Land Caster Novels & Stories

He's sizing up Cyrus when I turn around. I get that Landon is going to be protective, I mean I'm his best friend. But if Landon is going to death stare Cyrus for the rest of eternity, I'm not sure this is going to work. Cyrus seems nervous, as he picks up the basket he had set down to hug me. He nods his head at Landon as a form of respect. For a moment I'm confused, till I realise that we are in the presence of an Alpha, even if it doesn't feel like it.

Edward: The Lycan Confederate was a large castle of old stone and wood, soaked in centuries of blood and sweat. Even now, with the hall scrubbed spotless and banners from every allied Pack hanging high, there was no mistaking it for anything but a fortress. Its bones creaked with ancient power, and despite myself, I could feel it under my skin. Like it was sizing me up.

"We used to do this all the time on the front lines. Not just me—all the scouts. We had to cross snowy peaks to flank the enemy; I've got plenty of experience with this." He scooted toward the edge of the drop and looked back at her. "Give me a shove. I'll go down and check the landing." "But Lance," Adelaide said, peering nervously over the edge into the endless white void, "if you pick up too much speed and can't stop, you're just going to tumble." Lance tapped his chest, oozing confidence. "Don't sweat it. Even if I lose my footing, I'll just tuck and roll to stabilize. I'll land just fine."

The Luna was visibly shaking and trying to hold back her emotions. Her whole demeanor changed as soon as a man came closer to her. He was very tall and broad with wavy brown hair and green eyes and although he wore a tux, he still let his hair down and didn't shave his 5 o'clock shadow. He looked at her as though she were a goddess herself. Fiona was right there in all her beauty but he only had eyes for her. "Lady Fiona, my I present to you my mate, Alpha Alexander of the north-eastern united states pack. And my Alexander, this is Lady Fiona that I've told you about."

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.

Only Ezekiels essence whether it be blood or scent affected him that way. The table groaned in protest as Lander stressed the leg as hard as he could. Until one of the weaker bolts slid up and out of place, but still the table's leg, held by three more bolts, didn't quite give in. "Dammit!" Lander barked looking up. "This is fucking cheating! I want a rematch!!" hissed, looking past Brandon and towards his brothers. Suddenly Walter deep voice called out. "Victory! To the 1st combatant!"

He looks carefully at the paper that appears from his jacket pocket and angrily. Andreas quickly standing up and running; No, but to deceive my unfortunate uncle Lander angrily runs after him; You vile bastard, son of Maximus Lander runs after Andreas in full rest, and he was tired of running after him after a short time, as he is really very fast, and he took that speed from the kingdom of the winds, the kingdom of his mother Lian, opposite to his slow nature as a meat-eater. The Door Louis alone as he steps in;

"Nalia! I need you to get Leena and take her back to the castle, immediately! We have to get her to the infirmary now!" Before Lancaster can register what I've just said, Nalia appears behind him and grabs ahold of Leena and transports her out of here in the blink of an eye. I can finally concentrate on the task at hand. Lancaster turns and sees that Leena is gone and he wails his rage in a purely primal scream. "You son of a bitch! I won't rest until you're dead!" Dixon snarls at him murderously. "You won't ever live to get that chance. This ends tonight!"

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.

Said Cornelio. He walks to the Landcaster and pulled one Plasma Blade. “In order to quickly defeat Landcaster, you need to deliver attack on their weakness, the skin folds.” Said Cornelio. Cornelio pointing skin folds on Landcaster’s body with his blade. “If you land attack on this spot …” Cornelio swing his blade on skin fold behind Landcaster head, and he successfully cut off it’s head in single hit. “… Even their body is hard as rock, you can easily defeat it.” Said Cornelio.