Lancer Deltarune Novels & Stories

Upon hearing Laney's words, the expressions on Demarcus and his son's faces turned unsightly. However, they didn't say much. Lannon was a bit impatient and shouted at Laney, "Why waste time talking to them? Kill them first!" Laney remained silent and looked coldly at Demarcus and his son. Her eyes had a fierce look, and she swiftly released a chilling radiance from her right hand. The cold radiance twisted in the air, transforming into several ice spikes that shot toward Demarcus and his son like a storm of blossoms.

Knowing Denzel, he would do everything he could to hold him off for as long as possible. On getting to the door of Denzel's study, the metallic stench of blood assaulted my nostrils. Grabbing the door knob, I twisted it and pushed the door open. The moment I entered Denzel's study, he turned to look at me, and a sword pierced through his body. I gasped, my eyes meeting Lucas' menacing gaze. My eyes went wide with horror as he yanked the sword out. Denzel fell to the ground, coughing up blood. Lucas jumped out of the window, transforming into a black raven.

“You crossed a line.” I glared at him. He didn’t flinch. “Dexter,” he continued, voice steady. “You’re a Lance. And whether you like it or not, Lyre is our Princess — not someone we get to… pursue.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off. “You’re not some rookie soldier. You’re a Lance.” He tapped my chest. “Start acting like one. War could break out any minute. Silverfang, Ashmore, the Veyr Kingdom, maybe all three of them… we have no idea what’s coming.”

Luca exits the room with a nod as Harry, James, Tony, and Leah follow him. “Warriors...” “Crescent Warriors, Luna,” Tony interrupts her from the doorway. “I’m sorry, what?” Luna Cassia asks him, confused. “We’re Delta Athenas Crescent Warriors,” he says proudly, showing Cassia his marking. One of the other warriors elbows Tony in the side, glaring at him. “Ow! What?” he asks with a shrug. “Do you all bear her mark?” Cassia asks. “Yes, Luna,” the warriors all say at once.

“Luna Raven, we are proud to call you our Luna, there has never been someone more worthy of the title. You have protected us and saved our Alphas against dangerous enemies, I Gamma Bjorn swear my loyalty and the loyalty of Blood Moon’s Deltas to you and your mates, to be here at your disposal, to do your biding and carry out any orders you deem necessary,” Bjorn steps forward and kneels at my feet, when Blood Moons Deltas follow suit.

[Name- Lance Ironwing] Age- 19 Race- Human Title- Northern Marshall {Increase All Stats by 3%} Class- Juggernaut Knight Element- Wind (GRADE 3), Crimson Flame (Grade 2) Level 181 HP:21000 DEF: 7890 ATK: 1290 Mana: 2400 Speed: 57 [Skill: Advanced Greatsword Mastery, Unstoppable Charge, Bane of Evil, Perception, Chain of Judgement, Overlord’s Dominance, Blade Aura, Blade Intent, Undying Commander, Walking Bastion, Royal Contract…] As I scanned Lance's status screen, I couldn't help but let out an impressed "Dayumm!" The skills he had acquired were truly deserving of their epic rankings, and I could only imagine the havoc they would wreak upon his enemies in battle.

"Very well, tell me who the employer is!" Lancelot laughed and sneered at him. "How boastful of you! You're only an insignificant live-in son-in-law! Well, you came all the way here, but you won't be able to leave here alive!" After that, a sharp machete appeared in Lancelot's hand. He discharged his saint energy as he whizzed straight at Darryl! Buzz! The air became stagnant wherever Lancelot's figure shuttled past. Darryl's anger erupted when he saw Lancelot act against him. "Alright, very well. You can go to hell for killing an unarmed old man!"

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

AUTHOR'S POV Heavy June rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the underground bar, drowning out the low thumping bass. Yvonne crossed her arms over her expensive trench coat, shivering as the damp, stifling humidity clung to her skin. The subterranean tavern smelled of wet dog, stale beer, and raw ozone from the thunderstorm raging across the city. Sitting across the sticky wooden booth, a man with a jagged scar down his neck lazily counted the stacks of crisp hundred-dollar bills. Securing her position as Luna meant cutting out Chandler’s obsession at the root, and this human mercenary was the only blade sharp enough to do it.

I didn't tell them when they were going to attack, I planned on surprising them, matching my armies far into the Kingdom. By the time they would know, we are already far ahead, having the upper hand. Dante had returned as he promised. He was the only one who knew of my attack. I had been able to unlock my wolf which made me heal before people gather and before they could see Dante. "We are making progress," he said, joining me at the stand. "We are getting there," I muttered. "You never accept praise," he complained. "Not until the job is done," I tell him. "You have seized a lot of packs and some have volunteered to join us, that's achievable," he commented.