Lannister Kingslayer Novels & Stories

her voice was hoarse. She turned and looked at the maid. "Does your mother know who it's for?"she asked anxiously. "No, mistress. But something in my guts tells me it's for the King" Anna replied and Valerie scrawled at her before turning away. What the hell is going on? What if the King is responsible for it? How dare that bitch become pregnant for him? "This isn't right" she shook her head and walked away. ****************** Next Morning. King Lincoln was in his room, trying to fix his armor when the door opened and he knew it was Martha.

Why is everyone asking me about my hair? "Yes it is.. cool color huh?" Lexi answers in my place. "I wasn't asking you, idiot." The boy says and Lexi gives him a light punch on his shoulder. "Hi, I'm Antonio. But all my friends call me Tony so please call me Tony." I grab his hand and offer him a handshake. "I'm Morgana."

“You are a liar, a sawyer rat, a murderer, and a treasonist.” “Treasonist?” he asked, standing up from the ground. He brushed the dirt from his tunic casually. “I would call you the same thing,” he laughed to himself, “Letting all your warriors sacrifice their lives for you sounds worse than anything I did.” I growled, unsheathing my sword automatically. He only grinned at that, like a play he was watching just got more entertaining. “You are no longer qualified to be the King of the pack. You never were,” I said, pointing the sword directly at my half-brother. “I declare war on you, first Prince Benjamin, for treason and betrayal.”

“How could we take a word from a stranger like him? Who do you think you are to accuse us?!” I let out a sigh and removed my helmet. “Can you recognize me now?” In a second, the mighty Alpha was on his knees before me. “Your highness!” When he saw that everyone around him was still standing, he yelled at them, “He's Prince Kohen, the second prince of the royal family of lycans! Kneel or you lose your heads!”

Bitterness swirled in my chest, and while trying to hold the sadness that was trying so hard to cripple me, I looked up to see the king watching her hand like he was trying to read the pattern on her palm. He hadn’t even looked up at me. My heart shattered. “Sebastian, don’t you teach your breeders manners?” she said, and I waited for the king to say something. “This one is a blockhead.”

Blood drained from my face as I allowed his words to settle in. The Lycan King of the North?! Oh, this is definitely karma catching up with me.

I whisper, looking at the man who is trapped under Agnarr’s huge claw. “No! You can’t win. I am the Kingslayer!” Nefzaan spits. Even now, the arrogance in his eyes does not diminish. ‘You have never slayed a king… you murdered them like a coward.’ Agnarr snarls. ‘And now you will face your end.’

They’d enslaved the oldest bloodline in exchange for power. The text detailed sacrifices — “blood of kin for throne eternal.” It spoke of a failed containment. A name appeared again and again, burned into the margins: VEYLOR. I stepped back, the weight of centuries pressing against my chest. The Shadow King wasn’t some distant myth. He was the consequence of the Lannisters’ ambition — a soul torn apart, chained beneath their estate, waiting for a descendant’s blood to set him free. Rain’s explosion hadn’t summoned him. It had unlocked him.

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and