Cersei Lannister Novels & Stories

I looked him up and down trying to figure out what he wanted from me because I had absolutely no idea what was going on. "You're the Siromani daughter?" he asked. No wonder they were staring at me. Great, my cover was blown. But how? Anyway, there wasn't much I could do. This was bound to happen sooner or later. "I asked you a question", he said, stepping closer to me. If that was an attempt to intimidate me, then he got it all wrong. "Yes, I am," I said with my head held high, "the name's Annabelle Siromani. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light

Lilith who was full of envy and resentment, obeyed no matter how much she dislikes it. The throne was promised to her long ago, even on the time Elspeth was already born, the crown was promised to her. Until Veronica was born, everything Hikaris have promised her was then dedicated to the woman with amethyst eyes: Veronica. “Is everybody ready?” Taylor asked as she points her rifle on the exact angle to distract the guards. “We are ready to engage, General.” Taylor’s team said in union.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

“....We will remind these monsters that we do not bend and we don’t cower in fear. We are warriors”, Cersei added as she turned back to the crowd. The excitement was visible in the faces of the mages who listened to her. Cersei knew how to rouse the hearts of people and make them follow her. ”This was unexpected”, Luna whispered to Rey. ”Nothing about our life has been expected, yet it all seems to make sense”, Rey replied to Luna. “But this is purely insane”

“What kind of incenses?” I hesitated for a moment, knowing the power I held in my words. Annalise had trusted me once, confided in me things no one else knew. But she had denied me what I wanted most. I was done with loyalty to her. “There’s one in particular,” I said finally. “A rare incense, found only in the deepest parts of the realm. If burned in the right conditions, it can drain her power, leave her vulnerable.” Marcus grinned. “And you know how to get it?”

As they did that Lady Sephora walked through the door and smiled. “Your Radiance what a splendid surprise.” Lady Sephora had gorgeous black hair that was untamed. She had natural curly hair. Her eyes were brown. She was another ancient but wasn’t on the council. She was one of the Head Matriarchs that controlled her bloodline. Waving her hands for the girls to with her she looked at Lazarus. “You do realize its going to take a while?” Lazarus nodded and pointed to a chair near the door. “I know how to sit and wait Seph.”

“You can keep lying if it makes you feel safe. But safety is an illusion, Iris. Lesiana is still hunting. She hasn’t forgotten. She won’t forget. And if she learns what I suspect—if she learns you’re more than a convenient Beta in Oakwood—she’ll tear you apart piece by piece.” Lesiana. The sound of her name was enough to send ice through my veins. My vision blurred for a heartbeat, and I tasted blood where I’d bitten my tongue. I wanted to scream at him to stop, to leave me alone, to take his knives-for-words and cut someone else open. But the sound of her name rooted me to the ground. “She’s looking for someone,” he continued. “Someone who escaped her once. Someone she swore she’d find. Doe

Its contents could rewrite everything Bianca had built. He slid it into his console. The screen went dark. Then static, followed by a whisper not mechanical at all. “You seek power,” it hissed. “And power remembers you.” Lucien froze. The voice was feminine. Cold. Familiar. Francesca? No. Older. Deeper. Something else entirely. On the screen, a ripple of red light formed the symbol of the Serpent Crown, burning faintly as it had once beneath the sea. Lucien leaned closer, entranced. “Who are you?”

"That's coordinated. Not opportunistic." "Yes," Caden said. "They're trying to split your attention. Keep Northesk watching the perimeter, keep Ironmoor watching its border, and while both of us are looking outward..." "They come through the middle," I said. A brief pause on the line. "Sera," Caden said. Just her name, the way he said it when something had caught him off guard. "She's running logistics," Riven said, without any explanation attached to it, the same flat tone he used to state things that were simply true.