Tyrion Lannister Novels & Stories

He thought. He sheepishly jogged to catch up to Krona who was making his way towards Shreftwood. “What’s next sir?” Tyrion asked stopping in front of the exhausted warrior, Krona stopped and looked at Tyrion, shaking his head slightly to adjust his features to remove all tell tale signs of how he was truly feeling of the events that just unfolded.

"I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out. "When I was a lad I fo

' This earned him quite the glances as many wondered why he was behaving like this. Lavana, who had abruptly awakened, gotten comfort from her mate and was about to doze off again on the comforting chest of her mate, was moved to attempt standing but her mate stopped her. She looked at him in disbelief, pointing at Tyrion. Hearing the word 'Father' had made her open her eyes wide. "That... That's your son?" "Yeah," he replied smugly. "Told you you won't be able to hug him." She sighed in defeat as she dropped her hand. "You win."

She didn't know who it was but the voice showed that the person she had just bumped into was a wealthy, domineering, and power-filled man. She disengaged quickly and her face met with an extremely handsome man. His eyes were so blue, that he would be contesting with the sea. His hair was dark and wavy. His nose was pointy and beautiful. His lips were pink and full. And his body was well built, slender, and beautiful. It was Warren Lannister. She had seen him a couple of times on social media but she had never met him in real life until now. Looking at him, she felt like backing away. She wished the floor would just open and swallow her up because it was better than the intimidating aura that

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

ARIA I was about to take a shower when I heard someone knocking on my door. I put my dress back on and walked barefoot to open it. When I saw Tyrion standing in the corridor with his crimson eyes pointed at me, I froze. His hands were still dirty from Jack's blood, and his whole body was trembling in scarcely restrained anger. I swallowed hard while chills ran down my spine. Had he figured out my true identity? No, I doubted that he had. I only hoped that his anger wasn't aimed at me.

"Which means that I'll have to fight alongside wolves I don't fully trust." Tyrion chuckled. "I cannot send you an army, but I could suggest a few… mercenaries." My mouth curled up. "Mercenaries?" "I could unofficially delegate both of my Gammas—Zane and Logan—along with a few others... let's say ten warriors who don't hate you. How's that sound?" His suggestion made my grin spread across my mouth. "An excellent idea, friend." Tyrion laughed. "I thought you might like it."

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

I try to sound menacing as I say his name, but no matter how I say it, it comes out as a giggle. “Razor,” the other guy says loudly, and I hear his footsteps running towards me quickly. Propping myself up on another crate, I wait for the other guy to approach me. As he comes into view, I hop off the crate and keep a wide smile on my lips. “I am sorry, but Razor is unavailable at the moment. He’s busy.” I say in my smart-ass voice. The man looks me up and down, but I don’t take my eyes off his hands. “You have got to be kidding me,” the man laughs. “You are the Lycan King’s lead assassin? Aren’t you also his secretary?”