Daemon Targaryen Visions Novels & Stories

A lump formed in Elior’s throat. This was it. The answer. The way to break fate’s hold. He took a slow step forward, eyes locked on the throne. The Veilblade pulsed at his side, sensing his resolve. The First King’s voice was the last thing he heard before the vision faded. “Do not hesitate, Harbinger. Or you will become me.” The ruins of Dawnfire returned. The throne stood before him once more, waiting. Elior inhaled sharply and turned to his companions.

The symbol etched at the top of the scroll matched the one Rowan had begun drawing in the dirt with sticks. “It’s the Eye of Thrones,” Maelis whispered. “An ancient deity of balance and judgment. Banned. Buried. Forgotten.” “But not gone,” another elder added. “The prophecy didn’t end with the Red Moon. It *opened* something.” That night, Aria had the dream again. Only this time, she wasn’t alone. She walked through the charred forest, bare feet leaving prints in the ash. A heartbeat echoed through the air slow, steady, ancient. Beneath her, the ground cracked, and a whisper rose from the depths:

Gray eyes were wide and terrified, lifted up toward the moonlight. He was shivering, but not from the cold. From the fear. It belonged to me as much as it belonged to him. Some instinct that went beyond the bounds of my memories wanted to pull him close and tell him it would be alright even though I didn’t know what “it” even was. But I couldn’t move. The vision held me there, watching those gray eyes slowly lower, until they met mine. Damon. Before I could register what was happening, Damon pulled back, our lips parting, and it was gone. The vision, the feeling of his lips on mine, the strange familiarity in my chest, the sensation of a phantom heartbeat humming behind a ribcage that had ne

Tyr’s eyes had turned blood red as he gazed up at the void, and a blood red glow burst from them! “Tyrannical vitality energy!” With a loud roar, Tyr’s body exploded with vitality energy like a vast sea. “Bloody Spell!” A huge bloody vortex appeared on top of Tyr’s head. “The round moon rises up on the sea and white roses take shape with a thought!” Concurrently, a huge vision appeared above Tyr’s head. The sea was surging in the void and there stood a great number of heavenly buildings. Besides that, there was a loud dragon roar that came from Tyr’s mouth. The black dragon tattoo on his chest seemed to have come alive at this time. Tyr had used the unique skills of the four books to the ful

She would usually go through with every dare, and had a pretty hot streak going. "Becky the daredevil!" Steve chanted excitedly. That was her name, and she was proud of it. Steve looked at Becca and Demitri, smirking. He then whispered something into Kendra's ear. Kendra laughed and Becca started regretting her choice.

“A bad omen. No! That won't happen, my lord. Is it a wolf? A human? I am sure that lady isn't from our race.” “I do not know in what race she belongs. I did not see. I don't care. She won't be able to realize that vision.” Hodor wasn't giving assurance to Vamoire; he is assuring himself that whatever is in his vision will fail. Something as horrible as that should not be written on history. As to how the lady seemed to overcome the vampires on that bloody vision, Hodor cannot seize the reasons. “Just give your command, my lord, and I shall do whatever it takes to stop that vision.”

"I believe the tapestry you had seen was the original that had been spoken about in that book. I did my best but I could not find the tapestry, but if you could bring me the History Book then I would be able to do a little more" I inhaled deeply, my lips parted in shock and my mind reeling from all the new information. It was all so overwhelming and unbelievable, how was I to save Bludhäven from this dark, formidable beast when I was unable to even kill the littlest rodents. How? And what about Darius? "What about Da-The King, was he not in any of your visions?" Feat creeped into my bones as I watched his face fall, "Unfortunately he was not"

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Hold on, Tessa, I’m coming.” The soft down pillow he rested his head on was drenched in his sweat, and he sat up, gasping for breath. “What the fuck was that?” Throwing off his blankets, he stumbled from the bed as the quick knock came to his door. “Come in.” King Daniel opened the door and pushed his black hair off his forehead as Haldir threw his things into his bag of holding. “Tessa…” “I know.” Haldir stopped and breathed hard as he recalled the vision and prayed it was wrong. “Did I see what I think I did?”

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

I know they didn’t know our identities but knowing our job, I don’t want to risk it. “Yes Dad.” I answered. “Son, either you’re Renzo or Se7en, I know you can decide for what is the best.” Dad continued. “Okay.” I said before I hanged up. I sighed and looked at Ayla again. I approached her and sat on the edge of the bed. “Saranghe Jagiya.” I whispered and kissed her forehead. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - YOSEF “THE COMMAND IS CLEAR. GET THE TARGET ALIVE.”