Lannister Soldier Novels & Stories

What a stark contrast these sights brought, compared to the serenity of the forest. “You there!” The officer screams as he points at me with his sword. “Still acting like a loose drunk are ya? What’s your name and why are you here!?” I immediately stand in attention and recite my unforgettable credentials “ Molag Broner. Remanian Legionnaire under the 46th Cohort, 3rd Company fighting for the 17th Legion, Lupus Infernos; The Bright Tigers. I am a soldier of Remas.” I can see the officer grinning through his mask “Just checking there Molag, you were falling asleep again. So go, get in line!”

"I found the soldier suspected of videotaping the conversation between me and the healer Jonas. As Your Majesty instructed, I'm looking for the soldier who used to be a human and only joined for about three months." Nehan paused. "There were two warriors who met these criteria. Because I was confused and now there was no Princess Lucia, I finally found out the soldier who had the training schedule that day in the morning. Because I was sure, I chatted with healer Jonas in the morning. It turned out the two soldiers had different schedules. I have secured the soldier who gets the schedule in the afternoon."

I covered my mouth from screaming and sprinted directly towards them. “YOU STOP RIGHT THERE LIANNE!” Cain roared from behind me. I paused, quickly turned around, and found that he was already on his feet, holding a rifle owned by the soldier who was now unconscious on the floor. How he had managed to steal the rifle and incapacitate the soldier at the same time was beyond me, but he was a well-respected, highly skilled general in the past after all. Cain was in a hunched posture with an uncomfortable expression on his face, but he still looked as dangerous as earlier.

I said Sternly. I watched one of the rogue soldiers walk away. The other continued staring at me in silence. “What the fuck are you staring at, midget? Quit showing me your ugly face!” I said and chuckled. The rogue soldier frowned at me and slowly unsheathed his sword again. Just then, the first soldier came back. “We can let him in now. He is the Beta to Alpha Tristan.” He said. I shrugged my shoulders and scoffed at them as I was led in.

But then if she was the one who dragged him there, she knew that he was a royal or part of the royal guards. “She has a kind heart. If it were up to me I would have left you there,” his face seemed to sag inwardly as he glared at Archer. “Your kind has already caused us enough problems. They may have been from the South but you are still a soldier. You are all the same in my books.” “What do you mean?” Archer picked up on the way he referred to him as a ‘soldier’ his identity was safe. “There was this one soldier who came here. He wanted us to join the rebels. He stayed for a while, lied to my daughter then left.”

Everyone got silent as a man she saw that Matt followed behind, he climbed up on the makeshift stage and gave a speech. “Thank you, everyone for coming tonight for this occasion. As all know the evening will start with promoting ranks of soldiers who earned and were selfless and courageous in the battlefield. Soldiers who worked long and hard to earn the positions that are now to be given to them as in acknowledge and approval for all their hard work and actions they have done to protect us and our country and their brothers on the field.

“Indeed, you’re a perfect soldier. I may talk trash to you but I never underestimated you in the least.” His blood had also started pouring out his mouth. “I’m glad to have fought a soldier like you and I’m glad that I was the one to fight you. If my Master had fought you, he sure would’ve been dead by now.” Lance fell to the floor and died.

Christopher couldn't tell if it was intentional or not but the man definitely spoke loud enough that half the bar could hear him. "Hey..." A man that was easily a foot taller than him stood from his stool with his drink in hand and approached the ladder. " That sounds like the kind of talk that some disloyal scum would say. I was a soldier that fought against the empire. If not for the intervention of King Robert, and Prince Halbert all the veterans would be six feet under at this point."

a soldier answered respectfully. "I understand. You can leave now." "Yes, General." As the candle flame flickered, the soldiers departed the cell in an orderly manner. The cramped room became somewhat more spacious. I gazed coldly at the face resting on the straw. With my sword, I brushed the hair aside. I recognized a handsome, vaguely familiar visage. Lancaster. Wow, what a coincidence, we met again, I thought, mocking. My sword tip glided slowly down, slicing through his clothes, finding the almost fatal wound on his chest. His injuries were severe, and if he hadn't been rescued, he would have bled to death.

Even the air even seemed to stop and listen. The Shadowborn had arrived. From the forest line they came, hundreds, eyes glowing like coals in mist. The trees behind them burned, feeding a red haze that swallowed the horizon. For centuries, the Lannisters had ruled over chaos. Now chaos had come home. At the north wall, Elias shouted into his radio. “Hold the line! Reinforce the ridge, now!” The first wave hit hard. Shadowborn soldiers, half flesh, half smoke, poured over the barricades. Bullets cut through them, but they only re-formed, black vapour turning back into bodies.