Kingslayer Lannister Novels & Stories

I whisper, looking at the man who is trapped under Agnarr’s huge claw. “No! You can’t win. I am the Kingslayer!” Nefzaan spits. Even now, the arrogance in his eyes does not diminish. ‘You have never slayed a king… you murdered them like a coward.’ Agnarr snarls. ‘And now you will face your end.’

"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

That evil voice boomed across the corridors, and I almost groaned in distress as the shadows slowly revealed an angry, venomous person walking up to us. It was the one and only king's mistress. Lyanna.

facing him eye to eye until I felt pain in my bite marks. I held my back and was almost bending my knees when Rozen caught me in his arms. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "Yeah." I lied, because the more the man looked at me the more the pain in my back killed me. "It's finally nice to meet you, Ms. Klay Rose Green." The man handed his hand to me. "I am the current lycan king."

Once everyone was lined up outside of the line of cars, I came outside. "Who was responsible for stationing patrol units and designating routs?" I barked. "My king." Lowell stepped forward, visibly trembling. My stomach sank a bit, he was the middle son of my late Gamma, not much younger than me. I had a flash back of Willows face as she hung in the lab while I whipped her. If I did this, I'd be that same man. The same king who allowed his realm to fall into the hands of the Shadowmoon. But there were consequences, and a lesson needed to be learned.

"What the fuck are you doing to her?" He stood still at a spot, with his hand behind his back. His eyes were so sharp and beautiful, and even in his black outfit, he was looking so magnificently handsome. I could have fallen so hard for him, so fast, but then realization hit me that he was Alpha Valentino. The alpha who had hurt me so much last night. As I stared at him, all I could see was him taking me forcefully. I dreaded it, him, everything, but there was nothing I could do since I was his slave already.

I watched them through the ajar door to see the kings sitting around the large table. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine hung heavy in the air, a grotesque celebration of power. And I—dressed in red silk that clung to my skin and exposed my body to them once again. I just had to walk among them, smiling. Pretending. I'll be tossed to the last king then I would my revenge to everyone. And then came his name. Alejandro— The thought seized in my throat. I couldn’t say it. Couldn’t breathe it. Couldn’t even finish the syllable in my mind. It sat there, sharp and unspoken, stabbing me quietly from the inside.

I put my gun down and run before I leap into his arms. “Daragh, what the hell are you doing here?” I ask him as he tightens his hold on me and kisses my head before he sets me down on my feet. “This conference wouldn’t be a conference without the four Irish Kings now, would it?” He says and I look at the three men in dark suits and I know each of them. Ronan O’Malley, the king of the North, Cian Doherty, the king of the West, Cillian O’Reilly, king of the East and Daragh, is the king of the south.

The both king are in their late forties, and just staring at Lyra, they started spotting an erection which they didn't even try to hide. Lyra bit back a whimper at the sight, glaring openly at both kings, unable to stop the stare. One of the Kings stood up, the third king named King Fred. "Privileged people of England! We have gathered here today for the Introduction of the slave of the King Of Bloodmoon!" He looked around with a smile. "This is the first slave King Ryker is introducing, and she's probably the last! She's one woman that has the beauty of seven women."

He was her great grandfather. Standing up in the middle of the mess, he swepted his hands down his pant legs. Once finished he turned to the King and gave him a bowed. Turning around he bowed his head in respect to the council members in front of him. As he lifted his head, his eyes looked straight at Jezzebelle and they had rage firing in them and it was directed straight at her. Janelle was being watched by two of the royal guards, the Leigonaires. Highly trained skilled warriors with one purpose to dedicate and protect the royal family. But as the King never married, it is just him they are dedicated to. Bryon and Cassius have no problem flexing their muscles in the right direction even i