Novel & Cerita Lancer Deltarune

“Look what we have here. Two alphas playing hero for a woman who’s caused nothing but trouble.” He laughed, the sound carrying mockery that made my wolf snarl. “Tell me, brother, was she worth it? Was this runaway Luna worth destroying everything you built?” Magnus started to move forward, his wolf rising to the surface, but Darius put a hand on his shoulder. “I know how to handle my stupid brother.” The shift happened simultaneously. Both men dissolving into wolf forms, Darius’s massive frame squaring off against Lucien’s slightly smaller but no less dangerous body. They circled each other, snarling, looking for openings.

“Marcus, your stance is too wide. Delia, tighten your guard. Move!” They moved, but their attention was split. Half-focused on the drills, half on the gleaming black carriage rolling toward the main house. The carriage that was bringing her back. “Beta Riven.” One of the younger warriors, couldn’t have been more than nineteen was staring openly now. “Is it true? Is the Luna really being reinstated?” “Eyes forward,” I said. “But—” “I said eyes forward.” My voice came out harder than I intended. “Unless you’d prefer to run laps until sunset.”

Lancelot said, nodding firmly. Alpha Derek leaned back, his fingers drumming on the armrest again. “Good,” he said. "Because you’ll have to prove yourself worthy of that position by dueling with the current Beta. Rowan.” Lancelot nodded immediately. "I accept, Alpha." Although Rowan was powerful, Lancelot was confident he’d win. Not only because of what he was, but because he had studied all of Rowan’s moves and skills—just like he’d done with almost every pack member except Alpha Derek and Alaric, whose fighting styles were too hard to observe and analyze as a human.

Just like Eris’ dual-seater heavy fighter, these cores were able to point their weapons in absolutely any direction. — Lævateinn Pilot: Freya Core: Raijin Concepts “Oni” Core v1.3 [X] Class: Variable Superiority Fighter Loadout - Raijin Concepts “Shatterpulse” Mortar [X] - Terra Nach Mar “Executor” LR200 Sniper Cannon [A] - Primal Machinations “Flametongue” Heavy Plasma Lance [A] – Carnwennan Pilot: Lucifer Core: Raijin Concepts “Oni” Core v1.3 [X]

"Take the gold. Your brain earned it." "Lardon! I did not calculate your boots would be in this sector!" a young scout named Freya squeals, running over from the thermal mud springs. "The vanguard gave us a rest watch for the solstice," Lardon says, his cool, masculine voice softening with a polite smile. "Let us share a horn of mead tonight!" Freya says, her eyes shining as she looks at his laptop screen. "Are those the flight vectors for the new drone units?" "Yes," Lardon says, turning the screen so she can track the lines. "Are you interested in Lunarcore Innovation?"

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

“Stormwind....break them!” The army marched forward, their claws and steel rending through the breach. For a passing moment, victory felt close. But then, a voice rolled across the battlefield. Very cold and mocking. “Well, well. My runaway Luna has finally found her claws.” That was Ronan. I froze, my blood turning to fire. My gaze snapped to the ramparts. There he stood, smug and unbothered, his armor gleaming with Ravenfall’s crest. His dark eyes locked on mine, and his lips twisted into a cruel smile.

His yellow hair brightens when it is exposed to sunlight, his blue eyes are very beautiful as the sea and he is full of armor on his well-built body. A slow smile worked its way across Luna's face and into her eyes, she felt relieved and a tear formed at the corner of her eye. "Let's go see him." Luna nodded excitedly and followed Edmondo. "Someone wants to see you, I'm sure you want to see her too," Edmondo said to his son who was busy shooting. He didn't even look at his own father. "Who is it?" Arayan asked. He fired another bow before turning to his father.

Tacamorga is summoned to my war room, he is my Head Hunter, and I am very proud of him, his fetes are unlike any other in my ranks, he's huge, even more so than I am at least 6 ft 8" and built like a tank, his skin is littered with scars and tattoos and he wears a Red eye patch over his right eye, he says it helps him focus and shoot better at his target, he is a man of very few words, I saved him from descending and he has been faithful to me ever since.

But the tactical analysis had been automatic, ingrained by years of Luna training and pack defense meetings. "You know warfare," Mira observed, her tone neutral but her eyes sharp. "I was Luna of a major pack," I replied carefully. "Strategic knowledge comes with the territory." "Former Luna," she corrected pointedly. The words stung, but I forced myself not to react. "Yes. Former." Darius watched this exchange with interest, his gray eyes moving between us like he was cataloging every nuance. "Tell me more about what you observed," he said to me.