Lancer Alter Novels & Stories

Rory holds his nerve, he has the makings of a strong alpha. “She is my mate…” “Yet unmarked. I apologise my King, but Aida belongs to my pack.” Lance’s eyes go beyond red, they start to take on an unworldly black. “That will soon change…Aida get in the car!” He commands of me. “I need to remain with the Mulder convoy…” “GET…IN…THE…CAR!” He roars at me like a demon from hell itself. I can feel his strong aura being released on to me. Yet I can fight it, like I could Ricardo’s

Vic on the other hand, never think of learning any ability. < 3..! 2..! 1...! > Blassstttt!! There were about 40 people in the basketball court. Immediately all of them fell to the ground Including the four boys beating Vic. "What? What happened??" Vic asked looking at the unconscious people on the floor.

Just as they circle each other, Zachariah growls, "No turning to smoke... you turn to smoke. I pick up the weapon." The general nods and other than his wings that are made out of his smoke, he hardens himself and then attacks. The general knows that he can't kill this Lycan, but there is much he can do without killing him and he is going to have so much fun doing so. ------

But the opponent wasn’t so easy to deal with; another defensive spell was performed followed with an attack. “Come Forth! Wanderer!” the following attack was a summoning spell. In a second, a thick white smoke appeared in between the two and a five feet tall silver wolf materialized. The Wanderer ran towards Lalia, in a blink it was already pinning her down. “Revoke!” she shouted the cancelling spell. The cancel was not futile as she was able to cancel the Wanderers summon. But as she thought she could procure another spell a rain of ice was already pouring towards her. It was then that she realized the Wanderer was a mere diversion, the real hard core spell was coming afterwards. Kneeling a

She grabs the blanket and covers him up to his neck. With questions in mind and no one to ask, Su Lan decided to leave her space. Before she left her space she decided to look at her status again. Name: Su Lan (Titles: Transmigrated from another world, God's apostle, Neet, Soul Merger, Geek, Medicinal Freak, Sword Genius) Age: 13 years old Role: God of Medicine's apostle Job Title / Class: Sword fighter, Alchemist, Doctor HP: 100,000,000,000/100,000,000,000

The boy nodded, pulling his hand away from his sister. The little boy squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating very hard on shifting. It took a minute, but finally he shimmered slightly and slowly took the form of a tiny grey wolf. The more he shifted, the faster he would be able to do it. Casper and the rest of the adults were able to shift in seconds. The boy was no longer than Casper's arm, but the gray wolf took on a fierce demeanor, baring his teeth as the mountain shook with impact once more.

“Alpha.” “I think we have an issue.” I nodded behind her. “These two were fighting with each other in the middle of the street.” Slowly, she turned and I watched as her face dropped in horror. By now, the damage the two had done to each other was visible. Lancer’s left eye was swelling shut and his right wrist had a purplish hue to it. Gerard wasn’t much better. A huge bruise bloomed on the right side of his face, he was definitely favoring his left leg and I was sure there was some rib damage with how he was holding his arms.

“You know, Lawrence, I have given way more than you deserve in this exchange. I haven't put to death the ones who hurt our young ones, I even offered a free tuition session to your young ones in the academy that regular werewolves don't get into unless we have specific scholarship programs. And this is how you try to offset it? Tell me, Lawrence, what is it that you stand to gain by going against me in a fight? I know your subordinates are here so I will try to not make you look more pathetic than you already are. But I want to give this a chance, the young Alphason proposed this solution not me. If I hear about any misshapes, any pranks or jokes as you like to call them, you will have to de

one whispered. The first tree snapped like a matchstick and a massive shape emerged from the shattered vegetation. Three meters of nightmare made flesh. Fur black as night, eyes red as embers, claws the length of butcher’s knives. The Lican. Alaric stripped of all humanity. The youngest ran first. A claw caught him mid-leap and smashed him against a tree like a rag doll. The second tried to shift; Alaric lifted him by the neck with one hand and squeezed until the sound was like stepping on a dry branch.

"But you forgot to account for the glitch." I didn't attack the pillar. Using my 12% output, I delicately slipped my draconic magic inside the pillar's intake valve. I didn't fight the siphoning effect; I fed it. But I didn't feed it Lycan energy. I fed it raw, unadulterated Dragon Fire. I injected a localized line of chaotic, draconic code directly into the pristine Lycan algorithm. Override command: Reverse polarity. Execute. The silver pillar instantly violently shuddered. The glowing white runes flashed a toxic, warning red.