Laurel Lance Novels & Stories

“Him? Give us a run for our money? That brat is definitely a lot worse than my son. You’ll find out for yourself in a while!” Lily sat down and spoke flippantly, “I’m telling you, Nash Woods, that Lance isn’t dead. He’s still alive. It doesn’t matter if you choose to hold this competition or whatnot, I’ll never acknowledge the winner of this heir selection. My son is the true successor, and he’s the one most suited for the role!” “Whatever you say!”

Leo was having a hard time keeping up with his opponent as the audience watched in stunned silence. Leo's mind began to doubt as his heart began to speed. Could he actually take home the prize while keeping Anna from being claimed as a prize? As the pressure of responsibility mounted, he started to move more erratically. Ryan appeared to be going to clinch victory until Leo's tenacity erupted. His motions became more focused and methodical as he tapped into his inner fortitude and resolve. Ryan's blade was launched through the air as Leo disarmed his opponent with a series of expertly timed blows.

The decision had been made, and there was no turning back now. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, the murmurs quieted. Laurel stood near the entrance to the ceremonial grounds, resplendent in her crimson gown, the same color as my jacket. She looked every bit the Luna she was about to become—strong, regal, and utterly confident. She smiled when she saw me, but it didn’t reach her eyes. I returned the gesture, my own smile equally empty. “Shall we?” I asked, holding out my hand to her.

Lance's voice filled the space. Aspen guessed that he used his shifter ability which he tossed for a long time because it was the reason his real family tossed him away. Kailin looked back. “And who are you?” Lance smirked, his hands pocketed while he strutted to them. “I am Lance, the Alpha King of The Rebel pack.” The guards quickly reached for their weapons. “I came with my mate, Doctor Sabrina. I believe you called for her expertise. And now that she is here, please show her some respect. Get your hands off her while I am being nice.”

she shouts throwing her hands up in excitement and taking off to the pack house. "She's nice," Avery says standing up. "Yes, she is. I mistook her for a bitch when I first met her" I chuckle and Avery laughs too. 'Nikki is bringing you my card, keep it. It's yours' his voice sounds in my head again. 'Why? ' I mindlessly ask 'You are my mate Ariel, and I take care of what is mine' Lance is the definition of the word drama. 'Until when Lance? Until when you realize you don't want me?' my voice almost breaks from all the shit he keeps making me go through.

Tony fell silent for a bit before uttering, “Everything is in place, so we must carry on. We have been taking chances in the last thirty years. It’s always better to be overly cautious than leave a threat alive. “We know that Laurence is the boy we’ve been tracking down. At the very least, we now have enough indirect evidence to be certain. The family seal, token, and totem must be with Laurence. “Tonight’s objective is to seize the heirlooms. Our odds are slim when it comes to killing Laurence. He holds his own in a fight. Plus, his bodyguards are not to be messed with, either. It’s like they are straight out of the Matrix movie.” Noelle could easily defeat ten of their assassins all on her

It’s almost like my body is dead but my soul lives on, through my eyes. “NO Willow!” Brett shouts at me, shaking me. Jeremy pulls him off me as he starts to do CPR on me but he just makes blood squirt out of my wound. I can feel red molten hot anger from Brett as he turns and races towards Ashley. Tackling him to the ground. “I didn’t know, I didn’t know it was her. Rick was aiming for Louis.” He responds hesitantly placing his hands up in a defensive move. I see Orla crouch down before me in my line of vision with a smile on her face.

He was up and down and on top of that he had warned her to stop talking nosense to him. "Is he really avoiding me cos he's guilty? Am I being fooled in all of this? Does Heron really love me so much like he claims to, that too, that he can't share bed with anyone?"Lala wondered. Despite knowing the fact that her life was in danger and Ravana wanted them so badly, Lala sneaked out of the castle to get answers to her questions somehow. The pregnancy might've inactivated her vampire powers but the little witch powers that Emily (Teddy's friend) gave her, were still active so she could use them to teleport herself.

Intent on protecting her mate, she dove into the battle, risking the grays’ wrath. Caleb’s cousin, Tanner, slammed into her from the sidelines, knocking her off her pads. The brief distraction allowed Caleb time to get to his feet, and at once he lunged at Ragnar. Tanner snapped and snarled at Diana to get her to move to the outskirts of the circle. She growled back at him, the lowest, angriest growl she could manage, and then trotted back to her place. The grays were too big for her to handle. How could she even think she could deal with Vernetta successfully?

The Starknights keened down and asked for forgiveness for their late arrival. Layla quietly walked back to where her sister fell and picked up the ring given to Rhea. While in a moment of silence, Lance, Oscar, and Peter felt the presence of someone spying on them behind the slightly opened door at the back left corner of the room. Lance immediately rushed using an ability called Lightning Move and arrived at the door in less than a second. He tried to open it but it was blocked from the other side. "Back off!" Beatrice shouted and as soon as Lance was out of the way, she casted an offensive magic and burned the door into ashes.