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But, since Lovis didn’t have any malicious intent towards Phyros and Vermeil, this Lovis successfully recalled Vermeil’s soul back to his (Vermeil) body while safely sent Phyros’s soul back to where it came from before he possessed Vermeil’s body. “I have raised Vis alone ever since I started to remember…” Vira spoke. “I always told him to not dabble in dark arts, and I also took away anything that was related to the dark arts. But – “ she heaved a sigh and closed her eyes, feeling very sad. “ – he still managed to learn it. I don’t know how and where he learned it. Maybe this might be fate, but I don’t want this to happen to Vis.” She said and looked at her younger brother who fell from mid

A war queen she was. “She was here,” I said, my gaze desperately searching for her. I know she's around, just using her strength to mask her scent and blend into nature. “But where did she go?” Jarvis frowned, confused. A smirk curved against my lips; she's here, looking for us for sure, just not coming out. ‘Fuck! She's here! I can feel her!’ Czer howled joyously. “She has killed them all.” Jarvis smirked, “No wonder.” As his father had fought beside me, Jarvis is well aware of Daenerys since the beginning. He is like a little brother I never had.

The battle had begun. Valerius stood over Cerys’s corpse, his fangs bared, blood still dripping from his hand. “You will regret ever touching her.” With a roar, he launched himself into the fray, his movements a blur of speed and brutal power. He tore through the first two cultists with his bare hands, a predator unleashed.

“Tyrion is dead, Mom” My stomach dropped as I said it. She was shaking now, her breaths shallow, panicked. The realization that Tyrion was dead hurt her, but as a matter of urgency, she had to ignore it entirely because our current situation was far more dire. "He’s not chasing them... Osiris is here." She said finally.

The twisted creature collapsed to the ground in a grotesque, broken heap, its crimson eyes fading to a dull, lifeless red. Visaris staggered back, each breath a ragged gasp as his form shifted, fur receding to reveal blood-stained skin and bruised flesh. He swayed, his vision dimming as his eyes met mine, a flicker of relief in his exhausted gaze. But before I could react, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor, unconscious, leaving a haunting silence in the blood-soaked chamber. “Visaris!” Panic clawed at me, and I struggled against the paralysis still holding me captive. No, please no. I couldn’t lose him now, not after everything. I tore pieces of my dress, pressing them against

I froze. Lucas swore softly behind me. We all knew how it went down with Valis. Valis was a name I hadn’t heard since I sent him away. Many believed he was dead, but I knew better that he took refuge in Ardan's territory, and Ardan cared for him. A man whose magic twisted souls and skin alike. I’d cast him out for crimes so horrific they still haunted dreams of old soldiers. “He’s working with Rhaegal?” I asked. Odessa nodded once. “Or for him,”

It had been Davos who had made the journey to Lys to recruit the old rogue to Lord Stannis's cause. "You did not see the gods burn, my lord?" he asked. "The red priests have a great temple on Lys. Always they are burning this and burning that, crying out to their R'hllor. They bore me with their fires. Soon they will bore King Stannis too, it is to be hoped." He seemed utterly unconcerned that someone might overhear him, eating his grapes and dribbling the seeds out onto his lip, flicking them off with a finger. "My Bird of a Thousand Colors came in yesterday, good ser. She is not a warship, no, but a trader, and she paid a call on King's Landing. Are you sure you will not have a grape? Chil

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.

I then tried to reflect on what happened and yes, I remembered he sucked my blood, I hissed, the thought was ugly, and I rushed to the toilet: I kept on vomiting whenever I remember him eating those human parts. I stood up and then I received a message from one of his guards that I would be accompanying lord Darius to the Kingdom of Westeros and I should get ready. Honestly, I have always wanted to know why he always went to Westeros, I had so many ideas in my head, and I thought maybe there was a secret path he took that always led him to somewhere else. I could not bear being beaten up so I had to dress up quickly and got out. I went to meet him and even though I had tried my best to look