Lance X Dot Novels & Stories

Lance pulled his 9-millimetre quickly and removed the magazine, letting the bullets poured into the ground. He retrieved another magazine from his behind pocket and slam it into his gun. "Alright then..." He hits the hammer and fires repeatedly at the wolves causing them to drop weakly to the ground. The other magazine was loaded with silver bullets that weakens wolves and was the only option this time. "Hey, Kim, apply pressure, okay? You'll be fine" He heard Amanda telling his daughter and turned to see the two in the vehicle already. "Start the vehicle, Amanda!" "Where is Carl?" She asked loudly and Lance turned to see his brother getting torn apart by the rival wolves he was holding down

I remembered everything. They both looked at me, dumbfounded. "You do?" Lance asked, moving close to me. I felt something trickling down my nose, placing my hands on it, I flat my own hot blood. Immediately, I wiped it off. Lance saw it and he was everything but happy about it. "Why is she bleeding?" Lance asked Dorcas. They both never really got along well. "She is not supposed to–" "You said you knew what you were doing," Lance interrupted her.

I was about to say when the Damn bastard, Dante cut in again. "Reminds you of your mum. Not facially but the way she carries herself." Rage burned into my veins as I crushed the pen in my hand. "Shit! True, how could I have forgotten about that?" Maddox chuckled bitterly as he popped himself down on the sofa beside Dante. "You seriously should put a leash on your mouth or I would do it for you." I threatened Dante who scoffed, reaching for my cigarette pack on the desk. "You can threaten everyone, Lucien, but not us; we are your friends. We stopped fearing you, years back." Maddox laughed as he took a stick from the pack and lit it.

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 explained with a tone that didn’t in the least coordinate with his

Satisfied that I could be of more use elsewhere I left them to their work. Three four door trucks were filled with supplies and ready to roll out when Elijah and Candice came out of the clinic carrying six dart guns. Placing two in each vehicle Dr. Stevenson gave a word of caution “If possible don’t be too close to whatever you hit with one of these. There’s enough wolfbane in one of these darts to knock you out for days. It’s not a lethal dose but if any of you guys come in contact with it, you’re going to wish you hadn’t.”

It was familiar and yet not. My headache seemed to intensify, and I dropped my hand, a sudden realization reaching me. “Kael,” I called out, knowing he could hear me. “Send for the Pack doctor–” I paused, then corrected myself. “Send for Lance.” Lance was a private doctor, not under any oaths from the pack but directly serving me. Very few people knew of his existence or how many things he had done for me behind the scenes. He used to be a shadow guard but due to his gift in medical techniques, I sent him to be trained.

Lance repeated, slowly, as if he were talking to a foolish pup. As far as he was concerned, he was talking to a foolish pup. Humans were always young and naive, to Wolves. Nathaniel made a sound of disapproval. “Fine, I can give you his number-” Lance frowned and looked down at the scribbles on the paper. He’d just matched the symbols to the ones on the phone and pressed them in order, but he had no idea what they were called. He could count, of course, but explaining to Nathaniel that he couldn’t read or write would take much too long and he didn’t want Nathaniel to know that, anyway. It made a flush of shame rise in his gullet, thinking about telling the vet something like that.

Lyon groaned in agony as he smacked into his wall, smashing it and sending him flying. Luke had been providing information to Conrad all along. He was using his shadow element sparingly, despite the fact that it consumed a lot of mana. That's also why only a few of the arrows were correct. Slowly, as the dust settled, he climbed to his feet, brushing off the rubble. Lance felt a wave of hatred as he gazed down at himself. His clothes were absolutely wrecked. The pristine clothes he was wearing were ripped and strewn with debris. His robe was so tattered that he couldn't even wear it.

Standing in a loose circle, all stiff and focused, like something serious is happening. My stomach twists There’s something about the way they gathered in that open field that makes it feel like danger. Then my eyes catch Lance. Sitting on the hood of his black car, legs slightly apart, His white shirt is untucked, loose, the first three buttons undone. His forearms are inked, thick veins running down to his hands. He looks— God! Never seen him in white before. Mark is standing beside him, holding a tablet talking. Lance is just…listening.

I could not reach it; my both arms were constrained to her. Suddenly, tires screeched against the pavement. Lance’s car, a blue XUV, hurried out the parking lot with tremendous speed. It passed us and drove away. Kane came out next from the gate running. He was only a few meters away from us and he saw us along the road. He had the dagger in his hand. He stopped momentarily from running and stared at me.