Kingslayer Lannister Novels & Stories

Whatever fragment had struck me had struck him as well. Before anyone could process what was happening, another presence crashed into the courtyard like wildfire. The temperature rose so abruptly that several nearby students stepped back with startled cries. Heat rolled across the air in scorching waves, pushing against Lucian’s icy mana with explosive force. I turned just in time to see him descending from the upper terrace as though gravity itself had become optional. Black hair, sharp amber eyes, and a smile far too amused for the chaos unfolding around us. Even without introduction, I knew. Kael. Another Crown King. His presence felt like controlled destruction—beautiful, reckless, and d

Through the heir. “Get ready,” I said to Darius. “He’s coming through.” Darius adjusted his broken wrist, his gold eyes never leaving the doors. Kade was at his right, sword in his left hand, right arm still useless from where the thing had crushed it. “When he does, we end this. All four of us.” All four. Lycan King. Lycan Queen. Lycan Prince. Lycan Princess. The royal bloodline, cornered and bleeding and furious.

“He deserves to hear how he wrecked me. Shattered me into bits! The pain he inflicted!” “He gets it already. Revenge? Act untouched, like you’re soaring above the mess,” Roan advised, his grip firm on the device. “Lame,” Kingsley sighed, deflating. “Fun’s right here. Spot anyone intriguing?” Roan scanned the crowd. “Nah, no random flings,” Kingsley shook his head, downing another shot with a wince. “Unless said random towers at 6’3, dark locks, jaw like a blade… Built like ancient marble, voice that just… melts…”

Kane asked, twirling his wine glass without looking at King. “What?” King’s tone was playful and mischievous, unlike his usual cold and stoic demeanor. Kane turned to face him, once again struck by his eyes. He was furious but knew better than to lash out. “How does it feel, enjoying a company you stole and living with the hideous things you’ve done?” His voice dripped with sarcasm. His anger had never faded after all these years, and his goal remained unchanged—he wanted the man before him to suffer.

Ilena sobbed louder as she struggled against his grip, scratching and biting. He placed his bloody palm on the wall beside his name. “I, Dreg the king of the North is wholly bound with soul and body to Ilena, the Queen of the North.” The bloody print stuck to the wall beside his name and then Dreg picks up a blade towards Ilena’s palm. “Please, please wait!” Ilena begged in terror with tears clouding her vision. “We have been wed in the ways of the Thanes, it is now time to be bound in the ways of the North and there’s no stopping that.”

The sun’s complete withdrawal from the skies marked their time for arrival as they started pouring into the Palace and Revel Hall in their numbers. But I didn’t know this because I was busy saying my anthem. But then I was made conscious of it when a tomato streaked through the air and smashed on my face. The people announced their presence by throwing me fruits, and then small rocks… and then reigning curses. It was as Ivanka had wanted, as the people all expressed their anger and grievances on me— the Kingslayer, as they all went into the Revel Hall. Yeah, I’m the Kingslayer. If I’m going to die today, I might as well claim a daunting and threatening name for myself.

“...don’t humiliate yourself? There is no way you can get past those amounts of guard, even though you try to escape.” “I assume you don’t know me, then...” “...I’m Lannister Stormborn. The humanity in me died centuries ago. I mastered all four elements of nature, making me the best King’s guard. Heads fall in whatever battle I indulge in.” Lannister replied, bringing out his minesweeper which complimented his dark hair which was down to chin. In his eyes, was vengeance engraved with mists on anger on their audacity. I folded my hands, knowing I could trust him...

Lincoln's hands grew weak immediately. Whaat??? Sally?? Martha's friend?? His brows arched as he looked at the man who was still panting heavily. "You liar" he growled. "You're trying to blame someone else for your own mistakes?? Tell me the truth or I'll kill you?!!" "It is the truth!" The man yelled in fear just as the King lifted the sword again. He couldn't take it anymore. Never.

Jason's gaze travelled over Claude's clothing, a tiny scowl on his face, but he remained silent in front of everyone. With a sigh of relief, Claude exhaled deeply. Jason isn't generally a good manager, so the fact that he hasn't publicly chastised Claude suggests he's had a lucky day. Jason gave him the moniker "Jamie." A male model may or may not wear underwear, but he must have a moniker so that others will notice that he is not average.

Max tells Lester. "Lucky you." Lester let out a low groan resting his head back down on the pillow. Ryan walks back into the room getting everyone's attention. "The Royals are still trying to locate the alpha king. Once they locate him then the attacks on the packs will begin. My friend will keep me updated on the situation." It won't be easy for them to locate the alpha king, so that should give us some time to get the lycan king to help us. "Who's the bloodsucker?" Lester asks looking up at Ryan.