Novel & Cerita Kingslayer Lannister

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

"What a minute... I don't understand what you mean." "Second thing. Louis Kingsley, the eldest son of King Leon and Queen Anne, the heir to the throne of the Vampire Kingdom is your mate. In other words, that man you call 'bastard' is your future husband." "What? WHAT?!" "Why are you surprised? Don't you like it?" "W-who said I like that guy?! I really hate him." "You need proof? Isn't that obvious? You're enjoying all his touch. Even you guys--" "S-shut up! I'm not enjoying it."

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.

A somewhat weak and thin silhouette fell straight from the tree, scattering dust on the ground. "Ah!" Olivia yelped in Alexander's arms, covering her small mouth in fear. "Daddy, that person fell. Go save him quickly!" Blood Sickle was an intermediate-stage Lord of War, the King of Assassins who terrified the underworld. Even if he was seriously injured, he would not need anyone to save him.

announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard. We immediately curtsied deeply and held our positions as the grand doors of the throne hall creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance where King Lucian Devereux emerged. His figure exuded regal majesty, commanding attention. His tall and powerful frame was draped in luxurious robes that shimmered in the twilight. The crown atop his head glinted with precious gems, but it was his face that drew a quiet gasp from my lips. King Lucian possessed a manly beauty that was both striking and captivating. His chiseled features, sharp jawline, and silvery gray eyes spoke of authority and grace.

He said it keeps him fit. The man leans forward and says with a sly grin, “Well, you are from Liddicoat, so you still don’t know, but the Lycan king has been traveling for the past two years to search for his Lost Luna. You know, that plain-looking woman with massive magic and insane, god-like skills.” “What woman?” I ask, pretending not to know. “Luna Serra Lore-Dunkerson. Although, she’s Mage Serra now if she’s still alive. You might have difficulty earning the Lycan king’s love if he is still searching for his Lost Luna.”

I might say, "isn’t it ironic?" "Nanny Daniele had explained to me that long ago, when the Lycan were known as powerful, cold, and wicked tyrants who ruled over the wolves, a treaty was made that one of the werewolf high born was to be married to the Lycan king's son, my father, but he wasn’t like the others, he doesn’t have the killer instincts, but he was ordered to take a bride anyway." Killian shrugged as he took out a bottle of wine and poured it into a cup. He noticed Brynn hadn’t moved an inch, but he knew she was listening attentively to everything he was saying.

Suddenly, a burst of light filled the room, causing everyone, wolves and witches to stop fighting and look towards the source. MoonHunter entered the hall with a deadly serious expression that sent chills down my spine. My heart raced, still weakened by the loss of Lauren. Liam, thinking they had come to settle the dispute, stepped forward with tears that could weaken even the strongest man. "No one can end this fight. I will make sure to take the lives of all the wolves who killed the love of my life." Liam's voice echoed, and I nearly collapsed onto the floor.

None of what happened in the past was the princess's fault, so she shouldn't be dragged into it. “Well, the girl's father attacked their kingdom and made away with countless things after killing the majority of his people. He didn't stop there, he killed the Alpha's heir to the throne and cut off one of the King's legs. This King couldn't bear the pain and almost died, but the thought of revenge kept him alive. To cut the long story short, the King hired an assassin to kill the princess, so her father would go through the same pain, since she was his only daughter and next in line to the throne.” Erica explained.