Kingslayer Lannister Novels & Stories

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

The wind muffles the sound of his screams. King is the next one to join the fight. Unlike my father’s lycan, King moves stealthfully through the chaos. He inches closer to the house. One of Fairs’s warriors is thrown back, and King catches him as he falls to the ground. Placing a single paw on the warrior's chest, he rips out his throat and tosses it to the side.

king Roderick muttered, his voice tinged with frustration which echoed in the grand hall the General the Dukes Barons,Viscounts,Knights, Lords, Chancellors,Captain of the Guard,Court Magician,Court,Jester,Royal, Herald,Royal Treasurer,Royal,Steward, Royal Chamberlain,Royal,Scribe, Royal Alchemist All Gulped in fear while bowing the head. King Roderick Turning his attention back to Marin, he asked sought understanding. "Why? Why are they angry?" he inquired, his tone a mixture of genuine curiosity and a desire for clarity.

she said. "I just found out that the attack you encountered came from a professional assassin organization. You don't need to worry about what happens next; I'll take care of it," Kingsley said with a hint of ruthlessness. "I want to see which other assassin dares to target the Livingston family again!" "You—" Freya began, but Kingsley interrupted her. "I'll catch that man and... kill him myself," Kingsley said, his tone soft yet vicious, sending chills down her spine. Freya knew the depths of her brother's hatred and the lengths he would go to exact revenge.

Presumably, he had slapped her and she fell to the floor. Ava tried to go to them but I caught her hand and shook my head. This was none of our business. I heard another smack and her chin trembled. 'It's not our business to intervene. She belongs to him,' I mind-linked her. "My King," the man said and bowed when he spotted us. "My Queen." "What seems to be the problem?" she asked him and eyed the slave crying on the floor. "I had told my pet to get me a couple of books Lord Leikos had personally ordered me to get for him," he said.

After everything I had done to ensure that slaves were being treated better, I would be damned if my mother sent her to be the wife of the butcher or the damn baker! Ariana “ARE YOU SURE?” I frowned while studying Lesley in my mirror. “Yes, miss.” She giggled and her cheeks turned bright red. “Some of the maids saw the king sitting in the chair two doors down earlier and he was fast asleep. They didn’t get to their work because they didn’t want to disturb him.” Leslie giggled again, but I didn’t find it funny. Not at all! I could only assume that the bastard already knew about my food baskets, and I was grateful that my excuse seemed to make sense to the chef, but would the king buy it or wo

Estelle POV I looked at the men training; they were training hard, their bodies drenched in sweat. “The king is not backing down; he is training these warriors hard,” Zira said, sitting beside me. I nod my head. I am actually surprised, but I shouldn’t be. He is the Lycan king and has been one for years; he has been to many battles and has won; this wasn’t his first time. “Nothing from Kion?” she asked, whispering very low. I shook my head.

It was only when his name was mentioned that he pulled his ears from the song of the trees and fixed his attention on the tall man standing in the middle of the inner and outer circles. He was Gus Lynn. The brother of Thorne Lynn, who the cabinet argues was threatened, and his family harmed by a human - a member of the parliamentarian seat in the country. He wanted revenge on all the humans in the presidential and senatorial seat in the country, but Klaus knew he could not approve of such a mass slaughter. There was no way they could do such a thing without dragging attention to themselves. And it was that attention Klaus did not want. It was what they could not afford.

The kid—who is a proxy for the King—won’t be able to present himself which in turn worsened the condition the King is in. “Is this… The end, my King?” Rox hushed to the slumbering King. In his eyes, fear and anxiousness began to show as his brows creased into a pitied look, pitying the King in front of him, and pitying himself. Before Rox wanted to touch the King’s face, he suddenly heard the sound of a panting. He immediately turned his whole body around to see Marcus was catching up his breath, both his feet safely entered the room.

Silence falls heavy in the air as I wait with bated breath to hear what my fate shall be. “As you can see, my love.” Hearing those words sends another sharp shooting pain through my heart, nearly causing me to fall to my knees. Thankfully Mr. Jones was still at my side. He moved his arm from around my shoulder and pulled me in closer by my waist. Cassius’ eyes hardened at the sight of it, his gaze following the movement of Mr. Jones’s hand. “She is not my slave to give away.” He finally finishes through gritted teeth.