Willem Lannister Novels & Stories

"My family isn't from around here, so everyone in this village bullies me. They sneak into my fields at night to steal my crops." "Do you retaliate in the same way?" Adrian asked coolly. "Yes." Wilmer shivered in the chilly night air. "I'm only taking back what's rightfully mine. Is that wrong?" "No." Adrian scanned the ground at his feet, noticing nothing. "But you didn't retaliate against them tonight. Is your conscience pricking at you?" "No…" Wilmer's voice dropped. "I just stumbled upon a big secret. Chief Llyod is connected to the leader of Randell Manor."

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and

Wilhelmina answered in a voice that sounded stronger, "this is Antonio. My mate." Weldon was surprised by her statement, his eyes growing wide. He seemed a little shocked. "Antonio, like Prince Antonio of the Lycan Empire?" he asked. "Yes," I confirmed. Wilhelmina turned to me with a shocked expression. "Is it... is it true?" she stammered, her red eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you really...?" "Yes," I repeated, my voice calm and even in the face of her turmoil. "I am Prince Antonio Lothion of the Lycan Empire."

Wayne was the eldest of the three Lancaster brothers, and also Nathaniel's paternal grandfather. Yet among the three brothers, Wayne wasn't the most formidable. In their youth, the greatest Warbringer was the youngest brother, Lucas Lancaster. He was unmatched on the battlefield, a legend born for war. Still, he had no wish to govern or involve himself in court affairs. On the other hand, Wayne was different. Like Lucas, he was a renowned general whose name inspired awe, but he was also known throughout Aurensia for his mercy and virtue.

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

I peered even more closely at him. If you are a huge nerd like me – or even if you’re not – perhaps you’ve watched Game Of Thrones. If so, then you know who Tywin Lannister is. He’s the badass, grim, ‘totally lacking in empathy and the milk of human kindness’ patriarch of the Lannister clan. He is played by Charles Dance, who has a gravelly voice, dangerous eyes, stands about 6’ 3”, and is one of the sexiest men on the planet over age 60. This guy looked a lot like Charles Dance. Sounded a bit like him, too, without the British accent.

But no matter what I did, he still never saw me as worthy. Jack Lannister was a ruthless businessman—a man who made his enemies disappear without hesitation. He ruled through fear, controlling markets, silencing threats, and crushing anyone who stood in his way. He was a man feared by many, respected by all, but loved by no one. Not even me. Yet, even monsters grow old. Even the cruelest men cannot escape the grip of death.

Alex had exclaimed when we met face to face, "Who are you supposed to be?" "I'm Jon Snow,” said my husband straightening up to the maximum, "What are you supposed to be and why are you carrying those boxes on your legs?" "Because I'm Tyrion Lannister,” Alex snapped, pointing to a mark on his face, "The best character in Games of Thrones." Then I had witnessed one of the funniest and most absurd discussions. The truth is that now Milena didn’t want to take off her costume and wanted to dance and have everyone dance for her.