Unmasked Lancer Novels & Stories

Louis Arch; it hummed with the high-pitched, predatory whine of a machine that was hungry. Inside the LNI’s specialized stealth-shuttle, Xander checked the seal on his silver mask. Beside him, Lucien and Selene were a study in silent, lethal focus. They weren't coming as diplomats or protectors today. They were coming as the ghosts of a world that refused to be sold.

His mind drifted back to that fateful encounter, the memory of it both a blessing and a curse. Yet, unbeknownst to Lance, another pair of eyes watched him intently, a sneer playing upon the lips of the observer. [Name- Lance Ironwing] Age- 19 Race- Human Title- Northern Marshall {Increase All Stats by 3%} Class- Juggernaut Knight Element- Wind (GRADE 3), Crimson Flame (Grade 2) Level 181 HP:21000 DEF: 7890 ATK: 1290 Mana: 2400

Chapter 48: Sanaya’s P.O.V “Hi…” My voice sounded breathless to my ears. A smile lit up Lancelin’s face slowly, his eyes turning a bright shade of amber. He was dressed in a crème colored suit jacket and pants with a white shirt underneath and the white suite was embroidered in gold designs, similar to the designs on my dress. His hair was gelled and brushed back and that little bit of difference in hair styling gave him a whole new look that I loved. As an immortal, I don’t think Lance could ever look any less dashing but today, he seemed to be radiating happiness.

The heavy iron door of the staging box suddenly clicked open, an arena coordinator signaling with a sharp wave of her hand. "Liam Vance, you are cleared for the ice. Final call." Liam looked up, his blue eyes instantly darkening with a lethal, razor-sharp focus as the aristocratic mask slipped flawlessly back into place. The anxiety was gone, burned away by the raw heat of the man holding him. Jaxson slowly released his grip on Liam's waist, his dark gold eyes flaring with a fierce, predatory pride as he reached down to unzip Liam’s training jacket, pulling the fabric off his shoulders to reveal the stunning, minimalist black silk tunic beneath.

Not submissive. A weapon. But a controlled one. After a long pause, I slowly shifted back. The glow faded. My body settled into human form, my breathing even. Laurel leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. “She’s real.” “I told you,” Ryan said, stepping beside me and handing me his jacket. Alpha Regal finally stood, his tall frame casting a shadow across the table. “You have my attention, Elena of the Star Raiders.” I met his gaze. “Then hear our plea.”

Sorren’s POV The faceless Luna made my skills look like a joke. I spent every sword strike trying to keep my head safe from all her attempts to kill me. She barely spoke a word and disappeared into nothing after almost killing me countless times. I had Mark, the Pack’s doctor , check out some of the injuries I sustained because they refused to heal as fast as every other wound. “I need to see whatever is doing this, because it doesn't seem normal any longer.” Mark sighed, shaking his head.

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.

I wheezed. He squeezed harder and for a moment, black dots danced in my eyes. My claws twitched, ready to lash out but even I wasn’t stupid enough to attack a Redmoon warrior. These men weren’t normal wolves. They were the violent and dreaded lycans. They were killers raised on war. He finally dropped me like I weighed nothing and I fell to my knees, gasping and rubbing my sore neck. Another warrior snorted. “Should chain her somewhere. She talks too much.”

It'll be too late until he reaches there. His heart stuttered. Was she going on a death mission? No! She couldn't fight alone against Alonso. No! No! No! Hunter was already running out of the mansion as he mind-linked Rasmus, Luca, and his warriors.