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.”

The ego, filthy bossy attitude of mine was stopping me from calling her. " Am I finally going crazy over a girl? She may be my mate but isn't it but exaggerative! She refuses to understand my feelings and thinks I'm going to abandon or kill her someday!'' I fell on the bed , burying my face in the pillow and punched the bed hard. To add more misery for me , she turns out to be a bastard of some foul smelly vampire lord? " Don't kid me! How is my pack going to accept a mixed breed of werewolf and vampire as their Luna? I'm fucking confused. I don't understand this mating bond anymore. This doesn't make any sense!"

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.

I was a weapon to be wielded, and the only sheath worthy of me was the Lancaster Alpha. But he looked past me. He always looked past me. At the horizon, at his pack, at his ghosts. And then he looked at her. Lana Hubbard. A nobody. A human with the scent of cheap soap and vulnerability. She stumbled into our world wide-eyed and trembling, and he… he bent. The mighty Ronan Lancaster, who spoke in growls and ruled with an iron will, softened his voice for her. He let her touch his daughter. He looked at her as if she’d hung the moon in a sky he’d only known as battle-scarred.

“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.

“What the heck was that? Who’s that daddy, huh?” Lancer asked maliciously. There was something in his eyes that tells me I have to spill some tea or else. I rolled my eyes lazily as I let out a chuckle. This is hilarious! What was running in that bastard’s mind? Did he do that on purpose? Why did he have to pull that stunt? He’s making things confusing to me, that idiot!

The moonlight casts an ethereal glow upon us, as if the Moon Goddess herself is watching over our sorrowful flight. With each stride, I feel the strength and fury of my Lycan, his relentless spirit urging me forward. Fenrir’s wrath propels us, a force that cannot be contained, seeking solace in the untamed wilderness. Even amidst this torment, there is a sense of purpose—a resolution to mend what has been shattered, to reclaim what is rightfully ours.