Daemon Targaryen Visions Novels & Stories

“Esta bien. (It’s ok.)” “He’s right, Merry,” Hakeem says, gripping her shoulder. “Move on to the next vision. You can come back to it.” Meredith nods. “I saw Arya kneeling in a battlefield, crying. But I couldn’t see why.” Charlie, Zak, and I all gasp. “Why was she crying?” I demand. “Who was she crying over?” Visibly upset, Meredith shakes her head. “Like I said before, it went too fast. I couldn’t see. All I saw was her face and the battle raging behind her. Neither Devin nor Xander were there.”

She drank deep. Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thrones.

"I know you were born in the northern mountains, the son of a blacksmith and a healer. I know you lost your mother to the plague when you were twelve, and your father to the war when you were sixteen. I know you've killed more men than you can count, and that you carry their faces with you every night when you close your eyes." His jaw tightened. "Then you also know why I'm here." "The warlord Kael Blackthorn. He's raised an army at the eastern border. You want to know how to defeat him." "Yes." "Lie down," I said, gesturing to the fur-covered platform in the center of the room. "The vision will take hold of you. You may see things that frighten you. You may see things that confuse you. But

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

“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.

he said, his voice low, unreadable. “I didn’t mean to leave without telling you,” she said. “Raya came. She showed me something.” Kade turned slowly. “What did you see?” Aria hesitated. “A battle. Destruction. Me in armor. And someone else—” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “Not Damon,” she added quickly. “Someone… darker. I don’t know who he is, but he felt important. Dangerous.” Kade’s jaw tightened. “The visions are coming faster now. That means the convergence is near.”

Teresa held his hand and begged, “ Sir Robb, please just help us,” “ Teresa, I can't risk helping a Daemon, they are deceitful, blood-seeking bastards who want one thing and that is to destroy this world, the only thing they know how to do is kill ”Robb yelled, the Hybrid went on his knees and said,“ If you do see me as a deceitful, blood-seeking bastard, do behead me sir .” Amaria furrowed her eyebrows and glared at him,

She felt the pulse of the fortress beneath her feet, the lingering presence of those who had died there, and smelled the faint scent of incense that had not burned in centuries. “Every corner, every stone remembers,” she whispered. “They built their faith on bones and fear. And we will break it all.” The heart of the fortress opened suddenly, a cathedral of obsidian and bone. Torches flickered against murals depicting serpents entwined with eclipses, queens crowned in fire, and ancient sigils that vibrated with magic older than Vienna itself. On a raised dais, Valentina waited. Silver-white hair fell in perfect waves across her shoulders, her eyes molten gold, her posture absolute authority.

There was just something about him I couldn't pinpoint. Something scary. Something magnetic. Did I see him somewhere before? He is a Victor.... Did I see him on TV? Or maybe I was not a weak person, but, his look screamed crazy. I let out a shuddered breath that I didn't realize I was holding. There was just something about how he looked at me. It was, as if, he wanted to burn everything down. It made me suspect that he was one of those men. The men who liked to watch the world burn.

Dorian Thorn had dropped his glass, the red wine spilling across the polished floor like a pool of fresh blood. His face had completely drained of color, his jaw slack with unadulterated horror as he stared at the figure emerging from the smoke. ​He recognized the face. He recognized the eyes burning with amber fire. ​The boy they threw into the abyss had returned. And the gates were locked behind him.