Minotaur Lancer Novels & Stories

"I will also be your backup plan." "No," I said emphatically. I can take care of myself. Besides, you don't need to stress your injuries, so they can heal quickly. She nodded her head in disappointment, and I patted her on the back. The metal cage made a buzzing sound, then opened wide, followed by a giant creature. He had two big horns on his forehead. His body was red, making him look like a minotaur. He had a sword in his hand that seemed to be made from adamantium or vibranium. He was clad in short purple trousers which tightened around his lap due to the huge body structures he had.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

He had found a Minotaur. More precisely, the Minotaur had found him. It stood over him, a good eighteen inches taller, its large, dark eyes gazing at him intently. The creature’s lips were pulled back slightly, revealing large square teeth, and Andric knew it was not a smile. The brows were furrowed, giving him a fierce countenance. Coupled with that was the fact that his horns, a most impressive pair of curving spikes, seemingly aimed right at Andric, shone impressively in the firelight.

Just as they circle each other, Zachariah growls, "No turning to smoke... you turn to smoke. I pick up the weapon." The general nods and other than his wings that are made out of his smoke, he hardens himself and then attacks. The general knows that he can't kill this Lycan, but there is much he can do without killing him and he is going to have so much fun doing so. ------

"The three of you should bow in my presence and kiss my feet if I demand it." Sarn, the glorious purple dragon laughed the loudest. "I'll tell you what. If you can defeat us, we'll bow and I'll even kiss your dirty, smelly feet." His tail made a grand sweep and Laryn's mammoth head lowered to avoid it. "Yeah make us," Bastian mocked. Fire showed in his blue gaze as he challenged me.

The minotaur reared back in absolute frustration, and roared into the air. In doing so, waves of raw strength emanated from its lungs, and pushed at everything all around it. Some of the nearby pillars toppled over from the act. Then with bright red eyes that were brimming with anger, it lowered its horned head and charged Lucifer with everything it had. It closed the distance between the two of them in a fraction of a second, and blew apart any pillars that stood in its way.

The minotaur charged at Rainer, who was still stuck to the ground. "MOVE DAMN IT!" he yelled at himself. He regained control of his body and quickly dodged to the side, avoiding the horns. The Minotaur stopped in its tracks and let out another violent roar. A sword, about the size of Rainer, came flying to the arena and landed in front of the minotaur. It lifted up the sword and roared again, this time it walked to Rainer with the weapon clutched tightly in its hand. Rainer quickly drew his sword with shaking hands.

Thanks to them keeping the monster occupied, the Minotaur did not hear the jingle of keys as it floated to the magicians’ hiding spot. Once it reached his hands, the Tracer quickly stored it in his inventory. “I got it!” he announced excitedly and cringed when Zen screamed for his life, clutching the halberd and running through the piling rubble. Without his weapon and one horn missing, the Minotaur fumbled clumsily like an overgrown toddler. Noticing how much slower it was compared to earlier, Charlie told Zen to back off and leave it to the couple to play tag with it. Without the halberd, there was no longer a need for Jessica, a mid-range attacker, to be wary.

Placing absolute trust in his partner, and without missing a beat, he continued his charge. With a huff of putrid air, the Minotaur shook out the coiled chains, cocked back his right arm, and let fly the death-bringing weapons with a vengeance. James dove forward just in time. All along his spine he could feel the disturbance of the air as the chains rippled within a hair’s width of his bare skin. Completing the leap, he tucked into a roll, landed onto his shield, and popped up just steps from the enemy. Not giving up any advantage, he sprinted forward and roared as he swung his blade.