Unmasked Lancer Novels & Stories

“And seated closest to you is Lancer.” Lancer is the smallest of the entire group, and by small, I mean he’s still over six feet and heavily muscled. He’s gone for the more formal dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up look. Unlike the others, he has close-cropped sandy hair and, as if to make up for that, a massive beard. “Now, can we do gifts?” Honestly, Ransom is so excited that he’s like a kid on Christmas morning, shifting in his chair and fidgeting with his fork until eggs go flying across the table.

“That’s right. They can’t beat us with the few people they have now!” A young man stood up, a sword in his hand. He hollered with a ferocious bite to his tone. “Heh. Then why don’t you try us?” Lana chuckled and flipped her palm. A purple sword appeared in her grip. “That sword!” Walter took a sharp intake of breath when he saw the sword. Was that not the weapon of choice of Lana Zechs, the Goddess of War? And this masked woman was named Lana as well. He had not thought much about it before, thinking that they happened to share the same name. Now only did he realize that the masked woman was, in fact, Lana Zechs.

Once his inner energy was exhausted, he would meet his end! “Hahaha... Life should be as brilliant as summer flowers, and death should be as tranquil as autumn leaves!” The masked man did not care at all, becoming bolder and more open, saying loudly, “Wolf King, do you know who I am and why I’m passing on my secret techniques to you?” Andrius shook his head and said, “No.” The masked man said without hesitation, “I am a descendant of the Flame Emperor, Lance Jones!” What? He was a descendant of the Flame Emperor?

An ordinary human eye could not see it, but all of them witnessed the newcomer’s strong magic ability with their shifter’s perception. “Oh, I drowned them using my water mist magic,” said the fair-skinned elf. He wore a white and blue trench coat with a silver insignia embroidered at his back. “My apologies, my dear guests. I had only received the ambush information a moment ago. That’s why I came late.” The elf smiled, and he introduced himself, “I’m Lansear.” He lightly arched his head. Luan immediately held his sword. “How can we be sure you’re not one of them?” The lion shifter was wary since they share the same pointed ears, only this one was longer than usual.

In other words, avoid shedding blood as much as possible because the V more blood I shed the weaker Leon get. Osborn reported with the rest of my warrior’s and they bowed in respect. ‘Leon?’ I called my wolf ‘I’m ready Ivan. I’ll tear them apart !” He yelled . ‘Rowan?’ I mind link my Beta ‘Ready as hell baby’ he saiy joking Who the hell jokes at matters like this? Rowan of course. “Let’s go!” I declared.

Pack warriors are given a special blessing to earn a place among the moon, and the spirits of their mates, and kin, are free to visit them in the sky. Iris can sense I’m running behind, and she doesn’t keep me. Mace looks so much like his mother, it still gives me pause sometimes. At forty-eight, her hair is still black as the night sky, she looks ten years younger, and barely any lines mark her face. The top half of her features are a mirror to her son’s, her highbrow, those expressive dark eyes, while from his lips down, my ex is an Ironclaw through and through with his strong jawline and full lips.

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

Their helmets were opaque, reflecting the violet destruction of the hall, and their weapons were Neural-Lances, built to bypass physical armor and attack the brain of a shifter from within. "Subject 0-Alpha identified," the lead Centurion’s vocoder announced. "Subject 0-Healer is critically depleted. Primary objective: Extraction. Secondary objective: Eliminate all witnesses." "There are no witnesses here," Kael said, stepping in front of Elara. He didn't shift into a wolf. He didn’t need to. "Only executioners." The Centurions opened fire. Three Neural-Lances zipped through the air, their blue arcs screaming as they aimed for Kael’s nervous system.

“The famous Phantom.” Alexander’s eyes shifted toward Luna slowly. Not fear, not suspicion, just recognition. Now he was finally seeing it. The real her, the operative, the weapon, and the monster beneath the published executive exterior. The masked man continued casually. “You know, your replacement candidates were disappointing.” A shrug. “None of them survived training.” Luna’s heartbeat slowed. Dangerously calm now. Which was always a bad sign. “Who are you?” “You really don’t recognize me?” The man removed one glove slowly. A scar ran across his wrist. A burn mark shaped like a crescent moon.

“In this season of uncertainty, tradition reminds us that Obsidian endures through shared duty. The symbolic pouring will affirm the grace of cooperation between Alpha command and Luna readiness.” Rhea’s stomach tightened. Luna readiness. A phrase invented to place Scarlett beside a crown without naming the woman Maddox had called Luna. Maddox took the first silver pitcher. Scarlett took the second. For one breath, the image held exactly as the council intended. Maddox in black. Scarlett in pale grace. A bowl between them. The pack was ready to accept the shape because accepting shapes was easier than facing wounds. Then Scarlett lowered her pitcher. Cassian paused. “Lady Scarlett?”