Lannister Novels & Stories

Epilogue ✓ * * * They all left the room, standing at the entrance of the building as they waited for the approaching wolf pack. They were known as the Lanisters. One of the most deadliest wolf pack in the world. Years back, it was said that they once had issue with the previous king, Kaden's father which hasn't been resolved until this day. Illiana seems to be more scared than anyone. She was some how beginning to doubt what the Moon Goddess had told her.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

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."

"This urn is from sister Keira, right? Green took the antique urn off the counter, the orchids in the front yard and back garden, that's sister Keira's favorite too, right?" Langit was about to open hos mouth, answer Green's questions. However, Green immediately cut off. "All pink color things that you gave me, I knew they were sister Keira's favorite color. By any chance, have you been seeing me as Keira all this time? I'm Green, brother. Not Keira " Cried Green in front of his face. When her patience ran out, she just blurted out the words in her head. Her breath was ebbing out of emotion.

I flung her hand aside and slapped her across the face. Quinn, clutching her cheek, tried to retaliate, but Serena intervened. “Enough! Lannister is gone, and you’re still bickering here!” “Someone open the furnace now!” Serena wailed, her voice filled with despair. The staff turned off the flames, but by then, the fire had already consumed Lannister. “Mom, Lannister is dead! She burned him alive!” Quinn cried as she clung to Serena, glaring at me with murderous hatred.

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

"And now, the Hollow Crown stirs." Elior stepped forward. "Who are you?" The rider tilted their head slightly, as if considering. Then: "I am Vame. The Last Sentinel." A chill crept down Rael’s spine. "The last of what?" Elior demanded. Varic regarded them in silence for a moment, then swung off the horse with effortless grace. As they moved closer, their form seemed to flicker at the edges, as if struggling to fully exist in this world. "The last to guard the cycle," Vame said. "The last to stand before the Hollow Crown."

“It’s coming soon. I just need my strength first. I need to stand and I need to show them who they are and who I am, what it is to challenge me. And what is at stake for what they've done.” “Strength?” he echoed carefully, warily. “I do not understand, alpha.” I chuckled, the sound echoing darkly through the broken halls. “Blood is power, Theon. Blood is life. And right now, there’s nothing I crave more. Blood, flesh and the lives of those that are weak, I am gaining my strength from them.” His jaw tightened, eyes flickering with a disgust he failed to hide. “If you say so, Alpha.” “Oh, I do say so,” I murmured softly, stepping toward him slowly, dangerously. “You doubt me? You're not fright

her room, and we agreed to meet up later once she took some rest. "It's Bella, right?" Gabriel asked me as we walked towards his room. I just nodded a yes. "Is it short for Isabella?" No, my name is Bellatrix," I answered. "Wow, that's a beautiful name. Your name is from the Latin word meaning Female Warrior." What is this guy, a braniac or walking encyclopedia? I had no clue about the meaning behind my name. I just knew that my grams had named me. "Thanks for the compliment, but honestly, I never took the time to look up the meaning of the name my grams chose for me," I told him shyly. "We're here, I hope this room meets your satisfaction. Give me a shout if there is anything you need," I

Lena continued, “and leverage. Whispers in noble courts. Veiled threats sealed in gold wax. They forge alliances over wine and secrets. Not all of them clean. Not all of them honest. But always… binding.” Ingrid had stilled beside us now, her gaze unreadable. She said nothing, but I could tell she was listening. “House Dorne’s estate is in the southern reaches,” Lena added, quieter now, the words threading through the falling snow. “Where winters are gentler and loyalty is sold in handshakes instead of blood. They have ties to a dozen noble families—maybe more—through marriage, trade, and magical treaties. But their oldest, most enduring alliance…” She gave a meaningful pause, eyes narrowing