Lancer Meme Novels & Stories

After hearing what he had said, Lance burst out laughing as if he had never heard such a hilarious joke before. "Ha ha ha! Did you hear what he just said?" The gene martial artists in the Kutcher’s main hall could not help but laugh. Lucas’ words were just plain ridiculous. "You don't believe me?" Lucas looked at Lance with a faint gaze. "Believe you?" Lance snorted again. "Not unless the sky is falling down!" Lucas smiled indifferently and activated the Immemorial Demonic Script immediately! His Immemorial Demonic Script was at Level 2. Thus, the horrifying demonic aura released by it would be a plain nightmare for low-ranked Evolved Ones.

They’re going to have a heyday with this. Of course, Lancer leads the charge. He can never resist the opportunity for a good joke, ribbing, or practical jesting. Are they all the same thing? Perhaps more like skewering someone on the sharpened end of the pike of his wit. That might be closer to the truth. “Wooooeeee. Going au naturel, I see.” “What’s wrong with a little hair on the biscuit?” Atlas might appear to be on my side, but he’s got his hand pressed to his mouth to stifle a laugh.

It's only day one since I met this guy, but so many questions have popped up inside my head. About this mysterious guy. I begin to consider creating that meme again. Lance effect.

That meant Lancer had teamed up with Killian. Also, Lancer knew I would kill anyone who even dared to look at Luna for more than a few seconds. So he had come prepared. He had brought his army with him to fight me if necessary. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought his entire pack just to celebrate the coronation ceremony of the king he despised. Right? Soon Lancer killed beta Rodrick next he defeated his other opponent. He looked at me as he killed Alpha Dylan. There was hate in them. Oh, he hated me. And the feeling was mutual.

Alpha Dante said, stuttering in fear. Apparently, Roman looked incredibly serious about his threat and the Alpha turned to look at me. I knew what he was about to say but then I wouldn't relent easily. "You're the Lycan King, you should care about the packs under your rule. You cannot just kill everyone because you feel like it." I said, glaring at Roman. He had a cocky smile on my face as he looked at me. "That's why I'm the Lycan King. I feel like killing everyone here, for you." He said to me and immediately he took out a gun.

Axel’s POV Watching Nova in pain was driving me and my wolf crazy. But when she was done shifting I was in awe she was the color of the whitest of winters with only a crescent moon in black on her chest. When I finally saw her look me in the eye I felt something snap. It was like a rubber band on a wrist. “Mate” we said simultaneously in the mind link. I wanted to mark her right there right now but our wolfs were already pouncing around getting to know one another ,so I mind linked nova “I’m glad you are my mate” “ me to” is all she replied with we left the mind link open so we can both laugh at our wolfs antics. I don’t even know her wolfs name.

Larissa was curious. Zero was pretty chill when she was not gaming, so it was rare to see her angry. To be so angry to the point that she had acne … it was clear that this was no small matter. "It's those two knuckleheads! Dark Knight and BestM! Fucking assholes!" Zero huffed even as she shoved a mouthful of salad into her mouth. The names Dark Knight and BestM were somewhat familiar to Larissa. After a bit of recalling, she realized that they were the anchors under Lana.

Lance chuckled, “I did not know you were that adventurous.” “Oh, I always was.” Lucien smirked, “Tell me, what was your most dangerous adventure, old man?” “Hey!” Lance called out with a smile, “Just because I no longer have a wolf, doesn’t give you the right to call me names.” It was a joke, one that Lance had repeated multiple times, mainly because it was the best way to push through the trauma he now felt. “Damn weavers,” he cursed under his breath, “Oh yes, Elder Lance,” Lucien replied with a frown, “Damn weavers.”

Ridiculing Lance more. Lance were never insulted like this, nor someone make fun of him. Madden, he shouted, “Shut up! Just bring it on!” “Accept my offer, I'm warning you.” Zitrey said while playing the ball on her fingers. “If not, you will terribly lose.” The referee was about to blow the whistle. “Who are you scaring off? I'm Lance Von Lumiere, a man who never been defeated. No one stand before me nor standing with the same level as me. To my presence, your just, an ant Zitrey!”

"I'm glad you shared this with me. It's really sad with the way the female werewolves are unfairly treated here. I just hope this issue will be discussed properly." "Yeah, I hope so too," I replied with a grin. The young man who was rude to me earlier suddenly passed by and pointed at him facing Lexi. "Who is he?" I asked her. "Oh, Lancer." She sighed in disgust. He is a leader of one of the Iron Claw warriors although a mid-level one. He's one of those sexists who love seeing women suffer and treats them like trash." "Lancer, right? It's quite obvious that he's one of them. What is his work here? Why is he here?" I asked her.