Romans & histoires Alter Lancer

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

Ryder piped up. I frowned. "How come your transformation is excruciating?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. "Alerians don't have to go through this." Luke frowned. "Derek," he began, "Galerians were created by two powerful beings. Our anatomy is constituted with two species thus inheriting the same traits of coming of age. Our physical selves need to adjust in gaining our full potential, but it comes with physical pain. Unlike for Alerians, and I think you already know this, but they just gain their full power on their birthday, and as for purebloods..." he paused, shifting in his seat, "...they experience physical pain before their birthday, when the stage of immortality slowly starts

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."

Some warriors shifted uncomfortably, others frowned in deep thought. Luca stared at me, his expression unreadable. “I know I am a stranger to many of you,” I continued. “I know my name does not yet carry the trust that an Alpha should have. But I am not your enemy. I stand before you not as a murderer, not as a betrayer—but as a warrior willing to fight for our survival.” I raised my head, my voice steady. “I am Elara. I am Lunar Alpha. And I will prove my worth to you—not with words, but with actions.”

Wasn't he the one acting so cruel in the dungeon some hours ago? Lan’s eyes flickered with a mix of anger and curiosity as he gazed at me one last time; his expression was a stark contrast to Alpha Zedex’s cold calculation. Without further protest, Lan silently walked away, leaving me feeling like my world was crumbling before my eyes. "If she's the hunter's pawn, let's kill her!" the crowd shouted.

The litany of names filled the hall like a haunting dirge, silencing even Yuri’s interruption with their solemn gravity. “Alpha L”—I hesitated, my heart clenching as I swallowed down the rising tide of emotions— ".Alpha Liam of the Creek Moon Pack, alongside his Luna, Lily, and their seven children." My voice shook slightly, a whisper of grief snaking its way into the room. My gaze drifted toward Iian, and it was as though the world shrank to just the two of us. His eyes, a soft brown that held the weariness of unending grief, met mine, and I knew he understood what I was about to say.

"I'm glad you shared this with me. It's really sad with the way the female werewolves are unfairly treated here. I just hope this issue will be discussed properly." "Yeah, I hope so too," I replied with a grin. The young man who was rude to me earlier suddenly passed by and pointed at him facing Lexi. "Who is he?" I asked her. "Oh, Lancer." She sighed in disgust. He is a leader of one of the Iron Claw warriors although a mid-level one. He's one of those sexists who love seeing women suffer and treats them like trash." "Lancer, right? It's quite obvious that he's one of them. What is his work here? Why is he here?" I asked her.

one whispered. The first tree snapped like a matchstick and a massive shape emerged from the shattered vegetation. Three meters of nightmare made flesh. Fur black as night, eyes red as embers, claws the length of butcher’s knives. The Lican. Alaric stripped of all humanity. The youngest ran first. A claw caught him mid-leap and smashed him against a tree like a rag doll. The second tried to shift; Alaric lifted him by the neck with one hand and squeezed until the sound was like stepping on a dry branch.

Two Obsidian guards stood at the open doors. Everything was proper. That made the danger sharper. Alaric turned and bowed slightly. “Lady Moonmere.” The title still reached places in her that had been starved of simple recognition. Rhea inclined her head. “Alpha Northwyck.” “Thank you for agreeing to speak with me.” “I agreed because refusing would have allowed too many people to decide what this conversation meant without hearing it.” His eyes warmed with approval. “A practical reason.” “I have developed a fondness for those.”

Watching from the shadows with eyes that burned with malevolent intelligence. The figure was scarred extensively, fur missing in patches where wounds had healed badly. It moved with the fluid grace of someone who’d been trained for violence since birth. Lucien. He must have been waiting for this moment. Waiting for us to exhaust ourselves in battle, for our defenses to be lowered by victory, for the perfect moment of weakness.