Genna Lannister Novels & Stories

The power in my voice that sent Maddox fleeing from my apartment. I am Lena Silvermoon, daughter of Jorah Silvercrest and a mother whose full name I still don't know. I am neither Pure nor hybrid. I am something new. Something feared. And I have enemies coming for me from all sides.

Once he silenced the crowd, he asked her, "State your full name and rank, please." She looked at Tyrion with her sparkling green eyes and nervously brushed her ginger hair with her fingers. "My name is Anna Bachelot Saladino, and I am the former Luna of the Ice Mountain Pack, ex-wife of Alpha Jake Saladino." I kept looking at her in disbelief while Felix formed a wicked grin on his face and prodded my elbow. "Now, this trial is about to become very interesting…"

I was a weapon to be wielded, and the only sheath worthy of me was the Lancaster Alpha. But he looked past me. He always looked past me. At the horizon, at his pack, at his ghosts. And then he looked at her. Lana Hubbard. A nobody. A human with the scent of cheap soap and vulnerability. She stumbled into our world wide-eyed and trembling, and he… he bent. The mighty Ronan Lancaster, who spoke in growls and ruled with an iron will, softened his voice for her. He let her touch his daughter. He looked at her as if she’d hung the moon in a sky he’d only known as battle-scarred.

I flung her hand aside and slapped her across the face. Quinn, clutching her cheek, tried to retaliate, but Serena intervened. “Enough! Lannister is gone, and you’re still bickering here!” “Someone open the furnace now!” Serena wailed, her voice filled with despair. The staff turned off the flames, but by then, the fire had already consumed Lannister. “Mom, Lannister is dead! She burned him alive!” Quinn cried as she clung to Serena, glaring at me with murderous hatred.

"Scarlett." ******

The Blackthorne triplets. Ronan, the leader, had a cold blue eyes and he held a bloodied dagger to her father's neck. Kieran, the knowledgeable strategist, stood at his side, watching as if it was opera drama unfolding before him. Soren, the warrior, was covered in blood—not his though—it was the blood of her people. Lena's breath seized. Ronan raised his head, and his eyes locked with Lena's. Who was she? He thought they had killed all of them. Then when he saw Luna Lilly beside her, he knew instantly that it was the Alpha's daughter.

They couldn't be blamed. “Didn't you hear what I said?” I asked, my gaze snapping back to Arlan. “Move!” I barked. “Impossible!” Gena rushed forward, her chest exposed. She always looked like this. Caked-on mascara, bold red lipstick, and a half-exposed chest—always appearing exactly like this whenever she had a plan to seduce someone. It's the same helpless act she used at my doorstep two years ago to sway Kyran to her side. She pointed a shaking finger at me. “You… you're dead! You couldn't possibly be an Alpha.”

The Eclipse bloodlines walked openly in the lantern light, their silver eyes glowing without shame, their children playing freely among the packs that had once hunted their ancestors. "Mama, you are doing the quiet face again." I looked down. Lyanna stood at my hip, tugging insistently on the sleeve of my dark velvet gown. She was eight years old now, tall for her age, with my silver eyes and Draven's dark, unruly curls. She wore a simple tunic of deep blue wool, practical and comfortable, because she had flatly refused the elaborate ceremonial gown Sena had prepared for her. "I am not doing the quiet face," I said, smoothing her curls with a smile.

However, the woman before him looked him in the eyes with a challenging gaze. Selena had refined herself in the past seven years into a confident woman who moved with her brain, not heart. She wouldn’t let herself tremble before this man ever again. “What are you talking about, Mr. Lancaster? As you can see, I am Gianna.” She replied calmly. Her voice was rather charming and sultry. Bullshit! Alexander thought. “No, you’re not! Just tell me who you really are!”

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s