Lannister Novels & Stories

Zachariah mocked, clearing his throat to alert Alston the speech was enough. “Arya jenkins, daughter of the chief priestess and Luna of the Curran pack, will you be my wife, legally and forever?” Alston said, looking into those eyes and his expression telling her he won’t collect no for an answer. Arya lips curled up af first, looking into his eyes before looking at the ring. “First, I'd like to ask you some questions.” She started, making Mrs Jenkins sigh. “Isn’t the answer supposed to be a yes?” Mr Jenkins leaned in and whispered into his wide ears.

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.”

"I'm Liv, by the way, Liv Fenrir." Asta's mouth dropped open at the name, but she quickly recovered and held out a hand and smiled. "Asta Sköll, nice to meet you."

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

My eyes rested on the velvet curtains swaying to the rhythm of the breeze coming from the opened window I stalked closer to the window, gazing out into the woods that surrounded the mansion. With Nero's vision, it was easy to see the figure racing through the woods. Devoss Lannister. He had snuck in here, but for what reason? My gaze shifted back on Ayla, as I mindlinked my cousin. “Get those fucking brothers out of my territory immediately,” ***** AYLA BAILORE

I would love to see the expression on her face when she found out her worst nephew had taken over power. Getting to Leo’s door, I pushed it open. I stepped in. Seven of my men, Lucy, Freya, and Mad Max entered with me. Those bunch of men are needed. I didn’t trust Max. Not yet, until I've made him powerless. “Bring her to me,” I ordered Lucy. She pushed Freya into my body. “Don’t you dare lay your dirty hands on my sister,” mad Max roared.

Nothing but the mellow murmur of life returning. Kol walked away out of the balcony, with his cane tapping one at a time against the floor. In his study, the ancient family crest was folded in his drawer. Above his desk hung a new symbol, a circle of gold and black intertwined. The mark of balance. He touched it briefly before whispering, “The Lannister name can rest.” Outside, dawn began to bloom across the hills. When morning came, the sun rose without turning red. Light was streaming over the grounds, hitting each spot, the graves, the towers, the burnt woodland, the statue, faintly gold even now.

It's as if destiny wants me to be imprisoned in this house forever. Even before that, I was already the princess who was locked up in her tower. I was always tutored at home and I still am. That's the disadvantage of having a rich father. My father is named Leon Aiyer, the wealthiest man of the town. He is the owner of a flourishing insurance company. No wonder why those thieves want his money. After my mother died of cancer when I was ten, he has sunk himself in his work as an escape to his sadness. He is most of the time on voyage, leaving me under the care of a nanny.

Or a dish that you liked? “What the hell do you mean by that?” Apparently, my questions had surprised him beyond measure because now he looked like I was the crazy one “How can you not know who the hell Sansa is? Have you never heard of the Starks? Game of Thrones?” “Did you name it after a fictional character, then?” I said without carrying still looking apprehensive at the big dog with gray fur and blue eyes that kept in the same position, "And it's female, right?" With an exasperated sound, Louis pulled away from me to take the bed back and place it on the side of the living room couch and where Sansa immediately lay down.