Got Viserys Novels & Stories

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.

As we came to the center where the heir’s army once stood, Raven began to growl, as the ashes began to move dead center in front of us. Raising my hands, I waited for whoever survived the surge of power to show themselves, as fear hit me that it could very well be the heir. But as multiple bodies began to rise from the ashes, I realized that it wasn’t the heir, but Joffrey and his greatest grandfather, along with Mr. Thomas and some of the vampires from the city.

For some reason, the Vistolian shuddered, tried to tighten his lips, but his fangs protruding with needles prevented him. “The Valley of the Winds, Vik, there is now the army of Ereald, and with him Elena, Lyubava and Disa,” Yarsi forced out words with difficulty, his voice was hoarse, the taste of blood intensified. - Help them. The Vistolet stepped back slightly, shrugged his shoulders, wings folded behind his back appeared with sharp protrusions on both sides of his head. - How are you? - he asked. - You look like a dead man. “It’s fine,” Yarsi smiled involuntarily and felt something warm flow down his chin. - It doesn't matter.

“I’m not going to kill him, Darius. I’m going to remind him. Remind him who I was. Who I am. I want him to look me in the eye and remember. And then I want him to fear.” As she turned toward the mirror to fix her lipstick, Darius added in a low voice, “You said you’d call in someone worse than Kain.” “I will,” Valeria murmured. “Someone even I fear. He’s not a mercenary. He’s a phantom. They call him Wraith. He disappears like smoke and leaves only death behind. He owes me a favor.” Darius tilted his head. “And Bain?” “He won’t see it coming.” Later that evening…

The man was familiar, and it didn't take up to five seconds to remember where I had seen his face - he was Diego's Maester, but the woman was still unrecognizable but I could guess that she was his spouse or something related. She went over to the man and placed her palm on his forehead. " Donaerys Mcman is a true born vampire, he shares the same ancestry with you, and you have known him all your life", she said with her eyes closed, " and that goes for everyone in this building", she said, spreading her hands and bringing them together again as if she was hugging an imaginary someone as the ball of something she had used earlier reappeared in her hand. She let go of her hand and the thing d

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

«Valerys Winthrope? The mad warrior? The killer with a whisper? The beast with a face like a broken mountain?» I can't breath. My knees nearly buckle. My eyes shoot toward Father, toward Master Aldrien. Their faces say it all. They look frozen, pale and horrified. This wasn’t part of the plan. This was never meant to happen. Everyone knows who Valerys Winthrope is, but no one expected this. Deep inside me, I'm scared to the core. Scared than I could ever be. I know...I just know... This fight could be the end of me.

Seraphina’s POV Aric lifted his gaze to look at Lazaro, who now stood behind me. “What is it about the death of my mother that I should mention to my wife?” Lazaro continued, his tone menacing, and I slowly turned around to see that his eyes were filled with murderous rage. Aric scoffed, walking over to where Lazaro stood. “I was just having a light-hearted conversation with Ms. Seraphina, over here, Lazaro. You really should calm your hor—“

The same obsidian glass from the vision chamber. “I stole this from Morwen,” he said. “It showed me the final truth. The spell doesn’t require his death. Just the bloodline’s.” “Which is the same thing,” Elara hissed. “No,” Rhys said. “Because I have his blood too.” Silence fell, all were calm and cold to his words. Lerder’s jaw tightened. “You’re lying.” “No,” Rhys said. “You and I… we’re kin. Distant. But the blood matches.”

"Don't you dare touch her," Kevin's voice echoed from behind me, his sword dripping with blood. Lucifer laughed mockingly. "I have taken away her powers, so you can have her. She's useless now," he said, dropping me on the floor, and I felt as if all my bones had broken. Weakness consumed me, and I sensed something vital had been taken away. Kevin helped me to my feet, and I gazed at the others, noticing concern written all over their faces. June walked up to me, scrutinizing me as if I had something on my face.