Novel & Cerita Unmasked Lancer

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."

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

The air buzzed with anticipation. Luna stood in the center of the packed dirt ring, her black coat flaring in the wind, hair braided tight against her skull. She didn’t need armor her presence alone made the crowd shift back a step when her gaze swept over them. Facing her was marrok. Not in his council cloak this time, but stripped down to training leathers, his scarred arms bare. He held a practice blade in one hand, though his stance told me he relied on more than just steel.

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.

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.

“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?

As though some instinct told them what was going to happen, even the Nightclaw warriors appeared uneasy. At first, the masked figure remained silent. He simply gave me a silently intense look, as though he was assessing my readiness for what was behind the gleaming exterior. "It won't be that easy anyway, but I will onmy obey because it is coming from the Lunar Queen." He chuckled. Then he reached up and **removed the mask** with slow, deliberate movements. The entire world lurched. My body locked in place, and my breath caught. No. No, this isn't possible.