Sonic X Lancelot Novels & Stories

Draco roars, sending his lighting everywhere. “On second thought. You look really powerful. Perhaps you can teach me,” Xylon suggests. I would laugh if this was not a matter of life and death. “Can you make the lightnings rainbow or into shapes and stuff?” he asks. “Oh, I know! Can you make it into Christmas shapes like Santa and Rudolf on a slay? The thunder could sound like a carol.” Now Draco is fuming while our Lycan king shakes his head. “And I thought Xena was the crazy one. It is all of you,” he links, but this is funny. Draco is so angry, it is taking everything in me not to laugh.

"Chill, bro, I just wanted to see if she wanted to do something…." "Dude, read the room." Lance admonished as he stepped in between us when I made a move for the idiot's neck. "Look, look, look, I'm wearing new kicks; they have this badass suede design on the sides." I think Lancelot had too much sugar. What the hell was he saying? "It's a bitch getting blood out of suede, so why don't you just run along home, kid, and live to die another day." Shit, now he's James Bond.

And he sighed “I don’t want this, you do.” Since then, he paused after every spank to give her the opportunity to answer, “Submit!” “No!!” They carried on like that till reaching the twentieth spank. By then, she was breathing like an animal and crying like a Magdalene. “Do you want to carry on in this agony?” He mocked. “You are sick! You are a sadist!” “Of course I am. I am the son of the mad Lycan. What do you think I would be? You see Aikiz. I am a horrible man. You should never love me.”

Elara, you can't just come back and—" “I’ll explain later. But first I need you to take Leo to the ridge,” I cut her off, placing Leo in her open arms. My mind was moving too fast to stop and explain. “There’s a man in a black silk robe waiting with a horse. He’s a lycan, but you have to trust me.” “Lycan?!” Martha spat the word like a curse, her eyes flying wide in fear. “Martha, I need you to do this for me.” I grabbed her shoulders, my grip desperate.

Lancelot tried to encourage Viggo, even though he knew it might not mean much to him. Viggo remained silent, not wanting to discuss anything further. But Lancelot was not one to let Viggo stay quiet. He continued talking and brought up another topic while they were alone. "Have you found any traces of the Lycan?" Lancelot asked. Whenever Lancelot spoke seriously, his tone changed instantly. It was different from when he appeared playful and annoying to Viggo. Fortunately, Lancelot still had a serious side, or else Viggo might have been ready to punch him at any moment.