Walter X Lance Novels & Stories

It felt like I had won a mini war because that was the name that I nominated. Lance’s case was much easier because I knew the process and how to convince King for me to have my way. I also thought that Ryder and Lance sounded like a cool duo. While his elder brother seemed like a well-discipline kid who followed the rule to the letter, Lance was more of a free spirit who did whatever he wanted. Ryder spent a lot of time following Reiner and his grandfather around and together they formed a trio with a very military vibe.

Blood spread across the floor while Hayley stood there calmly, her boot planted on his corpse. "If you want to judge me," she said coldly, "say your names." The entire hall went silent. Everyone felt their heartbeat skip. Even here, even when surrounded by enemies, she was still a violent storm. Lance stared at the girl standing in blood below him. His eyes gleamed. "My name is Lance Delgado," he said. "I'm the base director of Ark One." As soon as he spoke, the masked figures on both sides followed. "I'm Gerard Ford, director of Ark Two."

Then he started to nuzzle Annalise’s ear and kissed her cheek. “I’m so happy that I could contribute to your downfall, Miss Walsh. Call me Lucifer!” “You are so arrogant, Mr. Lucifer,” Annalise replied hitting his chest jokingly. “If we’re late and get scolded by your mom, I’m going to point in your direction…” “One look at us and she will understand what happened…” Lance said, keeping her to his chest. “You need to let me go,” Annalise added trying to force Lance to open his arms and free her.

Not just to have a conversation as I knew he was upset about what he perceived his role was in CeCelia’s attack, but to also train so to speak, with all our powers coming to the surface it would be best if we learned to control them. Lance was easy to find, since he had become CeCelia’s Protector his scent had grown stronger to both Zach and I. Making my way toward the central area I heard his deep voice, Lance had quickly become a fan favorite among the single ladies, and already garnered quite the reputation for himself as a dominant lover. CeCelia had only spoken briefly of his rather sordid past, saying it was his to tell but that we need not be worried or concerned as there was nothing

Lanceil tapped Dwight’s head and he smiled sweetly at him. Yes. Lanceil is the former Alpha of the Wayne pack. But although many feel intimidated at his strong aura, Dwight sees him as a sweet father. That is why until now, Dwight couldn’t understand why the current Alpha, Chandler, hates his own father so much; enough to tremble in fear. “I need to go somewhere,” Lanceil said. “So, I will go now. Goodluck to you, Dwight.” Lanceil bid his farewell, and he did not forget to give him a smile before he walked out of the garden and back to the living room.

He wanted to absorb everything. Finally, Dr. Lance approached from the stairs. Walter got on his feet and his human father halted in his steps as he stared at him. “I never thought I'd see you here again,” the man said. “Yet here I am,” Walter responded. Dr. Lance looked to Wayne who was also standing and he furrowed his brows. “Who are they?” he asked suspiciously as everyone else stood. “My kind,” Walter answered and alarm ran across his human father's face. “We want to ask you a few questions... regarding mother,” he added.

“The Banshee did that?” Lance Armistice said contemplatively from across the cluttered desk. The hard-nosed trainee captain, after listening patiently to Allen’s retelling of Morose’s story, roughly stroked the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. Although not the giant that Frank Brunes was nor as beefy as some of the other Hunters, Lance possessed an appearance of constant agitation, which made him difficult to approach.

Lance said, his voice breaking with emotion. He didn’t know how to start, especially since he was meeting his daughter in such an unexpected way. He didn’t want her to be shocked or scared of him because of what happened to his daughter. “My name is Starr. I am the daughter of Lance Hart and Celine Salvatore.” She introduced what her mother had taught her. A torrent of tears escaped Lance’s eyes. “Sweetheart, I’m Lance Hart,” he said, a smile gracing his lips as he introduced himself. “Would it be alright if I gave you a hug?”

Third Person's POV Lance's face stiffened slightly as he turned away, insisting, "I'm not officially part of the Warscar Training Camp. My teacher said I'm just his student, not a camp member." Adelaide smiled brightly. "That's a bit of denial. Since Klein is part of the Warscar Training Camp and you're his student, you're definitely associated with it. When did you join?" Lance forced a smile, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere. "We were talking about Cedric meeting Elder Halsey. When do you plan to go?"

“Fine. You asked for it, Walter. You can’t blame us for anything that happens since you have a death wish!” Louisa gave a cold smile. “It seems like you’re not aware of just how strong my family is. We have two fighters who are as strong as nine-star Kings of War, and there are nearly a hundred men who have the strength of Kings of War. How are you going to beat all of us?” “If that’s what you say, Walter, it seems like we’ll just have to get rid of you!” Kane also huffed at Walter. “Heh. Since I’ve already decided to follow Master Fane, I’ve set aside my fear of death long ago.”