Novel & Cerita Lancer Fanfiction

“RAARR!! Grrrrr!!” I am shocked that my thoughts are becoming less and less like those of a person and more like those of a wild beast. I try to keep control of myself as I growl at Lance, having spotted his cowardly figure as he slinks back towards the castle, clearly terrified. The arrow is still in his arm as he tries to reach the castle doors. I shoot a ball of flame ahead of him to stop his retreat. “AAARG!” He shouts in surprise but then he is bowled over by Fang who pins him down. Fang snarls at him, teeth inches from Lance’s nose. Lance lets out a blood curdling scream of terror.

Yarrington squeezed his shoulder as he uttered, “Have a little faith in her, dear.” “Well?” Lucianne asked Langford. The General smirked as he mind-linked his warrior behind him, and the warrior too smirked in response. They took their positions on the mat Weaver and Yarrington were using. Lucianne was at one end, and the General and his warrior was at the other end. Many around them, mostly Lycans, had started taking their so-called breaks to watch.

But, Catherine, it's a pity our foster father chose me. Lancaster's squinting eyes finally opened. He laughed loudly, his dark eyes full of malice towards his sister, and though he looked helpless before Catherine, his face was full of undisguised arrogance. Lancaster jerked his hand away from Catherine's grasp. With his other hand, he yanked the arrow from the wall and licked the blood on the arrow with his tongue. ‘I am waiting for you to kill me, my dear sister.’ "It's so scary. I don't understand them. They all look like they're going to eat each other." Vivian's small voice reached my ear, and I silently nodded in agreement.

She had seen the resemblance. "Elara," Silas said, stepping toward me. He used my name again, his voice trembling with a desperate hope. "She said she saw the fire. She said—" "She’s a hysterical woman, Mr. Vane," I interrupted, turning my back on him to walk back to my children. "I suggest you keep your 'True Mate' on a shorter leash. Her presence is a liability to my investment." "Mommy," Luna said suddenly, her voice small and haunting. "The snake is thinking about fire again. She wants to make a big fire."

they replied in unison. The link faded. She looked around but could no longer find Elder Mara. *Starblood pack—Training Field* Ryder stood with Luca and three of his top warriors. The field buzzed with warriors sharpening blades, tuning bows, and reinforcing armor. “The Silver Fangs will strike fast,” Luca said. “They won’t give us the honor of a formal challenge.” “They’ll aim for the Luna,” Ryder growled. “She’s the key.” Ryder turned sharply to the warriors. “Double the watch on the border. Lock the tunnels. No one enters the palace unless I say so.”

“And seated closest to you is Lancer.” Lancer is the smallest of the entire group, and by small, I mean he’s still over six feet and heavily muscled. He’s gone for the more formal dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up look. Unlike the others, he has close-cropped sandy hair and, as if to make up for that, a massive beard. “Now, can we do gifts?” Honestly, Ransom is so excited that he’s like a kid on Christmas morning, shifting in his chair and fidgeting with his fork until eggs go flying across the table.

Irritatеd, I dismiss hеr with a curt rеmark, еxprеssing my lack of patiеncе for trivial convеrsations. Lana's laughtеr еchoеs through thе linе, a haunting prеludе to thе commеncеmеnt of a gamе. Angеr simmеrs within mе as thе unfolding еvеnts hint at a dark and pеrilous journеy ahеad. Thе whispеrеd challеngеs bеtwееn Lana and mе sеt thе stagе for a confrontation fraught with unforеsееn twists and turns.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

They walked through a pathway which led to a dark tunnel, and from the other end of the tunnel was a different apartment which looked more like a mansion and not a castle. From the end of the tunnel, one can see the fire flames which moved up to the sky. "I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die." One of the girls cried in a low voice, but loud enough for them to hear. "I don't..." "Shut the fu*k up!" One of the lycans yelled at her. His voice made her shiver like she was staring at the real beast. They continued walking until they got to the wide gathering.