Lancelot Fate Go Novels & Stories

Chapter 28 Lycan Cyril “Come on in.’’ I beckoned grudgingly, settling my gaze on Lance's shoes as he approached. “It's the same for every other young man in the kingdom.’’ He reported with his head bowed. “So there was no razing at all last night? Not even one percent?’’ I asked, amused. “Not at all.’’ Lance answered. “Blessed fuck!’’ I exclaimed underneath my breath. Just what exactly could have happened last night? “Tell me all that you remember.’’ I demanded Lance. Apparently, he was the leader of the troupe who messed with Alessia last night. That constituted my nark towards him, even though I knew too well that he couldn't be blamed. ‘‘Uh..I um…I really can't remember clearly….’’ “Tell

So, I took the leap. “Yes,” I said. “I’m ready to leave-" The door behind us busted open. I spun around too slowly. Jared came lunging in, blood streaming down his face. A dagger was lodged in the side of his head, crooked and horrifying, but somehow, he was still moving. Still alive. With a roar, he surged forward, the blade in his hand aimed straight for Kael’s neck. “Kael!” I screamed. Kael moved fast, too fast for a dying man to match. He caught Jared mid-lunge, twisted his arm until a bone cracked, and slammed him against the wall.

He looked away toward the dais where the High Oracle, an ancient woman with cataract-clouded eyes, stood beside Bianca, who knelt before the slumped, dying queen on her throne. “Brothers and sisters of Camelot,” Kael’s voice carried across the hall. “We stand at the edge of a cliff. To the west, the Lycan King Darius gathers his forces. His shadow already touches our borders, and war is no longer a rumor.” A ripple of fear went through the crowd. "To protect this pack," Kael continued, "I need to be strong. And my pack needs a strong queen. Tonight, I choose my Luna.” I took a step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. Choose us. We can be strong together.

I said. "Valeria, you're here, Sigil, how did you find her?" Jack asked him. "Later Jack, first we have to deal with Killian," Sigil responded. These people are so confident in themselves. I decided to release into the air the spell I had with me as my killer and final move but the vial was knocked to the ground by Jack. "How did you-" I did not finish my sentence when I felt a warm spread on my abdomen. Raising my head I saw that Jack had already successfully planted his sword on my abdomen and I was bleeding out.

Why, because Lancelot is a villain only in the beginning and he will die so everything will be swept under the rug? Then try becoming Lancelot yourself. My long sigh trembled. Like Lancelot, I was also gradually fuming from all the thoughts of Lancelot’s fate becoming mine. I am fortunate enough to escape death, which happened barely a few months ago, and now I was fed with another horrific fact about Lancelot himself. Makes me remember why he is a villain in the first place.

“No I don’t like this place, if people stay here for a long time they will die” "Who told you that?" He asked "Yesterday my friend Farouk died, that’s why I told you to get used to not seeing me in the morning" "Who told you about Farouk’s death?" He asked "I saw the ward boys taking his body yesterday. Will I ever go back home?” "Don’t worry, nothing will happen to you, you will come back home soon" His eyes were already full of tears, he didn’t want to lose him, he is all he has.

Draco blurted out hurriedly, sensing the impatience in his brother's tone. Lancelot couldn't help but chuckle, though it was tinged with a hint of bitterness. "That he-goat? How many times have I warned you not to trust his words? He's a dim wit!" Draco sighed, his voice trembling slightly. "Our father had a connection with a widow many years ago. He banished her to protect his secret, and she placed a curse on him. The same curse hangs over you as well." Lancelot's laughter died in his throat, replaced by a wave of solemnity. This was serious, not some jest or prank. How could he be paying for his father's mistakes? Even when he hates his father with every fibre of his being?

Another cursed under his breath. Lancelot let them murmur for a moment before he spoke again. “Their deaths are to remain within this room. The humans must not panic. We will control the story.” An elderly Beta, one of the council, leaned forward. “Alpha Lancelot, about the humans’ deaths, if they were killed by rogues…” “They were not,” Lancelot interrupted sharply. “They died of illness. That is what their families will be told.” The finality in his tone was unyielding. His gaze flicked briefly to Raymond, not as a father, but as a leader measuring his successor’s reaction.

They were also aiming for Sachin’s Land Rover. Lancelot was quick with his blade and his swings were powerful. With every swing, he managed to send one of his opponents flying. However, Lancelot’s swing was suddenly blocked off by someone. There was a loud ‘clang’ and Lancelot felt his thenar webspace go numb. A large force sent him stumbling backward. “Who is it?” Lancelot stabilized himself before looking up ahead to see Dean Young standing there, looking apathetic as he brandished two blades. “Double Blade Dean!”

Lopo was already visibly delirious with his distress and ran towards me quickly as he spouted the bullshit from between his lips. When his hand was about to touch my wrist, Silas grabbed his hand violently as had done before. "Everyone, today's banquet ends here." While everyone was still stunned by the revelations, I stood on the front stage of the banquet hall and announced the end of the big drama that I had spent so long carefully plotting. The next day, the gossip from the night before had spread throughout the packs, the riveting story of how Alpha Lopo's Fated Mate was actually a half-witch who had poisoned his wife of three years and framed her for the deed.