Lanister Novels & Stories

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

Ella said, “You aren’t just hurting yourself, Cato. You have nine younger siblings and every single one of them looks up to you. Even Lili.” Out of the ten, Lili had the most fire in her soul. Since four years old, she’d been independent and unable to stand being ordered around. She was also smart. Very smart. She knew exactly how to get her way and she never let anyone take advantage. She and Cato fought relentlessly, but although she’d never admit it, she admired Cato. The coffee sat untouched on the table as he stared at the rising steam. “Also yes, Marco noticed his missing joint,” I said, “Did you think that wouldn’t trace back to you?”

He is smirking and the amusement in his eyes is unmistakable. "Your highness" Ophelia snaps her attention back to Darius. "As you were already assigned as the sentinel to Master Lucian, you would continue to assist him as long as he stays here" Darius orders Ophelia aka Li. Thea couldn't control her laughter at the horrified look on Li's face. She coughed a little to cover her slip-up. "You alright?" Darius asked in an amused voice. "Yes of course" Thea replied with a wink.

"Valerian’s ancestors believed they deserved more. More land. More power. When diplomacy failed, they turned to war. They slaughtered our kin. Burned our villages. And we fought back." The firelight flickered, casting harsh shadows across his face. "It never truly ended. Every generation, every king, picks up the sword again." "And Valerian himself?" Serena asked, her voice barely a whisper. Alexandro’s eyes darkened. "He’s ruthless," he said. "A brilliant strategist. A cold-blooded killer. He sees peace as weakness. He won’t stop until he controls every pack between the mountains and the sea." A shiver ran down Serena’s spine—not from the cold.

I looked at him, shuddering. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Who is that guy?” I said, referring to the raven haired one who had his hair down to his chin. “Lannister, the best vampire fighter of this Kingdom. Beside him, is Fang, the second best,” The bell dinged the minute Lannister won. Excited cheers of people who had bet chimed in and I wriggled my eye brows when Lannister connected his eyes with mine. “I see.”

The room goes silent and everyone focuses on him, “It's astonishing to have all of you here, it means you're willing to fight for your leader and we appreciate it. As you know, we're going to war tomorrow and, as such, we should be prepared, you might have been brief about what to expect, but Ashanti is going to give you guys detailed information” I walk forward and pay attention to the men and strong woman in the room, these are people willing to fight for reasons they don't even know, and I appreciate the loyalty. We're almost forty if I'm not mistaken. I look around and watch as they look at me with eager eyes, Caleb gives me a nod and I smile, “Some of you may know me, others don't, but

I asked, frowning in confusion. “You are still a ‘bastard’ in his eyes. He has found his mate and chose to disown you, not that he was any better to that poor woman; but he still considered Dante and Elena his rightful children” Alessandro said calmly “so, he will kill you two, get rid of a few more loose ends. Steven and all, then turn to Dante and his family, in other words, your brother, sister, and whoever is in that pack. Innocent, child, woman, or elderly; Giovanni would stop at nothing until they are all dead”

They stopped in front of us. The witch with black hair and brown eyes, standing on the left, bowed down and said, "This is our Supreme, Cybele." She gestured at the one in the middle. "I am Jocasta, and this is my sister Delphine." She pointed at the right side, and the blond-haired witch lowered her head. "It's a rare pleasure to meet you in Grand Lunaville," Tyrion started. "I am Alpha King Tyrion Venard, and"—he gestured at me—"this is my mate, Luna Aria Seymour. Now, shall we get to the point of our meeting?"

Since Sei isn’t around anymore and it’s just a plan to make me confess, it’s a piece of cake ruining every company she owns. And that is how Theo Valencia is when he doesn’t get his way.

"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