Unmasked Lancer Novels & Stories

A female voiced wearing a full scale mail with a plume of white feathers attached like a comb on his helmet without a weapon held but a gothic war hammer strapped on her right side with the letter ‘L’ designed on her gauntlet. “Seems like a dream, a grand entrance like this gives our opponents a shill to their spines not to talk of the opponents right now are the Humanes who we once looked up to.” Said a sallow skinned male yet attractive, his lips as red as cinnabar, holding a recurved bow wearing a multi-colored beanie covering both ears with the letter ‘R’ carved on his small wooden guitar worn behind without an arrow seen.

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,

He just stood there looking at her in awe. “Thanks,” she replied, and she blushed a little. “Why were you looking for me?” “Uh, right,” Langrion said seemingly able to recollect his thoughts at the moment. “Khailis and I just met with the made that the commander had sent. Take a look at this.” He removed his mask and showed it to Shia. Shia turned it around over her hand. The mask looked the same to her, but when she flipped it over for a second time, she saw that the gash in front of the mask was gone; only the gash on the underside of it remained.

"If you hadn't been hogging that position, Damon would have been mine long ago! Why do you get to be Luna by birthright, to command an entire pack with your noble blood and perfect fur, while I can only be a florist who has to budget for a single necklace?" Yuna pursed her lips. "If you wanted that place, you could have fought for it. Instead, you used someone else's child as a prop, someone else's pup to pay your debts, silver dust and fire to kill. Vera, you're not pitiful. You're cruel." Vera's face twisted in rage at the words. She lifted her launcher and fired a short, silver-coated needle straight at Yuna.

My wolf growled. Not one. Several. I took a slow breath. “They're already inside.” A voice came from behind me. “Luna…” I turned. More figures emerged from the darkness. Their faces were covered. Their weapons were drawn. My heart pounded. One of them stepped forward. “Don't make this difficult.” I raised my weapon. “You came to capture me.” “Yes.” “Then you're going to have a problem.” The assassin tilted his head. “You still don't understand.” “Understand what?”

"Kaelen isn't stupid. He heard the rumors." ​He tossed me a sword—a sleek, black blade made of obsidian glass. ​"Suit up, Elara," Alaric commanded. "You wanted to know if you were ready? Tonight, we find out." ​"I can't fight them," I said, panic flaring. "If they see me... if Kaelen is with them..." ​"You won't fight as Elara Vance," Alaric said, pulling a mask from a shelf. It was made of bleached bone, shaped like the upper skull of a wolf. It covered the eyes and nose, leaving only the mouth exposed. It was terrifying.

But Marcus had given direct orders. Go with Lance. Collect the shipment. No mistakes. That alone had irritated him. Because Marcus knew exactly what he was doing by forcing them together. Ragnar stepped through the VIP corridor and immediately saw him. Lance stood near the bar like he owned the room. Black shirt half-open at the throat, sleeves rolled to reveal tattooed forearms, a chain catching the dim light. He looked older than his years now. Harder. Sharper. The softness that used to live in his face had been carved out and replaced with something dangerous.

Silas rolled his eyes boringly, he had been in this meeting for an hour, 30 minutes and 25 seconds to be exact and he was getting pissed off with each second that ticked by. “And why is it alarming?, I will find my mate when it is due time” Silas scoffed, playing with the sharp nib of the fountain pen that he usually used in signing documents by stabbing it lightly into the wooden oak table, the nib made hole dents in the table with just a prick. “A pack without a Luna is not really a pack, no matter how strong we claim that we are, if we don't have a Luna then we are as good as the other packs out there” Elder Ramus, the leader and chief of the council of elders said in a passionate tone.

Then they would know why he'd been dubbed The Destroyer. Before he let his emotions overtake him, Brand's tactical training kicked in. He did not have the Berserker in him like his brother. He was a single shifter among an entire clan of warriors here. Biding his time until he could gather his bearings before punishing them for their insult was the more logical choice. His jaw tightened as he sought to control his anger.

15)(Warrior Knight) HP:2240/2700 ATT:1400 DEF:1580 MANA:150/500 INT:580 STA:120/140 AGI:840 Details: This guy has a weird taste, beware of his intentions Abilities: -Arcane Shield(200 Mana) -Battle Rage(150 Mana) -Invincibility (400 Mana) -Justice Smash(300 Mana) Author: Sigh....Even the system mocks him System: It’s your work Author Author: Cough....Cough...Cough..... Ouch..ouch...ouch..Lucifer started yelping in pain as Max started laughing seeing his censored view on display Hey, it's not funny, Lucifer said through clenched teeth seeing max laughing at him.