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.

“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?”

I start and then Cheri cuts in. “Rosie, maybe you and the wolf-less girl can play dollies while the rest of us train. We all know your wolf is a dud!” Cheri taunts. “Do you have to be a mean bitch? I thought you wanted to be the next Luna. From what I have been taught, Lunas are supposed to be kind and care for all of their pack members, especially the weakest ones,” I reply. Anyone surrounding us is “ooh”-ing. Rosie shakes her head and places her hand on my shoulder, “It’s okay. Cheri is my cousin, you don’t have to stand up for me. You wouldn’t want to make any enemies on my account anyways.”

He was flanked by Morgan Pack warriors and security personnel, their weapons drawn and ready. His eyes widened in shock when he recognized me in my male disguise. "Liza!?" Behind him, bound and looking disheveled, sat Zachary Wilson. His expression mirrored my father's surprise—recognition mixed with confusion at finding me here, dressed as I was. I seized the opportunity, dragging our subdued attacker toward my father. "Father, this woman attacked us with murderous intent, wielding silver. We subdued her. Please—" Before I could finish, a sharp thwack cut through the air. The woman in my grip jerked violently, then collapsed to the ground. Her eyes remained open, fixed in eternal surprise,

“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.”

Under Andes's direct manipulation, the pack council had no choice but to take the matter seriously. Leonard was no longer the Alpha he once was. He was as broken as a madman. How could the pack appoint such a wolf as Alpha? He was banished. When Serina learned of Leonard's banishment, she was trying on the Luna gown she had long prepared in front of the mirror. She instantly turned deathly pale in the mirror. She staggered back two steps and collapsed to the ground. "How is this possible? I told Andes everything about Lydia's dirty deeds. How could he still protect her?"