Alter Lancer 소설 & 이야기

ability, healing them at a rate of 200 HP per second. [Undying Commander- Epic Rank] [Aura Type] As I studied the details of this skill, it became clear that Lance's strengths were now firmly rooted in his ability to lead and inspire his troops, rather than in individual accomplishments. "His skills are more centred toward commanding an army, and not meant for individual heroics," I mused, a sense of recognition dawning upon me. Indeed, the young man I had once known seemed to have undergone a profound transformation. The haughty, self-assured demeanour I had witnessed had given way to a more focused, disciplined approach – one that prioritized the collective power of his forces over persona

Their yells of protest were nothing compared to the howls of angered warriors on my tail. “Stop running, you bitch!” The voice of Leonard bounced against the walls, and they almost caught up to me when I burst into the Alpha's office and shifted into my human form. “I need to talk to the both of you.”

That meant Lancer had teamed up with Killian. Also, Lancer knew I would kill anyone who even dared to look at Luna for more than a few seconds. So he had come prepared. He had brought his army with him to fight me if necessary. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought his entire pack just to celebrate the coronation ceremony of the king he despised. Right? Soon Lancer killed beta Rodrick next he defeated his other opponent. He looked at me as he killed Alpha Dylan. There was hate in them. Oh, he hated me. And the feeling was mutual.

He could feel how lonely it was, living in this huge palace and the only company he ever had was Prince Licht’s. A slit opened in the space before him and out flew Lancer on his bird. Prince Lumiere sensed his presence and quickly got up. He looked at the odd creature and asked, “Who are you?” Lancer stood on the bird, then made a back flip off of it and landed on his desk. He looked up at Prince Lumiere then bowed to him, “Greetings, your highness, Prince Lumiere of the Dark Elven Kingdom. I am Lancer, the Wingless Far of the clan ‘Boundlessly Rich.’”

Rory holds his nerve, he has the makings of a strong alpha. “She is my mate…” “Yet unmarked. I apologise my King, but Aida belongs to my pack.” Lance’s eyes go beyond red, they start to take on an unworldly black. “That will soon change…Aida get in the car!” He commands of me. “I need to remain with the Mulder convoy…” “GET…IN…THE…CAR!” He roars at me like a demon from hell itself. I can feel his strong aura being released on to me. Yet I can fight it, like I could Ricardo’s

I’m not sure how I feel about that old name resurfacing. “Falcon,” I tell him. “Call me Falcon.” “No,” He says sternly, before turning to face me. “Lachlan was the naïve young man who signed a deal with the devil, But Falcon was the one who carried it out. It’s time to bury Falcon so that Lachlan and Laney can have a chance.” He steps away from me, walking back to the door. He stops and spins, looking me over, contemplating something.