Sym-bionic Titan Lance Novels & Stories

She turned her gaze on me, eyes gleaming with malice. “And you, Yuri… I imagine you’d like to kill my dear Erick, considering he took your only family from you.” I stiffened. My eyes darted to the man beside her—Lucian. His expression was blank, but his eyes, a swirling mix of red and black, were watching me too closely. His pale skin and wild black hair made his vampiric nature unmistakable. He gave me a mock bow. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Yuri.” My blood boiled at his false politeness.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The missiles streaked past him, exploding harmlessly behind him. He raised his right arm, spinning up the heavy rotary cannon.BRRRRRRRT. A stream of depleted uranium rounds chewed across the Glass Sea, ripping through the industrial excavation equipment and the cultists in their crimson robes. Purple Titan blood, used to enhance the cultists' physiology, splattered against the reflective glass, sizzling in the desert heat. They were enhanced, but they were no match for ten tons of furious carbon-titanium. Jack plowed through their defensive line like a bowling ball through pins, scattering bodies and metal across the crater.

of the South The air in the subterranean forge was thick enough to choke a human, but for the Lycans of the United North, it was the smell of a brewing storm. Rhea stood over the primary "Breaker-Bolt," a six-foot lance of hyper-refined silver that shimmered with a pale, bioluminescent light. It didn't reflect the lanterns; it seemed to consume their glow, channeling it into the intricate runes Elias had etched into its surface with his own claws.

Lucian hissed, his voice dropping into a feral, territorial snarl that made the audio channel vibrate. Through the infrared camera mounted to his tactical helmet, Jade watched his point of view tilt violently as he accelerated into a dead sprint past a stack of rusted steel containers. His massive six-foot-four frame moved with a terrifying, unyielding velocity that defied his size. He didn't approach the starboard hatch with tactical caution; he slammed into the open service port like a freight train of solid muscle and dark wool, his personal security detail flaring out behind him to seal the perimeter.

"Like I've said before, this Fire Phoenix Snow Lotus is mine." Sian's face contorted with ferocity as he glared at Severin. "I guess I'll have to take it by force if you refuse to yield!" His smile grew slightly contorted as the golden lance in his hand pulsed with rising power. Countless glimmers of divine light radiated from it. With the lance firmly in hand, every single step echoed with a thundering boom, and his level eight supreme saint energy dominated the hills for miles. Even space itself trembled ever so slightly. A huge, holographic, shimmering golden lance materialized behind him in a spitting image of the one he wielded. Its call resonated within everyone's ears, and even practi

"Go! I signaled my pilot to fly the girl and the medical team away, and I remained behind to deal with the soldiers. I had already mindlinked my beta and asked him to send the military force in case a war were to begin. I am a Lycan. I am the strongest of all, so killing all those men singlehandedly was a piece of cake for me, but still, I chose to involve my military. I knew sending back the corpses of his men would only humiliate him more because he would be left wondering why his a hundred and something men were defeated by a single person. "What brought you to my kingdom?" I asked as more of the troop trooped closer to me.

I definitely know it is not Hong, this is definitely a male lycan. “What are you looking for?” Lance asks me from behind. I turn to see his mouth-watering handsome face smiling at me. He was wearing a T-shirt with a plaid shirt unbuttoned, jeans and brown boots. My eyes linger down slightly, trying not to look at the belt buckle at his lower waist. Eyes up Aida, eyes up!

Chapter 39: Sanaya’s P.O.V I unlocked the door to Lance’s apartment and held it open so we could both enter at the same time. After two days in the hospital where the Lance’s specialist, also a Chrone in one of the Magean tribes, had fed him several dangerous looking liquids to boost up his healing and energy without having to feed, he was discharged to go home and rest well…and do an actual feeding for the sake of his health.

Atlas said. I felt nauseous, as if something disgusting was crawling on my skin. The smell coming from the forest's dead tree was way better than the words coming out of Atlas' mouth. “You-!”. Daxter kicked Atlas and instantly shifted into his wolf form. He was a black wolf, and was obviously bigger and looked stronger than me. And… There was a tattoo on his right leg. It was a paw tattoo, but had two distinguished colors. Purple and white. All previous Blackwood Alphas of the Red Moon pack had something like that.