Unmasked Lancer Novels & Stories

"I won't let you turn into a monster for nothing, Aiden! If you die, I’m coming back to finish what you started!" "I’m counting on it," Aiden whispered to the empty, freezing air. The ceiling splintered. A heavy iron boot smashed through the boards, followed by a shaft of bright, blinding firelight. A Lancer dropped into the room, armor gleaming, sword drawn, his face masked by a silver visor. Aiden didn't wait. He didn't even flinch. He thrust his frozen hand upward, not at the Lancer, but at the very air around the man.

Marcus roared with fury. Council enforcers fell beneath us in controlled brutality. Ronan fought at my left flank, his strikes efficient, almost cold. Midnight wolves moved like those who had already lost too much to fear further loss. But the council had adapted. Their second rank carried silver-net launchers designed specifically for Lycan containment. Two fired simultaneously. Marcus twisted mid-lunge, but one net caught across his shoulders and ribs. Silver bit deep as agony tore through his muscles. I ripped free before it could tighten fully. But the scent of blood electrified the air.

Seeing his actions at me, I jumped back a few meters back, the moment I pulled out my sword out of the High Wizard chest, blood spurts out, now fully cut his heart into 2, then his death were confirmed by the Hell Minotaur large hammer, fully demolishing his body into a meat paste. “As always..demons are so barbaric…”. As I was carefully watching the angry gigantic bull in rage, another Tier 6 being arrived at the rooftop of where I was, Steadily standing in the air right next to the rooftop close to where I was standing was an Undead, half of his body were just a white skeleton and another half were rotten flesh but still intact to show his appearance of a valiant looking man, in his middle

Rory holds his nerve, he has the makings of a strong alpha. “She is my mate…” “Yet unmarked. I apologise my King, but Aida belongs to my pack.” Lance’s eyes go beyond red, they start to take on an unworldly black. “That will soon change…Aida get in the car!” He commands of me. “I need to remain with the Mulder convoy…” “GET…IN…THE…CAR!” He roars at me like a demon from hell itself. I can feel his strong aura being released on to me. Yet I can fight it, like I could Ricardo’s

Kael cast a side grin as he watched the two warriors fight. The lancer played with his long spear one-handedly, preparing his stance. The wind circled him as the lance spun fast, like a rolling wheel. The other warrior charged, drove the point of his broadsword, but the spear caught it, bouncing the sword away. The swordsman kept his attacks, but with the combined skill and strength of the lancer, he was untouchable. "A master lancer," Kael corrected Tristan.

“Bianca is currently covering both of Starr’s ears and she is also closing her eyes.” “Bianca?” “The one who became Madame Celine’s friend.” “I want to see my daughter.” Zak nodded and went to Bianca to talk to her. Lance removed his black leather jacket, revealing his fit, muscular physique in his black shirt and black pants. He used a jacket to wipe his hand and face until the blood stain disappeared. He placed the jacket on the face of the man’s corpse he had been punching until he died. Not because he felt sorry for him but so that Starr wouldn’t see it.

“They know how to ruin a moment.” “Well, have this moment later. We need to open up a path for Terrance.” Lorenzo was flicking through his laptop. I threw my hands up. “Did you name…you know what? I don’t care. Where is it?” “Under your husband.” Marek stood up and I lifted up the bench seat. Smiling, I pulled out the beautiful rocket launcher. I’d never actually held one before and as I lifted, I realized it was heavier than I thought. Keenan squeaked and moved to the passenger seat, whereas Marek helped me hold up the back.

Yet he ignored my rebuke, continuing his exchange with the Professor. Professor Williams leaned in with interest. “An AI capable of masking soul resonance completely? That’s almost… mental invisibility.” Darius’s lips curved into a faint smile, eyes sharp. “Precisely. On some battlefields, it could save lives.” “Have you tested it yet?” “Preliminarily complete. Codename: Luna Shield.” The name sliced through me like ice. Luna. Silence settled over the table for a few seconds. I dared not look up, afraid my trembling eyes would betray me.

I growled firmly as I wiped my eyes. “Oh, I'm staying here, boss, for eighteen-plus years,” he replied, and I grunted. Rolling my eyes I watched my dear mate go unlock the back glass patio door. Styx came in full of smiles. “Great news, my fellow Mercs and the rogues are going to dismantle the Red River Pack's guards from the inside so No War. Well, unless the Alpha and Luna fight for themselves,” he chuckled. “Are you serious?” I laughed and smiled at Gavin.

The area was deserted, the wind howling through the night and whipping my hair, sending chills down my spine. I scanned the altar. It was the sacred site for the Alpha Succession Ceremony, etched with dark runes that radiated a sinister aura. "You've lost your mind!" I struggled, but the chains suppressed not just my body—they sapped my strength as well. "Mind? No, I've never been this lucid," Liam said, raising a sacrificial dagger that pulsed with malevolent energy. Ancient runes were carved along its blade. "This is the legendary artifact, capable of forcibly stealing another's power. With your purest Luna blood, I will gain the strength to dominate the entire pack."