Daemon Targaryen Visions Novels & Stories

For my mother's justice, for Drake's injuries, and for myself—I will collect everything you owe me. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, reflecting on everything that had brought me to this moment. This second life had been full of constant danger, yet I was no longer alone, helpless, or dying in a cold warehouse like in my past life. I was surrounded by the people I loved, backed by an invincible legacy. No matter how perilous this final battle would be, I was ready to see it through to the absolute end. Valdez thought he could hide in international waters. He thought my deep love and concern for Drake would break my spirit. But all he had done was unleash the

came the despair-filled whisper of the little one as she stopped in front of Mavery, tears running down that emotion-filled face. “I wanted to give you my greatest treasure, pet. No one else could care for it like you,” Mavery said. “What is it?” the little one asked. He felt his eyebrows lift as Mavery turned looking his way. The little one did the same, and he was finally able to see her eyes. Lavender— a deep purple he had never seen on a human before, marking her as a half-breed like Mavery. “Dius. Will you care for him... will you be his familiar and save us all from despair, pet?” Mavery said.

“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?”

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

It started to appear to me like bits of images. I saw darkness, darkness spreading over land. Darkness that devoursight. Glyphs etched into flesh and stone, throbbing with energy that made my gut twist. And blood. Oh, so much blood. "Aria!" Morwyn's voice sounded as though it came from a great distance. The visions intensified, fragmenting into detached flashes more vivid than reality. I saw our valley burning, smoke seething upwards into a blood-red sky. I saw faces I recognized twisted in pain and terror. I saw Magnus's stronghold with its walls shattered and breached.

“If you cannot claim your dragon in the way our laws have prescribed, I’d say that you aren’t worthy of them. But that’s why we’re here, isn’t it. We need to come to some sort of agreement about how dragons will be claimed.” “I don’t see that there’s anything more to discuss here,” Ilvisar snarls, glaring at Kenna. He obviously didn't know that his son and half his troupe had been incinerated. “Careful, Ilvisar,” I say, my voice becoming icy. “You already have two fire dragons, one earth dragon, and a royal elf who are angry with you. I would suggest that you not add more fuel to that fire. I doubt you’d survive it. Aratan didn’t,” I say.

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

' My tears trickled onto the damp sand from the corners of my eyes. Leon didn't budge. He continued to grip my neck of lying beneath him, pressing down tightly. In those final seconds, as my vision began to blur, the world shrank into dark dots. I saw Leon's expression and cursed him one last breath. "I s-swear, I will be h-haunting you ... fo-forever ... and d-dragging you to h-hell, F-Fu*king Alphaaa …." Leon Vareth, the Alpha of the Targarion Pack, stared at me coldly, cruelly, and with a murderous intent, without hesitation, and without mercy.

I said to him and waved him away without even looking at him. I heard my door close gently and I focused on sorting out the documents I needed for my meeting with the elders. Everyone had seen the light and no one knew what fate awaited the packs. I didn't know what to think seeing that the silver wolf has just been confirmed but he has been sending me threats for months now to announce his presence. It was the only explanation for the murder of Arya and my lady Willow. My heart still broke when I thought of the old woman who had placed her life on the line for mine.