Book Tyrion Lannister の小説・ストーリー

Red, wild, and cruel. Lucian stood a few meters from the blaze, his face darkened by the fire’s shadows. His eyes were cold, but there was a spark of anger in them—anger fueled by Clarisse’s trap, which had nearly gotten him killed on charges of being part of Lysander’s drug ring. Adrian walked closer, his long black coat flapping in the wind. “How does it feel?” Adrian asked, his voice flat but deadly. “Burning that woman’s property?” Lucian exhaled coldly. “Not enough.”

Time passed, though she could no longer measure it. Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, unable to speak. Only then did Jack stop, leaning over her with a threat. “Alanna, I’m warning you one last time. Lewis is dead. If you want to live, obey me. “Cross me again, and you’ll be very sorry that you did!” … Disgusted by the blood on his hands, Jack locked the door and went to the bathroom to clean himself. Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined.

“Try.” I stop fighting, sag against him. Blood smears on my shirt. His blood. Viktor’s blood. Everything’s blood now. “I heard her,” I whisper. “She called me a child bride. A phase.” “You’re not.” “Then what am I?” “Mine.” I cry into his chest as he holds me. What sort of syndrome is this I think.

Damn. It was clearly another "gift" from his cousin, the Lycan king. Xavier Beckett wasn’t just rich—he was royalty. This penthouse proved it. From the street, the tower looked less like a home and more like somewhere villains held board meetings. He wore a dark sweater half-unzipped at the throat. His violet-tinted eyes were sharp with lazy disinterest. “Rough night?” he asked. I brushed past him into the penthouse. “Thanks for helping,” I muttered sarcastically.

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

Anyone would drool from where I stood, and this god was Devyn. Devyn Tyrion.

- he started in a low and urgent tone of voice. I scrunched up my face, feeling an inexplicable foreboding. "What is it?" Aaron's stare focused on my eyes. "It's Ryker." My heart skipped a beat. Ryker, the vile sorcerer who had been attempting to subdue the kingdom for months. What did he have to do with anything? "What about Ryker?" I asked softly. Aaron's jaw clenched. "He's gotten his hands on the ancient spellbook. The one that holds the secrets of the Blood Moon Ritual."

The color on her face drained in a heartbeat, and she looked at me with dawning horror. “What is your real name, Han?” “Gallahan,” I managed to say with my mouth that had gone completely dry over the reaction I was getting from her. “I am Gallahan Wick, the general of the Culling Army and the only son of the Alpha King.” And fuck. The heartbroken look on her face as the first tear rolled down her cheeks was enough to raise all my defenses up despite my efforts to keep them at bay. I wouldn’t let anyone judge me for my pain and how I handled it. Not even my fated mate.

Dwayne backed away, his eyes looking for any sign of help in a sheer moment of desperation, his eyes went to Alexis who flinched at the intensity. She turned away. At her rejection he slumped forward. Chuckles of crazed laughter escaped him. “I sentence the previous emperor Darron to execution”, Alastair’s words were heard despite Dwaynes laughter that became louder and louder. “Oh stop it, brother”, he seized his giggling and glared at his brother with bloodshot eyes and a chilling smile, “you’ve already lost, don’t you see? You’ve taken everything away from me so I’ll take the one thing you love, more than anything, more than life, money or that stupid throne. I’ll take away the one you l

The guy screamed out in pain, as blood started gushing out of his neck. ************************* "Noooooooooooo!!!!" Both Wise One and Herbert screamed out of their sleep, and start breathing heavily. "The Tyrant Hybrid has awoken!!" THE END Book two would be available starting from next month!