Lancer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"No wonder I feel like I've seen you ... You're one of the Shaw brothers. Nicholas and Gregory?" I gritted my teeth and returned his smile with a cold smile. "Where's Lana?" I felt my fangs start to grow in my mouth. "Before I consider your question, I have to know what your relationship with Lana is." Lancaster set his bottle of mineral water down on the granite counter in front of him and added, "I know who you are, your kind. So you don't have to be polite to me, Shaw." Maybe he saw the change in my eyes, but I don't care how he found out about Volder. That's not what I'm aiming for. "Good. Because I won't be pretending to be human anymore if you don't tell me, Lancaster."

"He didn't even drop his guard when the wind shifted!" Beside her sat twelve-year-old Lyra. Her own golden locks fell in soft, radiant waves around her shoulders, and her grey eyes—the exact mirror of Veyra's—were wide with unadulterated adoration as she held her wooden toy sword in her lap. "Lucas is the best knight in the whole realm!" twelve-year-old Lyra declared proudly, puffing out her cheeks. "When I grow up, I'm going to marry him!" "You can't marry him, he's our cousin!" Liora giggled, nudging her sister's shoulder with a mischievous smirk. "Besides, I declared I was going to marry him first when I was five!"

I screamed loudly like a lunatic because I was being the one. “You..” I pointed a finger at my cousin who pressed her lips tightly. “What the ludicrous are you saying? I don't understand. You mean, He is something else. Are there other creatures too who can be morphed into shapes? Oh my god!” I was freaking out as I palmed my forehead. Annie groaned before muttering, “I told Uncle Samson not to send you here but you were as stubborn as rock.” “Wait! Did you fill their minds to stop me from coming there?” I narrowed my eyes on her.

Marcus snapped. “No,” I said. “What’s enough is me being the only one expected to act right while you two do whatever you want.” Tyler started to panic. “Claire, please. You don’t mean this. You wanted this life. You want to be Luna. You’re not going to throw it away over this.” “I feel disgusted,” I said, shaking my head. “You keep bringing up the Luna title. You think I wanted it for power? No. I wanted to belong. I wanted a family.”

Everything was beautiful in a colorful way, might've been serene too, if it wasn't for the raucous, the proud Lycans were kicking in the distance. Hateful bastards. That's what they were. After deceptively getting me married to their Lycan Heir, they were now organizing the marking ceremony of their Lycan Commander, and his Chosen Luna. “Saira, I know you don't like me…” “Like?” “Okay, you hate me. But why are you torturing yourself? Because if you haven't noticed, nobody here cares whether you live or die. Not even your so-called soulmate.”

"You are my toy, my slut, my plaything, Lancelot. You want to be. And I am going to make you. Again – do you understand?" And again Lancelot opened his mouth to speak but no words emerged. He stood, at a loss, his fantasy suddenly a hard reality – what was so easy when he had the control of the fantasy had become quiet frightening, insecure, when he was a pawn. "Lift up your skirt, Lancelot. Do it now." Lancelot didn't move for long moments, staring at Neville intense eyes, slight aggressive smile. Then he let go of the zipper he was holding shut, and the front of the dress fell loose. He bent over, eyes still on the floor, and his fingers hooked around the hem, drawing it up as he stood str

"I have only been to my school 9 times in my entire life expect exams." Nicolas was so shocked that he couldn't even hide his expression. "Shocking,I know. And lots of pack members were also a part of the same school. Which means I was bullied in school as well," Amara said. She was sounding bitter about everything and she was bitter about it to be honest. Anyone in her place would be. She was treated poorly her entire life and coming out of it like nothing isn't that easy. People take years to get over a incident or trauma they got by someone in a week.

Roman looked at her and then at me, breaking himself from her embrace. "And so," he said, shocking everyone including the other ladies. "Cousin, it's me, Xylah," Xylah spoke, shocked at his words. "Xylah, I know, but she is my Luna and so she can bully anyone she wants, including you," he says, his eyes fixed on me.. "Beside, you called your queen my little mate, wasn't that disrespectful enough, who knows whether your action warranted her punishing you," he continued as Xylah stood shocked.

He lowered himself carefully to the floor like someone stepping into foreign territory, his expression completely unreadable. Tamera immediately handed him a toy knight. “You’re this one.” Ragnar stared at it. “I see.” “And you protect the princess.” Ragnar glanced briefly at Lance. Lance raised his hands. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t write the script.” Tamera pointed to Lance. “He’s the dinosaur.” “Correction,” Lance said proudly. “I’m the heroic dinosaur.” Ragnar remained silent for a moment, holding the tiny plastic knight between his fingers like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it.

Lance laughed at her lightly while looking at her in the mirror, “I assure you it’s not a girl.’ “Then who is it?” Lance gazed at her way, “It’s Nikka, she kept sending me of their picture during their vacation as if telling me, ‘We’re enjoying our Youth here,’ while I’m here working. But most of the things she sent are pics of Yui.” Glazy frowned, “Nikka is a girl, Lance.” Lance stared at her with a question mark on his face, “No Azy, she’s a gorilla!” Glazy looked at him sharply, “Don’t say that, Nikka is one of the coolest and beautiful maidens I know, not a typical ‘Damsel in Distress Lady’.”