Lancer Alter Novels & Stories

“I revealed what survival looks like.” Ragnar took another step forward, voice low and lethal. “You think this is strength?” Marcus smiled wider. “I know it is.” Lance remained still beside him, silent as a shadow. And Ragnar realized with sudden, crushing certainty— The five years hadn’t just changed Lance. They had turned him into something built to survive any hell. Something deadly. Something wounded. Something Ragnar no longer knew how to reach.

"Are you alright?" The worry must have been plainly visible on my face. I couldn't believe what had just happened—the man had actually tried to blind me! And worse, I had inadvertently placed my grandmother in danger. With mounting horror, I realized who the attacker served. This man was actually Alpha Daniel's personal attendant! I had unwittingly implicated my grandmother in an offense against one of the most dangerous wolves in the Northern Territory. Elder Morgan brushed my hands away with calm assurance. "I'm perfectly fine, Liza."

I covered Kian with my body and my head with my hand as the silver ribbon burnt into my skin, wrapping itself around my wrist. I groaned in pain as the ribbon’s length started decreasing, dragging me closer to Illumi. “Ok! Help me here! She’s stronger than she looks!” Illumi ordered his men, and they dashed towards me. Morana’s partner jumped between them. His clothes tore apart, and his masquerade fell to the ground as he got into his lycan form. Ruin’s dagger cut through the air, slicing the silver ribbon tied around my wrist. I gaped at the lycan blankly.

Lyrs'a POV The new reality breathes around us like a living thing, each pulse sending ripples through the quantum fabric I've rewritten. But as the dust settles, I begin to see the true cost of our salvation. Nothing is quite as it should be—everything carries an echo of what it once was, like a song played in the wrong key. "They're calling them the Altered," Xander reports, materializing beside me in a swirl of probability. "People changed by the reset. Some can't even maintain a stable form anymore."

Previously on The ALPHA'S little LUNA - Any time now its going to come out and I swear I'm about to piss my pants and just as im about to run it jumps out, ohhh fuck me! Is that what i think it is?? [Kylie's pov] Right in front of my stands a huge ass wolf, almost my full height, its soo huge! Its fur its captivating, its a silky black and its so shiny, it looks soo soft i want to feel it, run my fingers through its fur.

In the distance, the sounds of the rogue army clashing with Silvermoon warriors grew louder. Meanwhile, deep in the pack lands… Luna Karter stood on the front lines, bloodied but unyielding. Her partial lycan form was terrifying... silver fur streaked with enemy blood, eyes blazing with maternal fury. “Push them back!” she roared through the mind-link. Elder Nicolas fought beside her, using ancient seer magic to create barriers of light that disintegrated rogue wolves on contact. Dazzle had grown into her full Enhancer form... a towering, muscle-bound warrior who was currently using two enemy wolves as improvised clubs.

I murmured, my voice softer now. Anton smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. “I only ever wanted to keep you safe, Lyanna. I had to also alter your memories. I did not want you carrying around that kind of pain. Seeing your mother that way. It could shape you into a person you wouldn’t want to be.”

All except for one thing. Every few minutes, I caught Elder Alaric looking at me. Eventually, during a pause in the conversation, he spoke. “Forgive my curiosity, Luna,” he said calmly and the table went quiet. “Something about your aura feels… unusual.” My heart immediately started racing inside my chest. I kept my face calm somehow, but inside my brain was screaming. “There are many strange phenomena in our world,” he said slowly. “Identity magic, soul displacement… even cases where one soul inhabits another body.”

Skylar chuckled. “I always want to bite you, Princess.” “You know what I mean.” Cheyenne playfully rolled her eyes. “The bite that makes you go through the Alter is laced with what we like to call ‘The DNA Changer.’ It’s not the most creative term but it beats saying venom.” “So you’re going to poison me. With your teeth.” “More or less, sure.” Cheyenne turned to face him. He allowed it by loosening it his arms from around her.

Both remaining Rail-Turrets charging energy then firing high-speed projectile, but it can’t penetrate Varniant’s skin and damaging near area with the shock wave. “Wh-what?!” the leader a bit surprised. “Varniant type still alive!” said the operator. Varniant type got internal injury and paralyzed for a while. “Herrscher, what the hell is happening?” ask the commander. “Look like it hardening the skin, sir.” Said Cornelio that rolling back his sword. The other front line Herrscher regroup in Cornelio’s position. “Hardening?” said the commander. “Yes, it is Landcaster’s ability. But the skin looks different.” Said Cornelio.