Minotaur Lancer Novels & Stories

The Minotaur eyed me, first my cleavage then my face with a leering smirk as Lana came out to serve another table. Lana slapped a heavy wooden spoon on the table before shaking it at him. “My niece has been here her whole life, not that it is any of your concern, minotaur. Look at her like that again, and my mate, the blacksmith, will make a steer outta you, got it?” She dragged me back into the kitchen. Bernus ate with an unconcerned look as he chuckled, “Watch yourself, Bullhead. I’m not the only one around these parts who hates your kind after the war.”

"I rather not see a friend die before my eyes!" *Woom!* Jackson's eyes lit up as a trace of calmness washed over the area. The Quiet Tiran manual was showing strong results. Already advancing to a type of Minotaur creature. A three-headed bull formed behind him. His cultivation circulating to the max. The bull's horns were composed of fire. Powered by his Alchemic Fire that mutated from the Shoreline. On its torso, it wore armor made of dirt that shifted. "Step back." Zero said stepping over. He pulled out two daggers and stared at her. "You need not risk your life. Believe in her and Master Ren."

[Chaotic Minotaur – Rare rank] HP- 1500 CON-150 DEF-290 DEX- 58 ATK- 92 STR-41 MP-50 INT-10 Speed- 36 AGI- 36 Skills- Perception(R) Darkvision(UC) Charge(UC) Dungeon Recall(R) Berserk(R) [The fur stained with the blood of fallen foes, minotaur's are massive, bull-headed monsters of the Horned king race] Although I want to try hunting it, I cannot kill it in a similar way as I did with the orcs. that guy is double the height of the Orc boss I fought. I am surprised with such a size its stats look mediocre.

How could I? Suddenly, my dick is standing straight up and pushing at my zipper. Fuck me! His is going to be like something out of a fucking dream. Holy hell, this isn’t going to be an exercise in trying to get hard. This is going to be me trying not to cum too soon. Holy shit! I had decided my name before I had started working with my first couple. Lancer. It’s a synonym for a rider. A play on my name.

Stone shattered where it landed, sending shards across the chamber. “Hold it! Rina, left flank!” “Nyssa, drive the cats in tighter!” “Viera, cut it off from the wall!” Orders cracked through the storm correcting and readjusting strategy as they adapted to the beast. The minotaur roared again, jerking free of two chains and dragging three wolves across the floor like rag dolls. Vampires dashed in, lightning-fast, anchoring the chains again. Claws dug into flesh, teeth tore at the thick hide but it wasn’t enough.

Rocky yelled back at him. "Did you hear the prophecy?" Jaden asked and stare into his eyes. At the mention of prophecy, Rocky face fell. He had a sad expression on, and control the anger he was feeling inside. Jaden saw the look on his face and could tell that Rocky seems uncomfortable with what he just asked. Then he decided to get him angrier maybe, he will spill some things out. Jaden had a strong will that, Rocky could be the Tyrant Hybrid. "From your look, I guess you heard the prophecy. What do you think about the Tyrant Hybrid that was mentioned?" Jaden sat beside him and asks.

The minotaur had jumped on the manticore and was wrestling both it tail and it's head at the same time. Lyle could not believe his eyes and was frozen where he stood. Soon the minotaur had the manticore in a head lock with one arm, and still had it's tail. The minotaur's grip on the tail seemed to be keeping the manticore from being able to fire it's spikes. The manticore yowled and tried to roll over to get the minotaur off, but the chains did not allow it to do any more than roll to it's side.

I leaned forward, leaving a soft kiss on his temple. Vogar and his men appeared from the shadows. They surround the car. Vogar opened the door of the driver seat. “Nice job, Freya. Let’s return home.” “Go with, Leo. I will join you later. First, there is something that I want to sort out. I need three of your men.” That bitch, Lyrik, was my next target. She was waiting for me. I need to be back at the packhouse before she leaves. “As you wish, Luna.” Vogar signaled three of his men. They joined my car. “Drag the bastard out,” he ordered the two behind him.

“Then we can breach the warehouse through these four entrances simultaneously and take the target out. The building has four floors and it’s safe to assume that Nicolas Ramirov will be on the fourth floor, in the middle somewhere, he won’t go near the windows. We’ll clear the building, floor by floor. It’s also safe to assume that he will have at least ten other men in that building with him.” “Weapons?” Lynda asked her. “I think the SAKO TRG will do the trick for everyone,” Nicole said and I glanced over at Nick. His hand was covering his mouth. “Nick, you don’t agree?” Lynda asked him and Nicole glanced over at him. “The SAKO? Are you serious? Have you ever done a job like this one before?

But just as Lylah leapt over another ridge, her instincts screamed danger. Mid-air, her blue glowing eyes met with a familiar figure mid air, crouched with a long, spine-black iron launcher carved with ancient symbols. It hissed softly, almost alive. A weapon Lylah had never seen before. Bulky, archaic, nothing like the daggers or bows she’d trained against. Its mouth gleamed with violet heat. The male adjusted his grip. It was Rodaric, the brute ex head warrior she had sparred with years ago.