Lancer Alter Novels & Stories

Wasn't he the one acting so cruel in the dungeon some hours ago? Lan’s eyes flickered with a mix of anger and curiosity as he gazed at me one last time; his expression was a stark contrast to Alpha Zedex’s cold calculation. Without further protest, Lan silently walked away, leaving me feeling like my world was crumbling before my eyes. "If she's the hunter's pawn, let's kill her!" the crowd shouted.

She believes Lance needs something like a wake up so he could have sense and Alaric was the best to do that. "Rick, I can explain..." He began but took note to take another step backwards but Alaric was faster as he landed a punch successfully on Lance's face. The punch was very strong as Lance staggered before regaining his balance...Alaric was a Boxer so it wasn't surprising about the strength he had.

He swiftly turned his body to dodge the sharp limbs of the mongrel. “Men! Do not break the array and compress to narrow the gap of openings!” Alpha Alexander yelled his orders which were followed by his subordinates immediately. The alphas dashed towards the mongrels and when it was about to snatch them with its lengthy and sharp limbs, they slid under it with their weapons turned upwards—effectively cutting the mongrels’ guts open. “Luna Talia! Use the fireballs and support the archers!” Alpha Jaxon, who was closest to Alpha Alexander, immediately stood up and sliced the limbs of the mongrel that was about to attack a gamma-ranked werewolf to his right.

If she tries any nonsense again, beat her black and blue. "Are you okay?" Alaric asked Zayna from behind Valentino. With lightning speed, Alaric was in front of Valentino. He hit Catori across the face and pushed her to the ground. The girl rolled over and jumped on her feet. She knelt down and let her bones readjust. The hair on her skin grew out to cover her whole body. Her ears elongated and a tail grew out with the fur. And then she opened her eyes. They were the color of crimson red. Through those red eyes, she could see an immaculate white werewolf before her and another one that was brown. The three of them circled one another.

“You can ask me anything you want to.” “Okay,” she agreed. “Then tell me, if you had a chance to be with Lance, would you take it-“ “Of course I will!” I answered immediately. “Anna, please listen carefully before you answer.” Alina pleaded. “Incubi cannot transform humans into immortals like most of us can. So, if you desire to be with Lancelot, you’ll have to be changed by us, either a vampire or any other immortal who’ll be able to transform you. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

How could I be tainted by another male's scent? "Move!!" Lucas let out a beast-like roar, his eyes bloodshot, his canines extending. "She is my Mate! Give her back to me!!" Before he finished speaking, he launched himself like an arrow from a bow, pouncing directly at Lucifer! "You want to die?" Lucifer's purple eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't retreat but met the attack head-on. Bang! Two top-tier Alphas engaged in the most primal, bloody hand-to-hand combat in this small flower shop.

"Don't send Lance for decomposition. Instead, reset his memories. After the reset, transfer him to the South Sea Coral Reef rehabilitation project as a public service merman. He shall never be privately adopted." The technician hesitated. "That… requires modifying the recycling protocol…" "Charge the modification fee to my account." I looked at Lance in the water. "This is your last chance." Lance's eyes widened. "I agree to follow your orders." His voice was soft but firm. He didn't even glance at Vivian. "I choose… to pay for my mistakes." Tears fell again, but this time they didn't turn to pearls. Just ordinary water, blending into the water in the tank.

“Maybe someday if you two ever decide to return to the North.” I had to blink repeatedly just to ascertain that I didn’t mishear. Did the great old mule just casually consider Lancel and me as his successor? How…nice would it be? To be called the Luna of the North. Would Lancel even want that? To return home. To be Alpha. That’s a question for later. Right now, what matters is him winning this stage. Even though he had barely recovered from the poison, he had an edge by using all the shortcuts I taught him.

“Probably because it’s trying to suppress your wolf.” “Great,” he muttered, eyes rolling. “As if the burning wasn’t enough, now I’m allergic to the damn thing too.” “Maybe, but if you can shift to your wolf or fox a little bit, your claws can come out and you can reach it,” I said with a little hope. He glares at me “I am filled with Wolfsbane I can’t even feel my wolf!” he barked, and I saw a faint glimmer of gold. I guess anger is the superior emotion.

I sat in complete silence, watching him. "Now," Babcock continued, leaning forward and placing his hands flat on the wood. "We have the internal alignment review for Lancer coming up. The file is currently throwing a security flag because of the developer ID lock. I need you to go into the directory, remove the restriction, and make sure the risk models run smoothly when we pull up the live stress tests." He offered a tight, professional smile. "Let's get this Lancer architecture signed off today so we can transition your files smoothly over the next month," Babcock said. "You've got three weeks left on your rendering period, and I want to make sure the handoff to Julian's team is clean befo