Lannister Soldier Novels & Stories

So, he heaved a sigh of relief and said arrogantly, “To tell you the truth, I used to be a three-star warrior from Ten Thousand Armies!” Charlie was stunned for a moment. Subsequently, he raised his brows and smiled as he asked, “Oh? You used to belong to Ten Thousand Armies? Are you talking about the mercenary organization, Ten Thousand Armies?” Mr. Lanyon replied coldly, “That’s right!” Charlie asked again, “Who is in charge of you, then? Porter Waldron?” Mr. Lanyon said angrily, “How dare you! The mighty lord of Ten Thousand Armies is not someone you can refer to by name!”

Only a few fires burned now, small and steady, as the first wave of patrols headed north to draw attention away. I checked my gear twice before Warren appeared. His presence filled the tent even before I turned. “Your team is ready?” he asked. “They are waiting at the edge of the marsh.” He nodded once. “You will have twelve soldiers. Fast, quiet, disciplined. Hit the supply line and fall back immediately. No heroics.” “Understood.” He hesitated, then stepped closer. “Lana.” The sound of my name in his voice caught me off guard. “Do not underestimate him,” he said. “He will expect you to think like him. Use that.”

The war was still ongoing, Liana was being observed by the Thamali soldiers because of her fighting skills as she fought along with them. The dawn is over as the sun’s blurry light cleared the dark sky, Liana looks around and sees a wounded Thamali soldier being pinned by an evil soldier on the ground. Liana run towards them and cut the evil soldier’s head, she help him to stand up and to her surprise, it was the general. “Young soldier thank you for saving me,” he said as Liana nodded and they continued fighting the enemies.

"I'm certain they would find me." "Perhaps..." ... but there're always ways. Sethlzaar had no doubt Cynth would know them. They fell into an odd silence after. A soldier came to them a short while later. Sethlzaar recognized him as one of the few remaining soldiers from Lord Oddor's era, his clean jaw never having seen a blade nor a strand of hair. It was almost a wonder how the boy still lived, considering Sethlzaar remembered his face from the battlefields and not the tower.

He declared firmly, “Arianna Greystone is not to be touched, questioned, or dragged into any more of your backroom decisions. If there’s a threat to this realm, you bring it to me directly.” The door creaked open. The Lycan soldier returned, dragging in a shackled man. Eyes widened in shock—including Arianna’s and Lucas’s. Merek and Damaris were stunned. Valoreth stood abruptly, face paling. The soldier had dragged in Jarik, the Ouroboros who had led the rogues' attack. He was still alive!

As he turned around to inform his fellow soldiers, he found his ankle being stuck on the metal knitted piece. Unable to move, he started hitting on the metal, trying to release himself from the clutch, but failed miserably. The Dark Lord got frustrated looking at the failure of his soldiers. He sent his greatest fifty soldiers forward. Fifty soldiers came forward and tried to destroy the metal trap. They set fire on it along with one of their soldiers stuck. But couldn't be destroyed. "I will destroy the one who has made these weapons." The Dark Lord murmured in a frustrated manner. ***** "His Majesty, you called me?" Lenn bowed to his King.

Well, the Knight thought with a sigh, at least Hunter, most probably Eric Travis, now knew to keep an eye on the lord. Once the official announcement was over, the soldiers unloaded the compensation for the village before immediately heading off toward the next village over. Faline stayed at the back of the crowd that was wishing the Galenus Krysts well, Lanie once again finding her way to the Knight’s side. “Shame those men are leaving so soon. That one is handsome," Lanie pouted as she pointed to a soldier with delicate features and short black hair. The handsome Kryst glanced up, staring at them blankly for a moment before turning away with a shake of his head.

A message for him. He stared at it, and the wind was driven from his body. Two words. STOP DIGGING, SOLDIER. The world shrunk to hard, green letters on the dark screen. The whine of the climate control receded to a fading roar. Soldier. Not Mr. Stalker. Not the consultant. Soldier.

The lance's tip drew a line on her face. She heard a faint thud behind her. She yanked her head to look at Ron. He lay against the dirt, the lance pierced on his arm. 'No... No...' Lana shook her head. 'No... this can't be." "Go Lana..." Ron told her. "Run..." But there was nowhere Lana could run to. They were surrounded by the soldiers, who were lusting to strangle her and scorch her against the Sun. "I can't... there is nowhere I can go." Lana told him.

one of them snarled at her before turning and staring at Annabelle who lay unconscious in Lucas' arms. "What are they?" she whispered to Lucas as she felt scared. They smelled like rogues, and rogues were dangerous. "They are rogues," he replied, which made her swallow hard. "It's shady around here. Hold Annabelle and don't let them take her," he said before placing her in her arms and turning around to stare at their rivals. "She is going nowhere!" he said coldly as he stared at them with his violent eyes. "I repeat we only need the girl," one of the soldiers at the front said and it looked as though he really didn't want a fight, but he came for something important and they couldn't give i