Jason Lannister Family Tree Novels & Stories

“I told you my family are keepers of records. Last night, after I heard the news, I called my grandfather. He’s the archivist. I asked him about the Lancasters, about Gideon’s rise. What he told me isn’t in any official pack history.” He paused, choosing his words with care. “Red Creek, the Lancaster seat, wasn’t always ruled by Ronan’s line. Two generations back, it was ruled by Esther and Kieran Lancaster. Ronan’s grandparents. They had two sons: Kieran Jr., Ronan’s father and Gideon.” I frowned. “Gideon is Ronan’s uncle. I know that.”

Jason said smilingly as he shook his head. His eyes fell on Ken and Gusto, who were related to him by blood. “How can I stand by but watch the Hill Family and the Sky Family become the vassal of others?” "In that case, there seems to be no reason for us to leave out the Jonas Family, right?" Jason said with a smile.

He no longer intends to obtain proof to defend himself against the unfounded claim because she is aware that Brandon uses it to cut Jason off from his family and send him back to their elderly mother, who passed away in agony. The good Emperor's and his fiancée's eternal love blossoms and bears two strong, brave sons, Han Hue (Jason) and Hua Hue (Brandon), in accordance with Hans's dynasty's ancient customs. Jason forsaken his own cherished family to assume the throne as the heir apparent. The narrator continues to work to further tell the endless love story. Months, weeks, and years pass, and Nancy keeps up her legal career in order to fulfill her initial objective of assisting her Buena Gr

“And you’re not exactly lacking in lineage.” “No,” he agreed. “I’m Jason Sun.” Another of the Five Houses. “The Sun legacy came through my mother,” he said, voice steady but colder now. “She was the heir. When she died, I was five and now i'm being considered for head of the family.” I stayed silent. “My father remarried two years later,” Jason went on. “That’s when Oscar came along.” Everything clicked. Oscar wasn’t the heir. He never had been. “I don’t need love,” Jason said evenly. “I don’t need loyalty built on fantasy. I need partnership. Discretion. Intelligence.”

I said. “It is a bit difficult to follow,” she admitted. “Give me a minute to get straight on this. Jason is Lance’s half- brother who looks just like him. Jason’s father is Lance’s father’s identical twin which means that mommy dearest was hopping from bed to bed?” I vigorously nodded. “Not only was she hopping from bed to bed, but she was syphoning Lance’s fathers magic from him and then his uncle was taking it from her.” “Was Lance’s father aware of any of this?” she asked.

Lance smiles thinly, clearly relishing in the wedge he’s attempting to widen between Jason and I. “Jason is the illegitimate son of an Alpha and a witch.”

"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 of the Lord, under the sign and

I smirked. "Why do you ask?! Do you like my Brother?! Perhaps, you prefer him over me?!" Jason fumed. I cringed and instinctively stepped back. His tone immediately reminded me of that night he attacked me in my apartment. My body started to shiver. "Calm down, Jason. You are scaring our lovely witch," Jason's father snorted, then pointed his eye at me, "The heir must be able to bring power to the family. Jonathan wasn't capable, so he is no longer an option."

“My mother… was the eldest daughter of the Redcliff bloodline. You are her firstborn. Her twin.” My throat closed. “You’re saying I… we…” “You were taken,” Lucien said gently. “To protect the bloodline. They wanted only one heir. And I was the controllable one.” “You’re the one they kept.” I looked down. “I was the one they broke.” “You were the one they feared,” he said. The Council Hall burned with murmurs as Jason was brought to trial. Luna Linda sat hunched in the corner, silent and trembling. I walked forward, past rows of robed elders, and placed a data tablet on the table.

“I wish to finish what my father started,” Jason’s answer confused Lara even more than everything else he had said. As far as she was aware, Jason had never known his father. The man had died when Jason was just a baby, and the Silverdales had taken him in. It was one of the reasons why Jason was now Layon’s second. The two of them were practically brothers. He would never betray his family, Lara told herself firmly once more. There was silence again until Jason continued, “Years ago, my father decided he didn’t like the way that the pack was being run. He challenged