Lancer Alter Novels & Stories

I'm such a fool. A familiar roar made me turn around. At a distance I saw Allegra facing off with a massive lycan. She aimed a death spell at him and he leapt away fluidly, swiping out a huge fist with a growl. Allegra sharply threw a weapon at Lan. The dagger whizzed across the wide space, embedding itself into his right eye. He stumbled away with a frightening roar, digging the knife out of his bleeding eye as I paled. He charged towards Allegra, slicing lethal claws down her front. To her widened eyes, her armour fell away, blood pooling in her chest.

“What did you do?” Lucan took a step back, his palm glimmering with dark energy, his face unreadable. "I apologize," he said in a composed tone. “But balance demands more than sacrifice. It demands correction.” Before anyone could react, Lucan placed his hand on the altar, and the runes flared a deep crimson. The shadow laughed, its form shifting as it began to merge with the altered magic. Lena reached for him, her voice weak. “Lucan, stop!”

“I told you, this isn’t your fight! Time to go home, you naughty kids!” Before I could ask what he meant, Aland raised his hand, conjuring a bright blue water disk. With a swift motion, he hurled the disk at the first dragon’s mouth just as it was about to unleash another fiery breath. The disk exploded on impact, extinguishing the flames. “Jonea, now’s your chance!” Daran yelled. Without hesitation, I moved. Daran shifted into his lycan form—his body grew larger, covered in thick black fur, and his sharp claws dug into the ground. With his help, I leaped onto one of the dragonlings’ backs.

He didn’t catch any glimpses, but even his superior eyesight wasn’t great at this distance and through the wood of the fence. Then, when he couldn’t wait anymore, he changed in the kitchen. The Change was painful, particularly for young wolves, but became a bit more smooth and easy with time. Older, experienced wolves like Erik could do it in seconds if necessary, and could do it on the move. For Lance it was easier than most, since he was an alpha and a natural at it, but it still took just over a minute to complete. “Fuck, that always hurts…” He muttered, rolling his shoulders and bouncing on his newly bipedal toes. When the aching tingles faded and he knew he couldn’t stall anymore, he we

“Me too, Tate. Me too. Since we are family, we will still be able to mind-link. This way, you can talk to Maddox since he will be your alpha. It was going to happen, anyway. What is two weeks, anyway?” Cade stood up and pulled me up with him. “Yeah…” I whispered and dropped his hands. Taking a few steps away from him, I just looked out the window. They had just lit the pile of rogues. So many people came to watch, and the warriors were all getting their shots. “I’m sorry, Tate, but I need to get going. We have to do this now.”

ability, healing them at a rate of 200 HP per second. [Undying Commander- Epic Rank] [Aura Type] As I studied the details of this skill, it became clear that Lance's strengths were now firmly rooted in his ability to lead and inspire his troops, rather than in individual accomplishments. "His skills are more centred toward commanding an army, and not meant for individual heroics," I mused, a sense of recognition dawning upon me. Indeed, the young man I had once known seemed to have undergone a profound transformation. The haughty, self-assured demeanour I had witnessed had given way to a more focused, disciplined approach – one that prioritized the collective power of his forces over persona

Burke was responsible for close combat, while Cole would bombard her with relentless firepower. Lastly, Rui’s task was to distract Ogre and Hannah, and if the opportunity arose, he would use mental shock to harass Elisa. "Lancelot, be careful. Todd’s ability mainly enhances his eyes and dynamic reflexes. He’s known as the Eagle Eye, the best marksman in our training camp. Your steel body can’t be activated yet, so be cautious," Rui warned. Lancelot nodded slightly in agreement.

Not on the whole but in this situation. “I will look into it Alpha.” “Please do a thorough one this time?” Then I turn back to gaze at my love. Jaden, a tall and broad-shouldered wolf in his early twenties, adjusted his stance under Meg’s watchful eye. He’s the one who sent the message of her being dead. Lana, a fierce and agile but muscular warrior in her thirties, nodded in acknowledgement, and Meg’s movements became more controlled. A minute later she is knocked to the ground.

Two other wizards cast counter-spells, creating a soft echo that suppressed the attacking impulse. "Forgive me, Alpha King," Lysander said, his breath heavy but steady. "The main node of hatred toward you is bound to a false memory that is repeated over and over. I cannot remove it without tearing apart the original memory around it. All I can do now is build an alternative path—a temporary bridge—so that his executive mind can breathe." Alpha Kaelen laughed—short, cracked, not reaching his eyes. "Bridge? A bridge to what? To your lies? You and your wizard are just painting the night sky and calling it dawn. Lyara is mine—"

That meant Lancer had teamed up with Killian. Also, Lancer knew I would kill anyone who even dared to look at Luna for more than a few seconds. So he had come prepared. He had brought his army with him to fight me if necessary. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought his entire pack just to celebrate the coronation ceremony of the king he despised. Right? Soon Lancer killed beta Rodrick next he defeated his other opponent. He looked at me as he killed Alpha Dylan. There was hate in them. Oh, he hated me. And the feeling was mutual.