Tyrion Lannister Novels & Stories

"Damn. Juicy." "Em!" "She knows how to sell thi- wait, who's Nathaniel? I didn't know you had another than guy before Michael?" "I didn't." My blood boiled at his name. "Nathaniel is Noah." "Noah? As in your Noah? As in put my dick in every female Noah?"

Don't think about her. Not right now. Jon turned around slowly, smirking when he saw me. “You bastard,” I snarled, my voice breaking. “You tormented her by letting her live hooked up like that. And I.. I had to..” “Of course, you picked Delilah over her. Over your sweet mother. How did it feel? Taking off her life support?!" Jon’s laugh was bitter. “You think you know everything, don’t you? You think that little stunt of mercy makes you righteous? You just ended the only person who held this family together. You destroyed the very foundation of what made you who you are. You. Killed. Her. Murderer!”

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

Or maybe… my eyes looked like his. He bent down slightly so we were at the same level. “I’m Victor.” His voice was low and deep, but not harsh. I didn’t answer. He studied me for a moment longer, then the corner of his lips lifted again. “From now on, you belong to me.” I didn’t like that sentence. “I don’t belong to anyone, Uncle.” I am not an object. I am not a painting. I am Nicholas. And I belong to Mom. I looked back at him with the same gaze I had learned from Mom whenever she was angry at the world.

I was sitting in the dark, eating chocolate, and waiting for the monster to come home from his war. The blue light of the massive screen flickered against the red LED strips of the room, creating a violet haze that matched the bruising in my soul. It was mid-afternoon, and I was spiraling. Jamie Lannister was a monster for what he did to Bran, and Ned Stark—god, Ned was a fool. Why didn't he stay in the cold safety of Winterfell? Why did everyone good have to die while the vultures like Joffrey and Sansa’s delusions thrived?

"Joric… they're all watching us." Joric shot another frantic look at his wrist. The crystal was still dark. "Alpha?" Marcus nudged him. "Everyone's waiting." Joric took a deep breath and stood up. He'd come this far. There was no turning back now. "Pour the wine." A servant immediately brought two goblets of laurel wine. The golden liquid swirled, giving off a faint, sweet scent. He raised his glass. "By the witness of the Blood Moon and this pack, I, Joric of Blackfang, claim Giselle as my Luna."

He stopped before he could continue. I knew that face. It just keeps getting worse. “How could that be the face of a man.” I heard him say as he raised his head to look at me. He stood and walked around the table. Slow. Controlled steps. Of course I’d remember him anywhere, I’ve seen too many drawings not to recognize him. Those sharp golden eyes I’ve heard of. The black dragon ring he wore. Only one person wore it in the whole four kingdoms. “Of course.” I said almost in a whisper. That’s how he was able to take down the two kingdoms.

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

Valac bit on his nails impatiently as he walked toward nowhere in particular. "Excuse me, your highness." Valac, on the other hand, was greeted by an unfamiliar nobleman who appeared to be in his fifties. He speaks in a cultured manner, and he greeted Valac as politely as he could. "Who the hell are you?" Valac questioned him, and veins emerged on his forehead, indicating that he was already in a terrible mood. "It appears that I was a little late in introducing myself. My name is Leon Knight, and I'd like to greet Your Highness the third prince Valac von Elysian."

he replies making the ladies look among themselves and giggle as their cheeks blush. Ty seems to have that effect on ladies. He's not just a gentleman, but he's kind-hearted, humble, and so adorable. Anyone would easily underestimate him how powerful he is until they catch his aura and can sense the power in him. I've seen him train, no one can outdo him, coming close to how powerful Alpha Blake is. Our stay in the kitchen was short-lived. Ty is the beta of our pack, and with that title comes great responsibilities. It wasn't long before we were called back into the dining hall.