Lance X Keith Novels & Stories

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.

I couldn’t understand anything from what she was saying. “Ayla, please come as soon as possible,” Xander said. I wasn’t sure whether I was on speaker or he took the phone from her. “What happened?” I asked, already getting up and motioning for Loana to get up too. “Keith got badly hurt and the doctor doesn’t think he can survive his wounds. We thought that maybe you can help him out.” My eyes went wide upon hearing that. “I’m coming!” I said, quickly hanging up. “What’s going on?” Loana asked me.

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

I just smiled at him sadly because I feel so tired right now that I can't even move my lips. "It's time, they're all gone," Kendrick said in a voice full of hope. Maybe if there's anything good had happened to me in this place for almost a year, it's probably meeting Kendrick. He's kind and caring to me, that I can't help but wonder if he's Benjie's legitimate son. Kendrick always gives me water and food secretly, he also helps me escape this place but all of our plans didn't work out. Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for Kendrick, he's only fourteen and he was surrounded by barbaric murderers, though they like to call themselves werewolf hunters.

Dean: “This is Kai’s symbol.” I said, looking at the drawing on the wall. It was his symbol. A phoenix. He often said that he believed that he was one. The more he died, emotionally, I mean, he became stronger. It was the main reason why he had it as his first tattoo when we were younger, claiming it as his symbol. The fucked up bastard drew it with Theodore’s blood. “Wasn’t Kai dead?” Lyov asked, frowning in confusion. “The man was shot by you.”

Keith pauses for a moment and looks around at the chieftains. The scent of dominance fills the air as they nod at him. “Give them something to remember us by,” Keith says. My Lycan bares his teeth in a savage grin. We’re coming for you, Clare, he vows. Hold on.

"Like I was saying, thanks for trusting us with your secret. I am honored to fight alongside both Alpha Keith and you. I would also like to think of Lance for his tough love. Even though Keith looked like he wanted to beat your ass a few times, you helped her become a better fighter." "I wouldn't go that far. All he did was make her fight three warriors simultaneously," Keith said while rolling his eyes. I placed my hand in his, and he looked at me. "Don't be that way. You know you're the one that has been helping me the most, Baby," I said, putting a smile on his face.

His puppet-like state will be over in a few seconds and no one will be able to tell the difference, not even Keith himself. Lance had rejected me in front of the entire court and I’d never forgotten my humiliation. But then he’d brought me back into his life again to keep me away from Ace. In doing so, he’s given me the perfect opportunity to have my revenge. He had no idea what was coming his way.

But the Blackthorn prophecy resided tight around his neck like a chain forged in hellfire, chains that had to be acknowledged before they could be broken. “Tell them dawn,” he finally told them. “I’ll attend them at dawn.” “They won’t like waiting.” “They don’t like breathing either, yet they persist.” Marcus’s grimace broke into what might have been a smile, something of a grin on that weathered face. “Your father would have” “My father is dead.” Kael turned and suddenly his coat shook in the wind, snapping. “The dead do not have opinions.”

AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed hoping Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was around. He was the most feared guy in our city. He was the quarterback in football and also a genius in each and every aspect. I knew and liked him since kindergarten. He was a very friendly kid back then but after his parents died in an accident he has been aloof. He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes.