Lancer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"You silly girl..of course I want you to and I want to do you here right now but we have to be careful. Wait until I am done using that bitch and you and I can be together for as long as we want." "Hmmm…" she moaned and pressed her body against his. "I want you to dump her quickly. I am going to kill that bitch once I become Luna. I am tired of seeing her stupid face around. She thinks she is prettier just because she has blonde hair, a petite face and blue eyes?"

He caught my gaze for a brief moment out of the corners of his bright blue eyes, then quickly looked away, his face reddening a touch. I turned my head fully and furrowed my brow. “Interesting.” “What’s interesting? The ceiling? I think it could do with some glow-in-the-dark stars, at least.” I shook my head and resisted the urge to roll my eyes again, although somehow, the thought of those little sticky glow-in-the-dark stars on a hospital ceiling was oddly endearing. “Not that. I just find it strange that you, the biggest playboy in the entire Lycan kingdom, seem flustered over the thought of sharing a bed with a woman.”

My hands were tied, I was like an imprisoned slave. Spreading my legs, Lucifer shoves his gun inside my p***y, do ruthlessly that blood trickled down. My eyes filled with tears but I didn't cried, holding back my tears I growled," Take out that fucking thing, you filthy man!" Lucifer grabs my chin with another hand and whispers," Don't give me orders, you slutty Hybrid!" And he tried to kiss but I sealed my lips together. He smiled against my face and starts thrusting his gun inside my p***y. The excruciating pain had me suffocate in terror. My lips parted as the tears rolled down my eyes.

Lucius is going to get hurt by the fact that he isn't as strong as Stephen is. My face turned pale as I stared at those who were seated close to the ring, and my eyes landed on that of Alpha Aiden, who has a smirk on his face. He stared at me with a smile, which I found creepy. His eyes pierced through mine, and he looked at me like he could read through me. I could feel goosebumps form on my body. He pointed his hand at Lucius and made a gesture with his hands, which he made like he wanted to cut his head off.

said Liam. “I hate my things to be touch,” he growled and punched on the locker. His throw was so strong that the door fell down, broken. ************** Meanwhile in another alternative time “Dad, your time is over,” she said while pointing a gun towards him. Her eyes turned black. The woman standing with him gasped. “Zira no,” the woman screamed but she already pulled the trigger. ************** She took him away from school’s land and let her hand go slowly.

It was a prelude. “Did you see that?” Lanc whispered, as if speaking too loud might break the spell. “I saw.” He scooped her up, lifting her high until she squealed, then bringing her down to cradle her against him. “You’re going to be a terror, aren’t you?” he murmured into her fine, downy hair. “Going to climb every fence, explore every thicket. You’re going to leave us in the dust.” The way he said it was a prayer, a blessing. He wanted her to leave us in the dust. He had fought to give her that right.

He didn’t look like a man anymore; he looked like a razor wrapped in skin. “Bastien Lancaster,” he’d hissed, his breath foul with hate. “The spare. The distraction.” He didn’t torture me for territory secrets. He didn’t care about our border posts or supply routes. He tortured me for story. He wanted to know about Lana. About the Fox. About the bond. He wanted every detail of Ronan’s weakness. I spat in his face. The beating that followed was creative. They knew how to hurt a shifter without triggering the healing for too long. It was an education.

“Anders cuts your ties so you could come here and get close to us.” “No, no, not at all,” Lana insisted. “I’m not… I wasn’t a Dawn Stalker. I swear. I…” Lana played with her hands, averting her face again. “You obviously cut ties recently,” Lucas said. “Who was your pack, Lana?” “I… I was a Gravetail,” Lana finally admitted. “A Gravetail?” Lucas’ brow furrowed as he looked at me.

I chuckled Lancer is a co-model and like me, he does runway, pageant and brand modeling. Today, we’re scheduled to do the latter as we both got a contract from this prestigious brand and we’re going to promote one of their newest body wash products so, I was already expecting for an intimate photoshoot in a bathtub. Lancer is a muscular man with shoulder length blonde hair and electric blue eyes. His features are definitely insane but looks can be deceiving anyway. He may look manlier than any man you can encounter but trust me, deep inside he’s the sluttiest bitch alive.

“Who are you?” I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I had slipped up. It had been one stupid, careless mistake. My heart raced as I scrambled for an explanation, but nothing came to mind. The last thing I wanted was for him to recognize me as the Luna who had supposedly died—hell, even knowing me as Nyx was dangerous. He would figure out who I was, and that would be the end of everything. Ronan Garrick. Alpha Ronan of Silver Hollow pack. The man who had requested to see me the night I had died. My biggest enemy ㅡ well apart from Davis and Elaraㅡ he was in the pack?