Lannister Novels & Stories

he stated while running his fingers over my face. I was feeling disgusted when he touched me. His fingers were cold as ice and it sent a chill to my skin. The feeling was completely different than what Keiser made me feel for him. Though I hate him as well, but this bloodsucker is a monster, Benjamin Lanister is his name. One of the Royal Vampires of North, he and his family is known well for the destruction of a city owned by humans. Once they were dead, almost, until they were found by a group of innocent humans. They were looking for ancient treasures drugged by supernatural creatures and accidentally found them.

Luther screamed out, rubbing his head in irritation. “We don’t have keys?” Cassius shouted nervously. “Just take fucking them…” suddenly Luther’s eyes caught the blueprint's box and he quickly rummaged through it. “Fuck yes!” He grabbed the keys and rushed to the basement. Noelle, Winnie and Cassius are waiting for them. Luther was entering the basement when a fired wooden roof fell just in front of him. He dodged and jumped back gasping for breath as his heart accelerated.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

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”

THIRD PERSON'S POV Alessandro watched Carly with a smile as she walked away until she was out of sight. "Boss." Leonardo called out, bringing him back to reality. "Take this and put it safe in the vault in my office." Alessandro ordered handing the Marriage contract file to him. "Sure Boss." He said with a bow before he left. Alessandro took a seat on his favorite chair as Mr. Tyrion Lannister Luca walked in with about twelve guards. Tyrion was the only son of his father's younger brother.

Marcus’s large dragon with ivory colored scales circled the pack ground a few times trying to see if he could locate his daughter, but he couldn’t. However, he did notice a tall, muscular man with dark hair standing in front of the large pack house staring at him as if waiting for something. Marcus wondered if maybe the man was Ray Winston, the alpha of the pack.

"Hannah, get inside! There are men in suits landing on the beach. They have guns, and they’re asking for a 'Mr. Cromwell'." ​Luke stiffened beside me. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by a sudden, sharp clarity that frightened me. He let go of my hand, his posture straightening as if a switch had been flipped. ​"Cromwell," Luke repeated, the name sounding heavy and bitter on his tongue. ​The paradise was over. The "Arrogant CEO" was being summoned back to his throne.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

That was when I noticed his left cheek was dripping blood from a deep gouge. Leda had tried to get her own back. I couldn’t be prouder. I grinned. “Oh look” Brandt drawled “The Lille Kong and his orange knight have come for their precious princess!” Still in her hospital gown, Leda was lying face down in front of the throne and I felt Lars edge toward her from my right. “Uh, uh, uh” Brandt wagged his finger at us. “You’re not quick enough to get up here Grimmor. I could snap your last connection to humanity’s neck with one stomp!” He stamped his foot to emphasise his point.

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from