Lannister Kingslayer Novels & Stories

I laugh at his acts. There is silence now, and I speak, "Hunters. There is a brewing war between us, Vampires, and them, Hunters. In the past years, we have allowed deaths from our side and looked away from it. Today, they kill one of ours again and even, apart from that, Sebastian Hunter is planning greatly on ways to sending away from her. He wants us back in the locks." I tell the Kings. They remain silent. "Cole Hunter, the Third, the King of all Hunters, in few years from now would leave the throne for Sebastian Hunter, and judging from what we see now, Sebastian has no respect for the normalcy we have built.

“I see your hair have been cut, though I might not have been the one who gave them permission…it fits a rug rat like you. You look beautiful.” He lifted her dress higher then pulled a small box from his back pocket. “It was meant to be a harmless little gift to celebrate you moving here, but now it will become a nightmare to you.” “What…What is it?” Marlie’s words were broken and low, nothing but fear running through her as the warning from that lady swept across her mind. ‘It’s none of my business, but the lycan kings are heartless men, this one though; Zhander, he won’t hesitate to kill you, he has killed many of our kind for mistakes that could’ve been ignored. So be careful of what you d

Silence falls heavy in the air as I wait with bated breath to hear what my fate shall be. “As you can see, my love.” Hearing those words sends another sharp shooting pain through my heart, nearly causing me to fall to my knees. Thankfully Mr. Jones was still at my side. He moved his arm from around my shoulder and pulled me in closer by my waist. Cassius’ eyes hardened at the sight of it, his gaze following the movement of Mr. Jones’s hand. “She is not my slave to give away.” He finally finishes through gritted teeth.

The only thing I hated about being king, was having to make life or death decisions. “Kill them all. Every Lycan that has been bitten should be killed. And Fang, get all the best trackers you can find. We are going hunting.”

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

Astrid asks, collecting her pieces of clothing that were scattered on the floor. "The rangers caught an assassin in the aftermath of the war. James sent me a letter. They made the man confess on who sent him and with what propose. He had orders to kill me or Tommen, whichever one remained alive at the end. James tracked his steps back to Lysa." "What..." "Sansa may have promised her that she will have Tommen thrown off the throne in a year, but she saw that as too much of a risk and decided not to wait." Loras explains, shaking his head.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

"Before Willowbrook." Liam's eyes widened. "The memory seal wasn't placed on one child." "It was placed on both of you." Orion slowly crossed his arms. "Someone wanted the Blood Moon Heir and the future Moon Queen separated." "But why?" Rowan asked. No one had an answer. Before anyone could speak again, the prison doors exploded inward. Dust filled the chamber. Through the smoke stepped King Valerius. The ancient king carried his massive black sword across one shoulder. Behind him stood dozens of elite Shadow Knights.

“To demonstrate goodwill, I am going to give you to Alpha Mordecai Black,” I could not move. I could not speak as horror washed over me. Alpha Mordecai Black. Everyone knew that name. The Kingslayer. The alpha who had killed previous Alpha Kings with his own hands whenever they challenged him but always refused the throne like it meant nothing to him. The alpha that other alphas did not challenge because they valued their lives. And Alpha Kelvin was going to give me to him. My heart had stopped beating properly. It was getting hard to breathe.

“...don’t humiliate yourself? There is no way you can get past those amounts of guard, even though you try to escape.” “I assume you don’t know me, then...” “...I’m Lannister Stormborn. The humanity in me died centuries ago. I mastered all four elements of nature, making me the best King’s guard. Heads fall in whatever battle I indulge in.” Lannister replied, bringing out his minesweeper which complimented his dark hair which was down to chin. In his eyes, was vengeance engraved with mists on anger on their audacity. I folded my hands, knowing I could trust him...