Lance X Walter Novels & Stories

It was just strange that he was submitting to me without me doing more than shove him into a tree. “He’s part of our pack, Luna,” a familiar voice called out. “Why are you calling her Luna?” Alex questioned out of breath. Alex is here? I turned my head and looked behind me. Trooper Bryant stood, though not in uniform, with all his piercings and arm tattoos on display. Next to him, trying to catch his breath, was Alex. “I told you to stay back at the house, boy. Are you deaf or just too dumb to do what a trooper tells you?” Bryant rolled his eyes.

And then, there is no more time for prayers. Marius is waiting. He’s like a dark specter in the swaying grass and he’s flanked by ten of his men. The moonlight paints his skin a sickly white, and reflects off the threads of grey in his dark hair, which is tied at the nape of his neck. A man on one side of him is holding a box. On his other side is a large man with scars all over his face and neck. Behind him, there is an army that vastly outnumbers the Northlands Wolves, their silver star sigils glinting in the ghostly light.

Beta Lockhart said. “Greetings Alpha Rich, Beta Lockhart. This is Alpha Shane of the Dark Moon pack and I am his Beta, Mave,” she said. “It’s lovely to meet you,” Beta Lockhart said. “It’s a pleasure to be here,” Mave said. “Please follow our Delta, Delta Welch inside. He will escort you into the packhouse and down to the war room,” Beta Lockhart said. “My Warriors will stay outside and I will only take my Beta and my Gamma,” I said.

But not enough. Maybe I need a stronger dose. I will survive, right? Sending a mind link, I let my voice thunder through the connection. "3.0 WSL by tomorrow." "But—" I cut the link off, dropping onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. Those gray eyes haunt me again. I curse under my breath. I will let you go, Butterfly. I will finally let you go. — Somewhere in No Man’s LandRestricted Area A cloaked figure strides through the dark forest—where no sane man dares to step. He hums a tune to himself, his pace slow yet confident, as if the very shadows bend to his will.

Rosalyn spoke in such a calm tone, repeating her words, balancing herself despite the shaking ground. Elias stepped in front of me instinctively. Xavier’s wolf exploded forward, gold bleeding into his irises, dominance slamming into the floor so violently even Elias staggered. “Valerie,” he gritted out, voice low, feral, lethal. “Behind me. Now.” But I couldn’t move. Because her power, Lisa’s power, rolled through me like ice water and wildfire intertwined, crawling up my spine, into my lungs, into the marrow of my bones.

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”

we have assigned ten soldiers to be the captain of each platoon. "Well, it is unfortunate that I still haven't found her though," Walter stated and shrugged his shoulders. We both chuckled. Walter is one of the private first classes that I became close to. He never underestimated me even though I am just a woman who had been allowed to join in the military. I was still a private before until I pushed myself to rank up. "Have you been to the coronation of the Alpha King?" After a moment of silence, he asked as he finished his meal.

I had never seen any tattoos on Lance's hands until now. "This stupid goddamned vessel is trying to fight back," He said. "Who are you?" I asked. "If you are not Lance, what have you done to him?" "Hey girl, thought you wish for who has been sending you those pretty cute envelopes to surface? Oh, I need to give you credit for still standing before me when you should be on your heel," He chuckled. His voice had turned darker. He didn't sound like Lance. "I am Lance. Lance Turner, captain of the swim team and the golden boy in Mystic Academy, well after Vesper," He snarled.

"This kid's a martial prodigy. If he gets the chance to go on the offensive, not one of us can stand against him!" Scarlett smirked. "I don't care how talented he is. He's still going to die." Walter's face twisted into a grimace, but he ignored his injuries. He traded blow for blow with Andrew, every strike rattling his insides and leaving his organs burning in pain. As the Driscoll family's Shadow Division commander, a man who lived and breathed for ambushes and killings, Walter had perfected his grasp of combat flow. He pushed himself past his limits, determined to pin down Andrew and smother his offense.

"Think of what you’re getting into. I’ve got bad blood with too many people, and Dylan's mother is related to some underground forces from Gin City. They might come looking for me soon. Are you still willing to work for me under such circumstances?" Unexpectedly, Walter nonchalantly replied, "Since when am I, Walter Lamington, ever afraid of death? When I was fighting with you, I understood the difference between our strengths after I vomited blood as a result of your assault, but I never gave in and stood my ground till I nearly died. I’ve made up my mind before I came to fight you, knowing that either you or me has to go." Walter paused before he added, "I just didn't expect that you’d spa