Book Tyrion Lannister Novels & Stories

"I'm going to help you relax even more, but I need a moment." As he disappeared behind the bathroom door, I sighed and took a sip of wine. Perhaps he was right. This whole dark witch situation was stressing me out. Moreover, Cybele might have been lying about the fact that the poison inside my body was killing me, but the poison was still in my blood, and my condition still hadn't improved. Before I could fully enjoy my wine, Tyrion walked back to our bedroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. "Undress," he ordered, sending a pleasant shiver to my lady parts.

No one dared to look at me for long. The blond-haired man who had been escorting me stood not far behind. That was Uncle Leon. His hair was striking, his expression cold. “Leon,” Victor said casually. Leon gave me a short nod. No smile. But no threat either. I noticed something. Not a single one of them dared to act improperly. Even Leon, who looked tough, bowed with full respect toward Victor. I began to understand. The man who bought me for five hundred million dollars wasn’t just rich.

The silence and sorrow written on his face were all she needed. “I might be defective, Tyrion, but I am still a wolf. You know that! You’ve been there my entire life and you’ve seen it.” “I’ve seen it alright? I’ve witnessed it all. You are fast, and smart and strong, just like any other feline, but the fact remains Raine, you are not a wolf. You don’t even have the Spirit inside of you. Damn it Raine! You don’t even hear her voice. We can’t exactly call you latent because you don’t hear her!” Tyrion yelled.

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.

Her fingers bumped something metallic, half-buried beneath a collapsed plank of wood. She tugged gently, uncovering a small, rusty tin. Her heartbeat spiked excitedly. Inside, wrapped in what looked like satin, was a flash drive… and a folded note bearing yet another cryptic message: Truth has teeth. Bite before it bites you. —M. She clutched it tightly, her hands shaking as she stood and hurried quietly back through the tunnels to her room. ************************************************** When Sergio found her in the study half an hour later, she didn’t even glance up. The screen in front of her glowed faintly in the dark room.

Avo suggested, with that old diary in his hand. "And why is that so?" "Because of this, this is the part of the prophecy that we have had." Avo handed me an old paper. "It is not the same, but it does have some common parts with what she told us." When the moon meets the dark son A new lease of power will be undone. Sin and pain will birth another blessed one. First, Lycan will be the tyrant known to all and one. Unparalleled in strength to all and none.

"If you are really sorry, then go apologize to the girl you just tried to take advantage of and you see you and I can only be friends nothing more than that" Tory replies trying to be as clam as possible. "Humphrey if you don't have anything to say, I have to go to bed now and don't try anything funny trust me you wouldn't like the outcome" Tory said calmly but with anger evidence in her voice. She got back into the house and layed on the small mattress on the floor and started crying dispute everything going on she still thinks of Brenden and miss him. "Lord I know that everything that happens to me happens for a reason and all I ask is for you to give me the strength to move on with my lif

“My queen.” She let out a relieved sigh. “Hello....you are Dreg’s friend right?” He nodded and walked over to her. “My name is Levion, the second hand of Sulcar.” Ilena’s eyes scanned the tall man before her, his build was similar to that if Dreg’s but he was a bit leaner. His blonde hair swayed lightly from the breeze, sweeping over his striking blue eyes. “You seem lost.” Levion stated bluntly. Her cheeks felt hot in embarrassment. “I thought that I could take a look around....b-but I got lost....”

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

The young man made a long face, looking concerned. He knows so well that Alpha Dante is not easy to tackle. He is one mighty Alpha wolf who can compete with a Lycan and even a cougar. “I have my way of doing things…..” Tyrion uttered and took out his cell phone that was gotten for him by the men who saved his life. They have been loyal to him even when he served Don, and he had planned everything with them from the start. He dialed a number, and it rang the first time but wasn't picked up, then he redialed it.