Lanister Novels & Stories

she said, containing her excitement and the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. "Jones Jackson," he stated, his eyes maintaining the stare in hers. "Jones Jackson..." She repeated trying to remember, then it hit her. "Jones Jackson from The raid role!?" "Yes, that Jones Jackson. We manage him and he requires a personal assistant. It's okay to decline if it isn't what you want," he added. "Was he the one...?" Her voice trailed off. "Yes, he is the one that made frightened Higgins run around but he isn't as bad as you think. He's just picky and sophisticated like every other artist out there."

He took a dramatic sniff and held his nose. “It’s none of your concern, Alistair.” “Your cousin?” Lily asked. “Duchess Lovelace, my cousin, Crown Prince of Arendel Alistair.” Lily had to stop herself from raising another eyebrow. Instead, she channeled all of her etiquette lessons. With an impassive look, she held her hand out. Stone-faced she watched as Alistair took her hand and placed a kiss on her fingers, a twinkle in his eye.

"There's proof of a sort at Storm's End. Robert's bastard. The one he fathered on my wedding night, in the very bed they'd made up for me and my bride. Delena was a Florent, and a maiden when he took her, so Robert acknowledged the babe. Edric Storm, they call him. He is said to be the very image of my brother. If men were to see him, and then look again at Joffrey and Tommen, they could not help but wonder, I would think." "Yet how are men to see him, if he is at Storm's End?" Stannis drummed his fingers on the Painted Table. "It is a difficulty. One of many." He raised his eyes. "You have more to say about the letter. Well, get on with it. I did not make you a knight so you could learn to

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

My father rolled his eyes, “I wouldn’t be here if my daughter or son in law would have picked up the damn phone before attacking the Iron River pack. I could have helped avoid a lot of casualties.” Beta Tyrion walked inside, ignoring me completely. I followed my father inside and we all sat down. “You must be Luna Angelina’s sister, you look a lot like her.” Beta Tyrion said, eyeing me up and down. I nodded, “I am Beta Charlotte. Speaking of my sister, where is she?” Beta Tyrion smiled, which really didn’t suit his face at all. It made him look even creepier, like he was wearing a mask.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

“She will come.” He arched a brow. “You sound so sure.” I smirked. “Because I know her.” Elara, the Lunar Alpha, the wolf who had torn through battlefields, who had fought against all odds to protect her people. The queen who refused to yield. But even queens had weaknesses. And Lyanna was hers. Dorian exhaled, setting his goblet down. “If she does come… do you plan to kill her?” I met his gaze, my smirk widening. “No.”

Sir Lucas was so angry that he turned his head to grandfather lambad and said, "Dad, you can't be so used to Arielle, look at what she has become now. You can still laugh when you do such a shameless thing. See what all your pampering has done to her, now she thinks she can do anything and no one will scold her for it. But this slut won't be under my watch, she will have to be punished and I will see personally to that "

I was sitting in the dark, eating chocolate, and waiting for the monster to come home from his war. The blue light of the massive screen flickered against the red LED strips of the room, creating a violet haze that matched the bruising in my soul. It was mid-afternoon, and I was spiraling. Jamie Lannister was a monster for what he did to Bran, and Ned Stark—god, Ned was a fool. Why didn't he stay in the cold safety of Winterfell? Why did everyone good have to die while the vultures like Joffrey and Sansa’s delusions thrived?

"Oh, if it isn't Luna Lazuli… What, is that loser Hark not going to show up?" Everyone turned to see a man standing there, clearly just reaching his early thirties. He carried himself regally and clearly looked strong, as one would expect of Leroy Danmel, Lord Danmel's eldest son. Seeing his sideways leer and contempt, Murin Davos glared sharply at Leroy from Luna's side, snapping, "Hark will no longer succeed Lord Lazuli. Lady Luna is now next in line!" "Oh, I see… Well, I have heard the rumors." Leroy looked like he was surprised for a moment but soon smirked. "Really, did the Lazulis run out of heirs and have to let a woman lead? Haha! What a terrible shame!"