Lancer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.”

“He is paid by us! If he tries to bully you, I will remove him from his service.” “No!” Roseanne insists. “I want to play!” Before Alexei can stop her, she runs off. He sighs. Why does this girl forget that he can run faster than her? Roseanne giggles and runs but he warily watches her. She sticks out her tongue to taunt him. Suddenly, he vanishes. “Huh?” she blinks. In an instant, he appears in front of her and tackles her to the ground. “I told you, you cannot run from a Lycan!” he laughs.

Lancelot didn't move, still staring at Neville, then finally spoke – and his first words were angry: "I'm not your toy!" "Oh but you are, Lancelot. If you want this to be our secret, you are exactly what I want you to be. Do you understand?" Lancelot was pouting, lips trembling, so … beautiful. So desirable. Neville' cock was raging, a steel bar that couldn't wait to be released. "You are my toy, my slut, my plaything, Lancelot. You want to be. And I am going to make you. Again – do you understand?"

"I hope so as well," Amara said. "What do you want to do next? I mean, we already watched two movies. If you want to watch more than we can but do you want to do anything else other than that?" Nicolas said. "I am not sure what I want to do but I don't feel watching TV anymore. I need to discuss what I am going to do next with you. I just can't sit here all day long. I obviously have to work," Amara said.

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.

I let my hair hang loose and wore just enough makeup to hide my new mother tiredness. I was currently applying lipgloss whilst checking my makeup in the bathroom mirror. “Why do you do this to me?” Lance snakes his arm around my waist, jolting my ass into his groin. I give him a look in the mirror that lets him know I have no idea what he is talking about. “All the male’s eyes will be on you anyway as their Lycan Queen and Alpha Luna…now their eyes will be trying to undress you!” “They won’t…” “Believe me, they will!” He cuts me off as he turns my head so his tongue can trace my bottom lip. He looks goddess damn sexy himself dressed in royal blue three piece suit and a red tie.

I frown at his words, what does he mean by special breed? “Lance is a mafia and also a werewolf”

Yichen stepped closer. “I don’t.” A brief pause. “But they do.” Whispers spread instantly. Eyes turned. Judgment fell without hesitation. Lan’er’s hands trembled. For the first time— she was losing control. Then she laughed. Soft at first. Then louder. “You think this is over?” Her eyes locked onto his. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.” Yichen didn’t move. Didn’t react. “Try me.” Silence. Heavy. Unforgiving.

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.