Romans & histoires Alter Lancer

“Damn, bro, you bagged the beauty already? That was fast.” Alaric gave him a sidelong glance. “Fast? Ten years, three months, and twenty-five days. You call that fast?” He turned and walked away, leaving Gio blinking in surprise. “No, wait—Brother, something’s going on here!” From the shadows, Lance watched quietly, his expression unreadable. “Ten years, huh…” he murmured to himself. His lips curled into a bitter smile. “That’s a few years longer than mine. I guess I didn’t lose unfairly after all.”

Then they would know why he'd been dubbed The Destroyer. Before he let his emotions overtake him, Brand's tactical training kicked in. He did not have the Berserker in him like his brother. He was a single shifter among an entire clan of warriors here. Biding his time until he could gather his bearings before punishing them for their insult was the more logical choice. His jaw tightened as he sought to control his anger.

Kedrick grinned. With that, the door to Kitt's capsule slid shut and Lucas' crane lowered him down into his mech. The Wedge was ready. Lucas nodded. "Right. Your turn, Alyx." Alyx flashed me a grin as she slid into a capsule of her own, taking a moment to pull back her shortened hair to insert an IRON chip into the slot at the nape of her neck. The door slid closed, and seconds later Alyx was being lowered into her latest choice of mech-a grey Valkyrie, loaded down with twin railguns and her signature howitzer.

Michael, the beta replied. My brain calculated everything quickly, it was Isabelle. The so called anonymous hunter was one of their members, how dare they?! I asked, feigning pretense, "What did you do to her?" "We shot her thinking she was a rogue, it was later that we got information it was the current Luna of your pack." The instant he made the confession, I rushed at him, I pulled him and squeezed his shirt. How dare he mistake my Issy as a Rogue?! She is not and will never be.

(King Lancer) Shocked due to me knowing about him. Although flustered, King Lancer were not rude or even in avoidance at me, he was very respectful to me as he shown me his salute, the ancient way, he put his skeleton right hand on his left chest and bowed slightly, this gesture were the gestured of respect that an enemy can show to their foes, meaning despite they were enemies, respect will be given because it was deem and appropriate to give one.

Kael cast a side grin as he watched the two warriors fight. The lancer played with his long spear one-handedly, preparing his stance. The wind circled him as the lance spun fast, like a rolling wheel. The other warrior charged, drove the point of his broadsword, but the spear caught it, bouncing the sword away. The swordsman kept his attacks, but with the combined skill and strength of the lancer, he was untouchable. "A master lancer," Kael corrected Tristan.

“He is my Kian!” “Was!” He raised his voice. “He will be gone. So, it’s better to say he was your man. Now I own this body and my name is Emrys Mizkeal. And from now on!” He announced. “I wish to be called by my name and not his. Kian Nyx Abner will be gone… as soon as I absorb all parts of my soul back! I, Mizkeal, am the lord of Blank Space and soon… I will be the lord of your world.”

“Mom.” “Yes, dear?” “Can you tell me a little bit more about the Lothians? Why am I so important to have? Why they took Alexandria.” I asked. I could see the shock on her face when I asked. “Well. It is a bit difficult to explain. Ledges have it that the Luna, also known as you. Are the only ones that can wipe out their existence. This is why they are they killed your sister. Before she could transform.” She said placing her hands on her lap.

All eyes were on the star's ascension, watching it unfolded into bursting wings of light. Lars has transformed into a white armored angel with six divine wings hovering behind his back, connected by a golden halo. The armor was his own solidified Scion Force, sparkling in majestic grandeur of white and gold. A sword patterned crown rested on Lars' head, having the same royal pattern as his brilliantly burning Celestial Calibur.

Alaris looked at Eli. It was obvious that he was tired of being kind and was ready to torture the answer out of him. Eli wanted them to try again, but time surely wasn't on their side. Alaris method might be their last resort. “Name is Ikrus. I am a lycan from the shape-shifters realm. A hunter for the Alpha, and I came here to catch the Ringers that escaped from our dungeon when our Blood moon was stolen.” “Ringers?” Belladonna asked.