Daemon Targaryen Visions Novels & Stories

Arizer asks as he holds my arm "Well I am having a little bit of trouble with my vision." "What do you mean trouble with your vision." "Well it started off as just blurry with black spots and now I can't see anything I am completely blind." "Did you use any magic in the cave?" "Not on purpose, but my wolf night vision was technically working, but I don't know how to turn that off, it just happends automatically." "Well that might be why your eyes are what are affected." Arizer said to me

It was a miracle that this went on for three years before someone found out. Jade sat upright on the bed, it was yet another vision she had. When the visions started occurring, she thought she was dreaming until she figured out she wasn't because she recognised Darius, even though he appeared young in the visions she had. Jade found out later that these visions were memories of Darius', which she was having due to him having given her his blood when she was injured, and supposedly vampire soulmates can see each other's memories unless the other person intentionally blocks out. She never mentioned the visions she was having to Darius, she felt guilt inside as she was seeing his not-so-pleasan

Drystan, the Crown Prince, was surrounded by another party of rebels, led by Edgar. "You have lost, Your Highness." Drystan gritted his teeth and frowned as he attempted to form his fire element, but he was taken aback when nothing came out of it. "H-how..." His eyes trembled in disbelief as he looked at his arm. "It's exactly what I stated." With his sword in hand, Edgar took a step forward, his gaze deadly as he glared into Drystan's crimson eyes. "You have lost." Drystan continued, pointing the blade directly in front of his eyes while he shivered in fear.

“My visions have started since I moved here to Salvatore Hills. And Joe and Julio, their disappearance was why I was sent here. What if I’m just playing a part in their diabolical plan, Elijah? Is there really a way I could escape my fate?” He forced me to meet his eyes. “Listen to me, Rory. Yes, that’s possible, but they don’t have the ability of sight like you do. No matter how powerful they are, we won’t go down without a fight, I assure you that.” He kissed my forehead. “You have the ability to see who Tauri is. And about the spy, Greco is not the only one who planned things ahead of time. I also have people inside the castle waiting for my instructions.”

she replied and pointed her finger straight at Draco… It would be a white lie if I say I was shocked, neither was Albert but Tara…she…she looked little shaken with this new piece of information that was thrown in her face by her mother, Tara kept her eyes at Draco and then budge it on me…it looked as if she was waiting for me to deny her mother accusation but honestly I wasn’t willing to lie…. because there was no way one can lie in front of soothsayer… they predict future…. thing that they see can and cannot happen…it is part of destiny but everything that they see is true….it is like their third omen eye which allow them to see real form of any human…and here it was Draco….she saw his real

She drank de 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 Thron

Angular features, a faint scar carving lines into his temple, silver threading through black hair, bronze eyes glinting with draconic fire. He knelt. Lyra’s breath caught. He felt my command two nights ago, Vaelrion rumbled. Tharok Virex—my second. My blade. In the vision, Tharok bowed his head. “My prince,” he said, voice ragged with distance, “it is true, then. You have found her.” The fire blazed higher. Vaelrion’s hand settled at Lyra’s back, anchoring her. Yes. Tharok’s gaze lifted, fixing on Lyra. Recognition—and something that felt like reverence—flowed across his face. He bowed deeper.

The dragons spoke in unison, "Death to the dragon slayer!" A strong storm is upon them and no one can flee. Lyanna's visions are finally turning into an actuality. Fire and blood. Chaos is upon them all but little does she know that it wasn't Arthur who's going to be causing all this- it's her. The color of the fire has always been blue. It's always been her.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

She watched through eyes brimming with tears. And yet upon the merging of her past and present selves, bits of new information were rushing in and mixing with what was established fact. As she watched the red Slayers cut down her father, Aki caught a glimpse of something that glinted on a red armor with carapace-like segments. The wearer of this particular armor was supposedly Tamerlane, the fearsome leader of the group. Aki tried to focus all her mental powers on him but it wasn’t easy. The Divination Spell was starting to slip out of her control.