Tyrion Lannister Novels & Stories

Zachariah asked through gritted teeth. “I had to go and see Arya. I promised to come very early.” Alston lied. “You should have told me! I’m your beta! I have responsibilities too, and I’ll be the first to ask anything if you go missing.” “She was already thinking that the child of prophecy came to kidnap you.” Zachariah said, making Alston scoff out. “We both know that’s not true.” He replied. “Then.. “Gather all the warriors,pick the best ten. And we’ll have a small talk with them.” Alston cut him off before walking past him towards his penthouse.

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

He said. "No, he doesn't?" I blinked when he pulled away. His face darkened, as if the mountain had been covered with larva. "He doesn't?" "Uhm, I mean...I mean, he doesn't...but he does.." "What?" He asked, glaring at me as he began to let me go. "Do you even know who Alexander Qin is?" I asked with a frown. "Who is he?" "The male character of the book Hellbound with you?" I mumbled.

The young man made a long face, looking concerned. He knows so well that Alpha Dante is not easy to tackle. He is one mighty Alpha wolf who can compete with a Lycan and even a cougar. “I have my way of doing things…..” Tyrion uttered and took out his cell phone that was gotten for him by the men who saved his life. They have been loyal to him even when he served Don, and he had planned everything with them from the start. He dialed a number, and it rang the first time but wasn't picked up, then he redialed it.

I growled. Tyrion laughed, “I will raise your child as my own and Angelina will be by my side through it all. But first I need to go and send our soldiers out. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt your sister in law. At least not until she had her baby. I may be a lot of things, but I am not a baby killer.” At least that was one thing. He wouldn’t kill kids. “I guess even psycho’s have their moral code.” Simon growled.

“That’s not good enough. Bring him here now.” Uri nodded shakily and quickly exited the room, not daring to turn his back on his Alpha. He quickly sprinted to the infirmary block and wheeled oriental healer Frederick Gnome back to the Alpha’s wing. “What is it, Ray?” Sir Frederick had no fear of the tyrannical Alpha even though he had gotten him very close to seeing the Grim Reaper just last week. “My name is Alpha Reagan Lorde.” Reagan gritted out. “Do I need to remind you of it again, Frederick?”

Her father had a look on his face that stated she was about to get her butt mulched into the matt. Eric snickered on his throne putting a fist to his chin. He had short black hair with electric blue eyes. His hair was the only one amongst the Council that was short. His pointed ears showed with a golden loop at the tip. He was usually quite amongst them all but today his interest was taking by a raven with a death wish. He was usually the one who studies the crowds, always popping into peoples minds to insure no high treason or rule breaking was happening. He also had a crush on Abigail but never told anyone. Ancients never like to admit their weaknesses and his was a certain red hair with g

"You meant that you've failed. Just like the one before you. And the one before him. And every other trembling fool who's stood in this room and offered me explanations instead of results." "Y-Your Majesty..." the healer whispered, his composure cracking. "Please... just seven more days. I beg you. I'll make her wake. I swear on my life!" "Seven days?" A cold laugh escaped him. "She’s been lying here like a fucking corpse for fourteen days already. Fourteen. Are you seriously suggesting I give your incompetent ass yet another week to disappoint me?" Fourteen days? I'd been unconscious for two weeks. The realization made my stomach drop. For two whole weeks, I'd been lying helpless in the Lyc

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

I asked, feeling anxious. "I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life." Shakily, I offered him my right hand. He undid the buttons of his shirt and took it off. He extended his claws and clawed his chest, right over his heart. The skin tore easily and the wound started bleeding immediately. He took my hand in his and made a small cut in the middle of my palm before he placed it over the bleeding wound on his chest. "I, Dimitri Volkov, Beta of The Rogue Pack, solemnly vow to loyally serve Avalyn Volkov, Luna of the Rogue Pack, Queen of Mozog, for as long as I shall live," he vowed as we looked into each other's eyes.