Unmasked Lancer Novels & Stories

As though some instinct told them what was going to happen, even the Nightclaw warriors appeared uneasy. At first, the masked figure remained silent. He simply gave me a silently intense look, as though he was assessing my readiness for what was behind the gleaming exterior. "It won't be that easy anyway, but I will onmy obey because it is coming from the Lunar Queen." He chuckled. Then he reached up and **removed the mask** with slow, deliberate movements. The entire world lurched. My body locked in place, and my breath caught. No. No, this isn't possible.

"You need my help? So, the ever knowing alpha needs my help." "C'mon don't drag on this." I said. "What do you need?" He asked. I took off my shirt, exposing the scary swollen veins. And then I removed the eye contact lens I had put to conceal the redness of my eyes. Dexter gasped in fear. "What the hell is this?" "It's Jordan." I replied. "He wants freedom." "Oh my!" He said, staring at me with fake sympathy, which almost made me puke on his face.

"It seems that you have a rank 4 body too, the Royals didn't spare resources to kill a rank 1 cultivator." Lane said, pointing his knife at him. That weapon was an inscribed item, with its sharp edges shining in a pale light. Also, an invisible air current enveloped it, it seemed that Lane was boosting its power with a rank 0 spell of some sort. The representative's eyes sharpened hearing his remark and opened his mouth to speak from behind the clothes that covered his face. "That is a rank 4 body? But its power seems only to reach the peak of the third rank."

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!

She turned around quickly to see a tall guy who looked to be in his late twenties. He had dark brown hair, murky green eyes that moved around the store and his lean body was clothed in black attire. He was carrying a large brown box in his arms and moved in quiet, graceful strides. Melody noticed dark designs in the inner part of his forearm; a tattoo. His gaze quickly locked onto hers. The green hues morphed into a darker colour as stared her for a few seconds, his mouth slightly agape before his eyes dragged themselves over towards the hysterical man near her.

When I had my scar and I told him that I was hideous and didn't want to show my face. He didn't argue, rather he came home the next day, with a mask, and every year, he would get me a new mask, one that fit my changing features. So who cares about him being a bad person, Dante is far from that, if anyone deserves to be the Lycan king, he should be the one and I will make that possible, very soon. I didn't bother to know why Roman was getting dethroned, it only made it easier for me, I can face Xylah, Bryce and Kai.

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

“Don’t have long for what?” Rowan met her eyes, and she saw no softness there—only grim certainty. “To learn if you’ll survive the change.” Her throat constricted. “No. No, this is wrong. I’m not—this isn’t—” “You are,” Rowan cut in. “That mark doesn’t lie. You’ve been bitten under a lunar triad.” Evelyn blinked. “A what?” “The three full moons that rise in a single season,” Rowan explained, his voice low, steady. “It’s rare. And dangerous. Those bitten then don’t become mindless beasts. They become true lycans.”

After hearing what he had said, Lance burst out laughing as if he had never heard such a hilarious joke before. "Ha ha ha! Did you hear what he just said?" The gene martial artists in the Kutcher’s main hall could not help but laugh. Lucas’ words were just plain ridiculous. "You don't believe me?" Lucas looked at Lance with a faint gaze. "Believe you?" Lance snorted again. "Not unless the sky is falling down!" Lucas smiled indifferently and activated the Immemorial Demonic Script immediately! His Immemorial Demonic Script was at Level 2. Thus, the horrifying demonic aura released by it would be a plain nightmare for low-ranked Evolved Ones.

"Ang aming mga weapons ay walang 'Target Lock' sa kanila!" ​ANG SINAUNANG AWIT NI LAKAN ​Sa gitna ng desperasyon, lumabas si Lakan mula sa mga guho. Hawak niya ang isang lumang tambuli na gawa sa puting kristal. "Ang mga Exterminators ay hindi mga sundalo, Xander Black. Sila ay mga 'Glitches' sa tela ng realidad. Hindi sila lalabanan ng bakal... kailangan silang labanan ng Harmony."