Unmasked Lancer Novels & Stories

"If someone's going to take my brothers place, it'll be me." The elders glared at each other. And then one of them burst out laughing. "You? Alpha? Preposterous. You're female." I smiled. "So?" "You can't lead warriors." "Watch me." Another old man strained his neck, his scowling face contorted in a grimace. "You'd be better advised to think of becoming Luna. That would be more for you. A nice face, not a commander." I sprang to her feet so quickly the chair creaked. "Repeat it."

Just as they circle each other, Zachariah growls, "No turning to smoke... you turn to smoke. I pick up the weapon." The general nods and other than his wings that are made out of his smoke, he hardens himself and then attacks. The general knows that he can't kill this Lycan, but there is much he can do without killing him and he is going to have so much fun doing so. ------

Sterling held my hand, shaking his head. “Trying to protect her?” Dean asked, then turned to everyone. “Look everyone, he is trying to protect his weak cousin,” The soldiers laughed. “I don't care who is protecting you. You will go down by my blade,” Earl pointed his spear at me. “You will not dare!” Sterling barked, his gamma aura spreading through everyone's bones. The soldiers bowed in fear, taking steps back. “You will not intimidate my soldiers,” Dean said, recovering from the commanding aura.

How could I? Suddenly, my dick is standing straight up and pushing at my zipper. Fuck me! His is going to be like something out of a fucking dream. Holy hell, this isn’t going to be an exercise in trying to get hard. This is going to be me trying not to cum too soon. Holy shit! I had decided my name before I had started working with my first couple. Lancer. It’s a synonym for a rider. A play on my name.

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.

Ruan commanded, his voice a low, vibrating growl that echoed off the weeping stone walls. The mercenary reached up, his fingers lingering on the edge of the ballistic wolf mask before he pulled it free. The man beneath wasn't the monster I expected. He was younger than Ruan, with a face mapped by jagged white scars and eyes the color of a winter sky—eyes that looked like they had seen the end of the world and decided it wasn't worth the hype.

He looked up to see it revert to where it had come from. Lucas caught it with one arm, fixing it as the shield glinted with its concentric black and white circles that matched his spy-esque suit as he had on a black mask over his face and a kind of black and white stealth suit. Someone else appeared on Viper's side, donned in black attire and a mask over her cheek bones. Carmen was brandishing a sparkling arrow in a bow. Her brother appeared next to Lucas, his sword in hand, looking like a cyber-punk gladiator. They all had various outfits which seemed to match their traits.

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,