Unmasked Lancer Novelas e Histórias

"If you hadn't been hogging that position, Damon would have been mine long ago! Why do you get to be Luna by birthright, to command an entire pack with your noble blood and perfect fur, while I can only be a florist who has to budget for a single necklace?" Yuna pursed her lips. "If you wanted that place, you could have fought for it. Instead, you used someone else's child as a prop, someone else's pup to pay your debts, silver dust and fire to kill. Vera, you're not pitiful. You're cruel." Vera's face twisted in rage at the words. She lifted her launcher and fired a short, silver-coated needle straight at Yuna.

Luna the word makes me pause I turn slowly a young maid stands behind me her head slightly bowed she cannot be older than sixteen her hands trembling she is afraid of me and good I tell her say it again she hesitates l-luna I nod once good do not stutter next time she swallows hard and nods quickly I walk past her without another word I am not doing this to be cruel I am doing it to survive if I show weakness here they will tear me apart The training grounds are already alive when I get there warriors move in sharp controlled motions the sound of metal clashing echoes through the air sweat dust power this is where strength is proven this is where I need to be the moment I step in everything

"Kaelen isn't stupid. He heard the rumors." ​He tossed me a sword—a sleek, black blade made of obsidian glass. ​"Suit up, Elara," Alaric commanded. "You wanted to know if you were ready? Tonight, we find out." ​"I can't fight them," I said, panic flaring. "If they see me... if Kaelen is with them..." ​"You won't fight as Elara Vance," Alaric said, pulling a mask from a shelf. It was made of bleached bone, shaped like the upper skull of a wolf. It covered the eyes and nose, leaving only the mouth exposed. It was terrifying.

But Marcus had given direct orders. Go with Lance. Collect the shipment. No mistakes. That alone had irritated him. Because Marcus knew exactly what he was doing by forcing them together. Ragnar stepped through the VIP corridor and immediately saw him. Lance stood near the bar like he owned the room. Black shirt half-open at the throat, sleeves rolled to reveal tattooed forearms, a chain catching the dim light. He looked older than his years now. Harder. Sharper. The softness that used to live in his face had been carved out and replaced with something dangerous.

Cedric retorted. "Shoot me. Go ahead," he threatened once more. Lazarus clenches his jaw and grips the Glock tightly. He laughed hysterically, his lips curved into a wicked grin. "Shut up, you and Haru are so obstinate." "You're a masked man, Lazarus, but there's a difference between you and Mask... A big difference." A wicked face behind that invisible mask. "Yeah, blablabla... The difference is that he's dead and I'm alive." Lazarus bantered.

Silas rolled his eyes boringly, he had been in this meeting for an hour, 30 minutes and 25 seconds to be exact and he was getting pissed off with each second that ticked by. “And why is it alarming?, I will find my mate when it is due time” Silas scoffed, playing with the sharp nib of the fountain pen that he usually used in signing documents by stabbing it lightly into the wooden oak table, the nib made hole dents in the table with just a prick. “A pack without a Luna is not really a pack, no matter how strong we claim that we are, if we don't have a Luna then we are as good as the other packs out there” Elder Ramus, the leader and chief of the council of elders said in a passionate tone.

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.

15)(Warrior Knight) HP:2240/2700 ATT:1400 DEF:1580 MANA:150/500 INT:580 STA:120/140 AGI:840 Details: This guy has a weird taste, beware of his intentions Abilities: -Arcane Shield(200 Mana) -Battle Rage(150 Mana) -Invincibility (400 Mana) -Justice Smash(300 Mana) Author: Sigh....Even the system mocks him System: It’s your work Author Author: Cough....Cough...Cough..... Ouch..ouch...ouch..Lucifer started yelping in pain as Max started laughing seeing his censored view on display Hey, it's not funny, Lucifer said through clenched teeth seeing max laughing at him.