lance came into view and said loud enough for everyone to hear, 'Mine. It all became a blurry of shouts and expression of surprise and suddenly black dots filled my head and I blacked out.

Dax’s POV “She’s going to be a problem, Alpha. A big one.” Lance’s voice was calm, measured, the way it always was before delivering bad news. He stood near the window of my private chambers, arms crossed, his silver eyes reflecting the moonlight that spilled through the glass like liquid mercury. I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I grabbed another bottle of suppressant from the drawer, uncorked it, and took a long, bitter gulp. The liquid burned down my throat like liquid fire, but it did almost nothing to dull the ache.