Lannister Kingslayer Novels & Stories

As he noticed how my emotions faded, he barked a laugh as if he were amused before he added, “I’m the Lycan King, too. Did you think I wouldn’t be able to know about your secret wedding to him? Most of the Kings had known about it. Well, we find out that King Edward has been obsessed with his concubine. We might now fight to stop the war, but we still want to ensure the safety of our packs.” “It means you all put a spy in his pack, right?” “You got it correctly, Queen Anastasia. You don’t need to be mad because your husband put a spy here in my pack, too. It means if I killed you, he won’t think twice to attack this pack,” he playfully responded back. He tapped the table, severely gazing at

“Alora, I love you, and you know that, I always blame myself for your death.” “Save yourself strength. "The more you try to speak or do anything, the more the poison settles,” I said. He tried to shift, but it caused him more pain. I chuckled as I watched him struggle. “I can watch this all day,” I whispered and opened the antidote. “You deserve more than death” I whispered, and poured the whole thing out the window. “How happy the kingdom will be knowing you are defeated, and I become the Clan Luna, one that rules with honesty and fairness,” I said. He stretched his hand and spit out blood.

One of the elders, James, adjusted his robe as he stood up, “Alpha, about the banquet that's coming up tomorrow, we heard you've invited the Lycan king. Don't you think that's dangerous?” Kaiden raised his brows, “What do you mean?” James swallowed and said, “Alpha, you must have heard some rumors about the Lycan king, Lord Duncan. People say he's extremely dangerous, and he has the looks of a demon. They say he kills in seconds, and he's extremely skilled while fighting. His name alone instills fear in the heart of people. Do you want to invite such kind of a person to the banquet? What if everyone gets frightened to death!” his voice was laced with fear as he stared at Kaiden.

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.

He replied, continuing to walk. “Is King Marcelo going to be gracing us with his presence this year?” Jason asked the king. “Well. We are not certain. He never responded to the letter,” the King replied. The Lycan King? Did they invite him? The cold-blooded killer was invited to the convention? I wondered, following behind. If at all the Lycan will be here, I made a note to make sure that I avoid them at all costs. They were ruthless and dominant.

“You’re a king and the last of your kind.” “This still doesn’t make sense.” I shook my head finding it hard to digest the information I had received. "If anything lycans are extinct." "That's what everyone believes but before my great grandfather, grandfather, and father were killed they shared a secret only they kept with me." She said. "They told me the reason why they were so strong, everyone believed they were just very skilled werewolves but that wasn't the case, they were lycans descendants of the great king Alexander."

It's lined with portraits of people who married for duty and then got immortalized for it in oil, like the palace wanted to make sure no one forgot who belonged to whom, forever, whether they'd wanted each other or not. I wasn't really looking at any of them. I was just walking the row, letting my eyes slide over gilded frames, until one stopped me completely. Lycan King Kaelor the Tenth. He looked the way he always looked. Still. Powerful in a way that didn't need to try. Unfairly good-looking, even rendered in paint by someone who'd probably been terrified the whole time they worked. I stood in front of it longer than I should have, long enough that if anyone had walked past they would hav

"Do you really think you can beat Soren and Victor?" "You're the weak one here! I would certainly have made them bow!" I said with determination. Ghost shook his head, sighing. "Understand your situation, Klaus. You're no longer a King, even when we regain our throne, it will belong to Soren and Victor." Ghost commented. "Never!" I shouted. "Those were your own words, don't you remember?" Ghost sighed. "I just told them to get off my back! I don't intend to keep them." I smiled wryly.

The wind muffles the sound of his screams. King is the next one to join the fight. Unlike my father’s lycan, King moves stealthfully through the chaos. He inches closer to the house. One of Fairs’s warriors is thrown back, and King catches him as he falls to the ground. Placing a single paw on the warrior's chest, he rips out his throat and tosses it to the side.

"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