Got Viserys Novels & Stories

This was where everything Veylor had whispered in his vision, everywhere he had talked of nightmares, everywhere he had cut himself in the flesh, all converged. I saw the First Wolves kneeling beneath a blood-red sky. I saw the Lannisters’ ancestors binding the King in chains of their own arrogance. I saw my mother, crying in silence. Kol standing defiant before the world’s hatred. Emory laughing as a boy. Elias bleeding for loyalty. All of it burned through me, rewriting what had been broken. The King clawed at me through Emory’s body, his voice rising in fury: “You are light born of shadow, you cannot exist without me!”

It was fear, curdled into something monstrous by nineteen years of practice, and she had just watched the one person she’d spent her whole life protecting nearly die because of the exact silence she’d kept. Kai’s eyes opened. Not far, not steady, but open, and they found me first, before Renata, before the wrecked room, before anything else, and something in his face when he saw me eased for a half second even through the pain, before it tightened again with the effort of speaking. “Elias.” His voice was wrecked, barely a breath. “Did he. Are you.” “I’m fine. You threw yourself in front of a bullet, you absolute idiot, I’m fine—”

Below her stretched a wasteland of ash and bone, and in the center stood herself. But not as she was. This version of Veyra wore armor laced with moonstone and obsidian, her white hair braided with threads of silver and blood. Her eyes—once warm—were cold as frozen rivers. Around her feet, a circle of bodies bled into the scorched earth. She recognized them all. Zarek. Zevi. Lioren. Rune. Dead. The Veyra of this vision knelt beside them, placing kisses to their brows before standing to face the storm. Fire raged in the skies. Wolves howled in agony. Nyros loomed above the horizon, his shadow stretching like a crown of smoke.

“He will come for you. He will try to destroy you before you can claim your throne.” "Wait!" I called out. "Tell me how I can stop them!" But the spirits were already disappearing, melting back into the shadows like they'd never been there. “You’re the only one who can protect the bloodline,” came one final whisper. And then they were gone. "My wounds are not healing, Val, please do something," Lysander called out my attention. I dropped to my knees beside him, my hands shaking as I looked at his wounds. They were rotting.

Scarlet couldn't catch a fucking break. The yearning I saw on her face...it reminded me of my own right after I'd lost my parents. That whole-body desire to be with someone again. To be known by that other person and to know that other person to the soles of your feet. "Gentlemen," I said as I stood. I put my own hands in the air. Everyone else joined me in submission. "What are a Prime Direct, seven shifters, a Valkyrie, and a null doing on Earth? Why weren't we alerted to your visit?" the bigger of the two men said as he stepped back from Taryk. Giving himself room to maneuver, I imagine.

She may have survived and done the impossible, but at the very cost of loosing herself. Eirene Water's died the day she was banished and thrown out of her pack, to be used and killed by wolves. And the girl that stood here. Was the mysterious leader of Rogues that no one has seen and the entire world was searching for since last 5 years. The protector of the weak. The thief everyone is asked to stay wary of. The person whose aura and name is enough to make wolves submit at her feet. She was the Viper. The very girl they banished to be left to die,yet who survived.

I listened. She stopped, wide-eyed, an expression of utter shock on her face as she she looked at the vial in his hand. She yanked it off with violence, screaming: “What are you doing, going through my purse?” What? Merilee had never screamed before. Why was she so angry that he found out? your vitamins? "I wasn't poking around at anything." I just hit her by accident and the bag fell... He stopped talking. She was vomiting and had resisted seeing the doctor. Women

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Dionysus and Kronos might side with us, but I don’t know the others well enough to say they’d take us at our word.” Jaw tight, I run through our options. “What if we search through Irving’s files. I didn’t see any of his Assassins, only that douchebag bodyguard. In fact, every time he has visited Brazil, his main Assassin, Voodoo, was on a mission. I met Voodoo years ago, and I got the impression that he wasn’t very happy with Irving. The man is as rigid as you can get.” Logan frowns. “I’m not familiar with Voodoo or his methods, but Phoenix might. I know that he worked with him on several occasions. As soon as we get to the safe house, I’ll ask him.”

Jes spoke out totally changing the topic. Amara, Rose and Troy were returning from the cafeteria after having lunch when suddenly Troy's phone rang. Both of the girls looked at him as he talked with the other person After a while he hanged up said byee in a hurry and left. When Amara and Rose tried to ask what happened he replied "Something urgent came up I have to go sorry guys" And he left. Amara and Rose were shocked but began to walk towards their locker. As Amara opened the locker a Yellow rose dropped on the floor with a small note.

the messenger said, introducing his purpose and identity. "Proceed." "To Lady Serina, I am dishearten to announce the fall of our trusted herald and our great and loyal knight, Sir Thomas Hansen during an unexpected encounter with a horde of varmints lead by a chimera on the Brassland Canyon. The rest of the details regarding this calamitous matter, I would like to personally discuss with you. For now, we have successfully made it to the Marfiande palace and already had a proper talk with his royal Highness.