Lanister Novels & Stories

Forever. “There’s something much more important, Norah.” She straightens up in her chair and I look around. We’re seated at the outer part of the bar, under a large umbrella and occupying a cute wooden round table. I don’t think we should be talking about all of this literally just beside the street. But the weather is nice today and we both want to enjoy it without worrying about nosy strangers. “Well, the chief revealed that Mark was actually poisoned with the belladonna extract you gave me that night. And Oliver’s fingerprints were found on the vile,” I explain.

Blaze sighed and I burst into laughter. He was in love with one of our maids, Lauren. I liked her, she was pretty with short brown hair and big blue eyes. She was also tall and slim with the brightest smile ever. She didn't like Catherine at all. From the day my father had hired her, my brother was smitten when he saw her and I knew he wasn't going to rest till he had her as his. Well, it went well.

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

“However, duty calls, Annalisa. Your future… well, let’s just say it involves a more… advantageous alliance.” “Advantageous?” I echoed, my voice rising in anger. “What is this, some kind of political chess game? I’m not a pawn to be moved around!” The Duke’s eyes narrowed. “Watch your tone, Annalisa. You forget yourself.” “No, Father,” I countered, my voice surprisingly steady. “I remember myself perfectly. And I remember who I love.” “Love?” he scoffed. “A fleeting fancy, nothing more. This Sforza fellow, he’s charming, I’ll give him that. But does he possess the qualities of a leader? The stability a future Duke needs by his side?”

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”

He locked himself inside the bathroom, trying to suppress the effects of the drug. "My lord, we can find you a girl to help suppress the drug’s effect," said Sean, his assistant. "Shut up! I’ll kill Vanessa if I ever see her again! How dare she use my tonic drink to drug me? Call my mother—cancel the engagement. I will never forgive them," Carl said, seething with anger. "Y-yes, my lord," the panicked assistant replied. Carl Landon was the only heir to the Landon Empire. He was set to be engaged the next day to Vanessa Bastre—the young lady of the Bastre family, ranked second among the Lycans.

' "I'm sorry, Emily, but I already have a hunch who did poison you." Emily let out a long sigh. It's okay, Leia. She murmured, "I know who did this because someone hates me..." as she pointed the finger at herself. "And I know that they want me dead and the alpha's successor simply so that they may rule the alpha's realm," said the second character. Leia let out a long, heavy sigh. Emily, I will look into both the rouges and the hunters. I'll be right back, and I swear that I won't come back with any injuries.' Emily heard what Leia had to say right before she disappeared into her consciousness.

“Don’t say that word, its offensive. Don’t let the insult of an assassin’s letter be your title. You are a hybrid, a perfect mix of two powerful sides.” Alistair roughly ran his hands through his hair. “Of course! That explains a lot, why Sera heals so quickly, why she gets sudden bursts of strength. She has Lucan blood in her veins.” Alistair mused, but then he turned to his uncle again. “Then why did you never tell us such an important information?!”

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

she replied in her sturdy and mad voice; remembering all the pain that she had been through and she is still having until now from the Coopers. "What do you plan, huh? Do you think you can erase the Coopers just by the snap of your fingers, lady?" Mr. Lancaster laughed horribly. "It is possible in the hands of Coopers, but not for you. The Lancasters are in the top 10, and yet the wife of Aemon Cooper killed my dearest Maeve and Frederick Cooper killed my second daughter. You cannot defeat them, lady." He said with complete assurance. Mr. Lancaster cannot see a glimpse of hope by what she is trying to propose with him. He might want to kill them, but he will not make a move that will put the