Lancer Alter Romane & Geschichten

Two other wizards cast counter-spells, creating a soft echo that suppressed the attacking impulse. "Forgive me, Alpha King," Lysander said, his breath heavy but steady. "The main node of hatred toward you is bound to a false memory that is repeated over and over. I cannot remove it without tearing apart the original memory around it. All I can do now is build an alternative path—a temporary bridge—so that his executive mind can breathe." Alpha Kaelen laughed—short, cracked, not reaching his eyes. "Bridge? A bridge to what? To your lies? You and your wizard are just painting the night sky and calling it dawn. Lyara is mine—"

He didn’t catch any glimpses, but even his superior eyesight wasn’t great at this distance and through the wood of the fence. Then, when he couldn’t wait anymore, he changed in the kitchen. The Change was painful, particularly for young wolves, but became a bit more smooth and easy with time. Older, experienced wolves like Erik could do it in seconds if necessary, and could do it on the move. For Lance it was easier than most, since he was an alpha and a natural at it, but it still took just over a minute to complete. “Fuck, that always hurts…” He muttered, rolling his shoulders and bouncing on his newly bipedal toes. When the aching tingles faded and he knew he couldn’t stall anymore, he we

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

She believes Lance needs something like a wake up so he could have sense and Alaric was the best to do that. "Rick, I can explain..." He began but took note to take another step backwards but Alaric was faster as he landed a punch successfully on Lance's face. The punch was very strong as Lance staggered before regaining his balance...Alaric was a Boxer so it wasn't surprising about the strength he had.

He swiftly turned his body to dodge the sharp limbs of the mongrel. “Men! Do not break the array and compress to narrow the gap of openings!” Alpha Alexander yelled his orders which were followed by his subordinates immediately. The alphas dashed towards the mongrels and when it was about to snatch them with its lengthy and sharp limbs, they slid under it with their weapons turned upwards—effectively cutting the mongrels’ guts open. “Luna Talia! Use the fireballs and support the archers!” Alpha Jaxon, who was closest to Alpha Alexander, immediately stood up and sliced the limbs of the mongrel that was about to attack a gamma-ranked werewolf to his right.

She looked just like her mother but with more flesh. Like a switch though, he was back to reality. He could see her mother look at her approvingly. The white haired man could not barely resist the urge to roll his eyes. "Yes dear, I sent for you," the Luna said. She then gestured towards Alaric. "You remember Alaric, don't you?" She wrinkled her nose at his name. "Who is Alaric?" she asked, feigning ignorance of who they were talking about.

“You can ask me anything you want to.” “Okay,” she agreed. “Then tell me, if you had a chance to be with Lance, would you take it-“ “Of course I will!” I answered immediately. “Anna, please listen carefully before you answer.” Alina pleaded. “Incubi cannot transform humans into immortals like most of us can. So, if you desire to be with Lancelot, you’ll have to be changed by us, either a vampire or any other immortal who’ll be able to transform you. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

How could I be tainted by another male's scent? "Move!!" Lucas let out a beast-like roar, his eyes bloodshot, his canines extending. "She is my Mate! Give her back to me!!" Before he finished speaking, he launched himself like an arrow from a bow, pouncing directly at Lucifer! "You want to die?" Lucifer's purple eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't retreat but met the attack head-on. Bang! Two top-tier Alphas engaged in the most primal, bloody hand-to-hand combat in this small flower shop.

"Don't send Lance for decomposition. Instead, reset his memories. After the reset, transfer him to the South Sea Coral Reef rehabilitation project as a public service merman. He shall never be privately adopted." The technician hesitated. "That… requires modifying the recycling protocol…" "Charge the modification fee to my account." I looked at Lance in the water. "This is your last chance." Lance's eyes widened. "I agree to follow your orders." His voice was soft but firm. He didn't even glance at Vivian. "I choose… to pay for my mistakes." Tears fell again, but this time they didn't turn to pearls. Just ordinary water, blending into the water in the tank.

“Maybe someday if you two ever decide to return to the North.” I had to blink repeatedly just to ascertain that I didn’t mishear. Did the great old mule just casually consider Lancel and me as his successor? How…nice would it be? To be called the Luna of the North. Would Lancel even want that? To return home. To be Alpha. That’s a question for later. Right now, what matters is him winning this stage. Even though he had barely recovered from the poison, he had an edge by using all the shortcuts I taught him.