Sansa X Tyrion Novels & Stories

"Besides, I wanted to see if you were OK." I heard him curse under his breath. Then he walked back to his desk and sat down. "Tyrion will be fine… physically at least." "What do you mean?" "He got drunk, then he passed out. I take care of all the work until he's sober," he said curtly. My eyes widened. "I heard that strong alphas practically can't get drunk." Felix let out a cold chuckle. "They can if they add a bit of wolfsbane to their alcohol. Tyrion added… a lot."

He glared at the door as Tyron popped his head slightly inside the door. " My Lord..." " Just.. call me Xander, my ears are bleeding and tired already." Xander shrugged. " Ma? Sorry, Sir?" Tyron asked not believing his eyes. " It's an order. What do we have here again?" The Gamma asked looking at the white sheet in Tyron's palm. " Ehm, ehn." Tyron stuttered unable to form a word, maybe due to shock, surprise or excitement but Xander's glare quickly brought him out of his reverie.

I queried. “So! Take Lisa and Jayden and the price would be Lyra! Checkmate! Grab him by the balls!” Tyrion chuckled in a sinister manner. “You'd be surprised what a man can give for the life of his family. Think about that,” he said, raising his glass at me, with a wink.

It was as if the barriers that had separated us, that had fueled my fear and mistrust, were crumbling away, making room for a newfound clarity and acceptance. The medicine man stepped back, his face etched with a mix of reverence and awe. "Lycan King, your journey does not end here," he said, his voice carrying a weight of wisdom. "This elixir will serve as a catalyst, but true unity and strength can only be found when two souls are in harmony." I turned to Gracie, a surge of gratitude welling up within me. "Gracie," I said, my voice filled with sincerity. "In this moment, I realize that our connection is not merely physical or driven by power. It is a bond that transcends time and circumsta

She let go of the sword now and it fell into the snow. “How could you sell her out?!” She yelled now, directing her anger to a surprised Xanth. “You are half Khione! Have you been brain washed as well?! You’re selling out your own kind!” “I know and I have to get her back before things get worse!” He yelled too. Kye picked up the sword and pointed it to Xanth, anger boiled up inside of him. “Enough of this long talk Syrana, let me end him right here and right now!”

It almost gagged her, but Sansa emptied the cup, gulping down the thick sweet wine until her head was swimming. "More?" Cersei asked. "No. Please." The queen looked displeased. "When you asked about Ser Ilyn earlier, I lied to you. Would you like to hear the truth, Sansa? Would you like to know why he's really here?" She did not dare answer, but it did not matter. The queen raised a hand and beckoned, never waiting for a reply. Sansa had not even seen Ser Ilyn return to the hall, but suddenly there he was, striding from the shadows behind the dais as silent as a cat. He carried Ice unsheathed. Her father had always cleaned the blade in the godswood after he took a man's head, Sansa recalled,

“I made your father who he was! I built the Vale empire! That fortune belongs to all of us, not just him. You think your father was a saint? He betrayed me! And now fate is giving me what’s mine.” “You mean fate is rewarding a vulture,” I snapped. “A thief waiting for his younger brother to die so he can pick at the bones he never helped build.” His mouth twisted. “And you? You’re nothing but a whore!” “Better than you who has never worked a day in his life! Tell me, what are your achievements? What's your company name?” I dared him. “Oh, I'm not a cheap thing like you, Sansa. The last time I checked,” he said with a sick smile, “you were whoring around town with different men. You can’t run

she croaked tauntingly. Xander got enraged to the core, shifting into his huge beast. This time, his speed and power were at their peak. Fire seemed to be roaming around him, and there were red pairs of wings spreading out from his back. He grew in size and all his muscles popped out. His eyes were burning like a lake of fire. "You are another hybrid from Lena's pack, too?" I saw the fear in Diane's eyes as she muttered those words, fluttering her eyes as she rested on Xander.

she said. Xavier released me and sat on the edge of the examination table. “Healer Darren. Report.” Scott stepped in behind us. “Beckett, this is irregular. The Council—” Xavier cut him off with a look. “I am pureblood,” Xavier said quietly. “The Lycan Prince of the Royal Territories. Address me accordingly, Redwood.” Scott’s jaw tightened. “Or leave,” Xavier added. Scott didn't challenge him, but he didn't look happy. Darren began unwrapping Xavier’s bandages. The wound looked worse than it should; the edges were dark and irritated, refusing to close. Even with my clinic's help, the flesh seemed to be fighting itself.