Tyrion Lannister Novels & Stories

“You get all wrong, Dad. He’s not like that.” “Are you sure about that? He came to the rescue when you were on that island. He pretended to save your company when he did all the escalation to let the stockholders panic selling. Then he came buying my share and Tyrion by using Striker Cade. Do you think that’s not his plan all along? Do you think I didn’t know that?”

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ

“Every time you fight, every time you survive—it sleeps. But it will stir one day and wake up.” Her words gave me a chilly feeling in my bone. How could she know that? Randall positioned himself in front of us, his hackles up and snarling. “Too much of an enigma already for my patience, Warrington.” Tell me what you came to tell me and go.” This was the part of Game of Thrones that makes it always interesting; Lyanna smiled, and then her face tensed; the mood changed instantly. The main thrust of Tyrone’s schemes is more than what you can think of. He doesn’t want Alora simply to heal his pride that was injured by her many years ago. He’s after her blood.”

Chapter 36: The Summons "Your Majesty." The hall echoed with the synchronized voices of those kneeling before Alaric with their heads bowed low in reverence. Alaric's gaze swept over the gathered assembly. His piercing eyes took in the collection of mages, summoners, and mediums from across the kingdoms. But one figure in particular captured his attention—a tall, cloaked man with an air of both mystery and authority. It was Zavian, the rumored wise wizard who practiced both the light and dark arts.

“The tip is poisoned. You don’t even have to stab someone. Just nick his skin, and he’ll die in agony.” My gaze homed in on the blade. I wanted it so badly. It was so close. So sharp. The crone nudged it forward. “You know who gave that to me? Darragh Ryan. The Mercenary. The Haunt of the Hills.” I’d heard of him—everyone had—even though he’d left the pack before I was born. The males got shifty when his name came up, but their dismissive laughs always rang false, like they were whistling past a graveyard.

Time passed, though she could no longer measure it. Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, unable to speak. Only then did Jack stop, leaning over her with a threat. “Alanna, I’m warning you one last time. Lewis is dead. If you want to live, obey me. “Cross me again, and you’ll be very sorry that you did!” … Disgusted by the blood on his hands, Jack locked the door and went to the bathroom to clean himself. Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined.