Lance X Dot の小説・ストーリー

Satisfied that I could be of more use elsewhere I left them to their work. Three four door trucks were filled with supplies and ready to roll out when Elijah and Candice came out of the clinic carrying six dart guns. Placing two in each vehicle Dr. Stevenson gave a word of caution “If possible don’t be too close to whatever you hit with one of these. There’s enough wolfbane in one of these darts to knock you out for days. It’s not a lethal dose but if any of you guys come in contact with it, you’re going to wish you hadn’t.”

Jonah and Lance Jonah and Lance were the best of friends and brothers by marriage. Jonah's healing powers continued to grow while Lance's fighting skills became more fierce under the supervision of his father, Alpha Lincoln. The older the two boys had become the worry of them finding their mates became more prominent. With them both sixteen and mateless, Mckenna and Lincoln decided Foxchase was a great opportunity to emerge them into their studies. Not only that, it was time to learn strategy and resilience. Who knew that sending them to Foxchase would lead to Lance didn't his true mate? Jonah struggled making friends as he was more of an introvert the older he had become. Lance and Jonah ar

Lyon groaned in agony as he smacked into his wall, smashing it and sending him flying. Luke had been providing information to Conrad all along. He was using his shadow element sparingly, despite the fact that it consumed a lot of mana. That's also why only a few of the arrows were correct. Slowly, as the dust settled, he climbed to his feet, brushing off the rubble. Lance felt a wave of hatred as he gazed down at himself. His clothes were absolutely wrecked. The pristine clothes he was wearing were ripped and strewn with debris. His robe was so tattered that he couldn't even wear it.

One of us makes contact. "Fuck!" Lance curses. "I'm going to get you back good for that one," he promises as he makes his way to the penalty area. Jedd laughs. "Can't believe we got him out so.." His words are cut off by a shot to the chest. "Dammit."

Standing in a loose circle, all stiff and focused, like something serious is happening. My stomach twists There’s something about the way they gathered in that open field that makes it feel like danger. Then my eyes catch Lance. Sitting on the hood of his black car, legs slightly apart, His white shirt is untucked, loose, the first three buttons undone. His forearms are inked, thick veins running down to his hands. He looks— God! Never seen him in white before. Mark is standing beside him, holding a tablet talking. Lance is just…listening.

I could not reach it; my both arms were constrained to her. Suddenly, tires screeched against the pavement. Lance’s car, a blue XUV, hurried out the parking lot with tremendous speed. It passed us and drove away. Kane came out next from the gate running. He was only a few meters away from us and he saw us along the road. He had the dagger in his hand. He stopped momentarily from running and stared at me.

Swoosh— He pressed his fingers to Lance’s chest acupoint, trying to save his life. However, it was not very effective. Andrius then took out his versatile silver needles and attempted acupuncture. Alas, it was all in vain. Lance was deteriorating at an unstoppable speed. “It’s... no use...” Lance’s eyes flickered with a bright light, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. “I’ve... lived for a thousand years... It’s time for me... to go...

“You wouldn’t dare!” He raised an eyebrow aimed at taunting me. “Lance, if you do that, I swear I’m deleting every photo of mine on your phone, iPad, and your laptop.” “Geez, hold your horses,” He gestured in surrender. “Bringing a bazooka to a gun fight, not fair, babe.” I was about to answer him when my phone started ringing. Lance picked up his chocolate milkshake, sucking what was left in the container while I slid my phone out.

“He’s not going to get what he wants. I’ll make sure of that.” But just as I turned away, something flashed in the corner of my eye. It was a red dot. It moved across the smoke and landed directly on my chest. It was definitely a sniper’s laser because what else could it be? Marcus saw it around the same time I did. “Dante!” I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. I just looked down at the dot as it settled on my chest. And then…

were officially eliminated. Chloe felt a searing, sharp gaze pinning her down. She narrowed her eyes dangerously, her instincts screaming. Using Donovan’s broad, protective shoulder as a temporary shield, she rolled, pivoted, and locked eyes with Xander Grayson, who was raising his weapon for a final, spiteful shot. Crack! Crack! Two muzzles flashed at the exact same moment. A puff of green smoke erupted near Chloe’s ear, missing her by a hair’s breadth. But on Xander’s chest, just below the collarbone, sat a perfectly centered red dot.