Unmasked Lancer Novels & Stories

Jalon gave him a friendly smile before lifting his mask and placing it over his face. Luciana sat in the stadium's front row, watching the action unfold. She couldn't help but smile as she thought of Jalon's strategy. She was completely aware of it all, and it infuriated her whenever Jalon used it against her when they fought in their battles back in IAA campus. The vials strewn across the floor acted as flash grenades. Jalon would scatter them over the fighting field and shield his eyes with a mask or glasses to avoid being blinded by the blast. He'd then charge at his opponent with his sword, purposefully stepping on the vials to cause them to explode, temporarily blinding his opponent and

It was a "Cage of Logic." "We’re in range," Lucas whispered, looking out the lead-glass porthole. He held up a "Disruptor-Lance"—a spear made of the same "Dissonance-Crystal" that had shattered the Glass-Walkers. "If we hit the 'Master-Node,' the whole grid should unspool. But the kickback is going to send us flying into deep space. We don’t have enough steam to get home."

I am the future Luna of the Council of the United States. I didn't destroy the council. I became them and changed them. I'll do whatever Kira wants and then destroy her. She's going to learn the hard way, Never mess with Lisa Kane.

Because above Arian, there was still him, the strongest Alpha in Wolfspring. Lance didn't deny that Albert's kick on his chest left him in a lot of pain. Lance was even sure that one of his ribs was broken. He could feel it very clearly. However, Lance did not want to show his weakness before Albert. Therefore, he exerted all his strength to get up while suppressing the pain. The man took a deep breath as he clenched both hands tightly. "I am Lance Morgan. And there are no coincidences in my fights!" he said with emotion.

The chief nodded. When Lancer cleared his throat. We turned to him. His arms firmly crossed, his resting bitch face was also reactivated. "Now that my friend's proven not guilty. Can I finally take her out of here?" He arched his neatly shaped brow. There you go, my badass friend. "S-Sure, Sir. We apologize for the—"

Their entire body was wrapped in tight, obsidian-threaded silk that absorbed the surrounding light, and their face was completely concealed beneath a polished, featureless silver porcelain mask painted with a single, weeping red eye at the center. ​Clutched in the figure's gloved left hand was the Second Moon Heart—the brilliant blue sapphire, glowing faintly as it was forcibly held inside a sphere of strange, swirling black liquid that completely severed its connection to Seraphina’s aura. ​"Stop!" Lysander launching himself forward with blinding, phantom speed, his dark blade executing a lethal, decapitating strike aimed straight at the intruder's neck. ​The masked warrior didn't even draw

He leaped down, dodging the rain of arrows, and landed on the ground with the agility of a leopard. "One got away!" Lyra yelled. "Not away," Rakar corrected. "He came down deliberately to buy time for the others to escape." The Lunaris scout stood tall. He wore a black leather mask, and in his hands, he gripped two curved daggers. He looked at Rakar and his troops with a mocking gaze. "Is this all that's left of the Velkan soldiers?" he sneered. "Pathetic." "Incapacitate him!" Rakar ordered his soldiers. "I want him alive for interrogation."

“What?” “I just…he was talking about you going to your uncle’s pack to find a mate. He said you could have your pick from the Gamma brothers in Silver Tree. I was sitting with my friends and I heard him talking…” Lancer looked up at me. “I lost it. I’m sorry, Alpha. I know I shouldn’t have…I just…I couldn’t sit still.” “Dad…is Lancer telling the truth?” Tara sounded heartbroken. Gerard shook his head. “That pup shouldn’t have been listening in on personal conversations.”

Jack whispered, a breathtaking, genuine smile stretching across his face. Marcus stood a half-step behind him, exactly where the Bastion was supposed to be. The boxer wore a sleek, sleeveless combat rig of dark grey kinetic fabric that highlighted the heavy, scarred muscle of his massive arms. His hands were bound in fresh, pristine athletic tape, but beneath the fabric, the Liquid Silver mana was already simmering, coiled and ready.

“Who are you?” I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I had slipped up. It had been one stupid, careless mistake. My heart raced as I scrambled for an explanation, but nothing came to mind. The last thing I wanted was for him to recognize me as the Luna who had supposedly died—hell, even knowing me as Nyx was dangerous. He would figure out who I was, and that would be the end of everything. Ronan Garrick. Alpha Ronan of Silver Hollow pack. The man who had requested to see me the night I had died. My biggest enemy ㅡ well apart from Davis and Elaraㅡ he was in the pack?