Viserra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Not once it fully awakens. I know that. So when the voices in my head started growing louder… when the beast started pushing harder— I realized eventually it would win and I’d become my father.” “And then?” Saeris asked quietly. His gaze drifted toward the shelves again. “Years passed,” he said. “Until I found one.” Her brow furrowed. “Taryn.” Vaelen nodded once. “It was during a feast in Direfell,” he said. “One of those endless political gatherings where everyone pretends they aren’t plotting something. She was among the women sent to warm my bed that night.” Saeris kept her face carefully neutral, even though something unpleasant twisted low in her stomach.

" so this is where the vamp sleeps, well it's creepy enough" Terry said as they strolled through the abandoned mansion. " hah I hope this one's a bit more reasonable " Jack sighed . " so you've come" a deep voice echoed out . "um..could we not go through this whole dramatic vapmire crap?" Jack said with a bored expression . " Hah you're such a kill joy ,a pleasure my name is Argust" . he said as he bowed

Vera was pained, and no matter how hard she tried to pretend like she didn’t care about what I said to her, the look on her face was there to gave her away. “You are not going to do anything, Selene. Caspian is mine and mine alone!” She double-dared me, and I didn’t think that I was ever ready to back down from a challenge. I chuckled softly and nodded. “Very well, then. Stick around, Vera. You are about to enjoy the show.” “I am going to tell Dario about this if you dare!” She tried to blackmail me, but for some reason, I was not willing to let her do that.

Her jaw clenched. A faint tremor ran through her hand. This wasn’t just exposure. This was control. Someone had built this narrative piece by piece. Another notification slid in. Then another. Like knives, one after another. "𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗜𝗟𝗧 𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗕𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡? 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗟𝗔 𝗦� �𝗔𝗥𝗞"

I don’t know who made the rules, but it has been that way for eons. “I, Tara Morgan, slave of Alpha King Ethan Ace, revoke my rejection of him as my mate.” Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. The blood from my mouth cut stained my tongue, with a metallic taste in my mouth that made my throat dry, a sickening reminder of the beating. Satisfied, Ethan released my hair with a push. Stars exploded in my vision as my ribs screamed in protest. “Get your worthless self out of my presence before I break your neck!”

Raised in silence, far beyond the eastern salt crags in a place called Brimvale. Hidden. Protected. Named. Aeris. And like Seren, she had been born marked. The Spiral, etched in faint silver just above her left shoulder. A mirror. A legacy. A burden. Vessa’s voice cracked when it came. “She’s my sister.” Her fingers curled around the edge of the scroll, knuckles white. “All this time.” Seren didn’t answer. There was no comfort to offer. Only the weight of truth, new and terrible.

Rhayghar followed her and continued, "I had the impression that you're Alpha Fenriz's mistress." "Just because you found me here after spending a night with you, I became a mistress. You have a very colorful imagination." Vera swung her head around to give him a loathing glare. Rhayghar faltered back as sparks erupted in his body from that glare, lighting a fire through every vein and every bit of pulsing blood in his body. He inwardly smiled because that glare was supposed to make him uneasy but he was turned on. "What else was I supposed to think then— That you were taken?" He said.

“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

Vireya's POV We lay tangled in the quiet hush of the tent, warmth from the dying fire casting soft shadows on the canvas walls. My head rested on Zevarion’s chest, rising and falling with each of his breaths as I whispered stories of the Syrakai Wilds, and the sacred Living Book. His hand stilled on my back, fingers brushing slow, grounding circles. “I’m sorry you had to witness something so breathtaking,” he murmured, “only to watch it crumble right in front of you.”

And, I was very confused to meet them. "It was okay. Who are you two though?" I asked as Rayene came and stood beside me with our little kitten shivering between the four of us. The girl in green smiled as she bowed and continued, "I'm Duke Teris's daughter, Valerie Adervent, Your Majesty." "And, I'm the wife of Archmage Devin, Erina, Your Majesty." "Wait, Teris has a daughter my age!?" I was shook from inside. Like, he didn't look any older than Daniel or anyone else. Then how did he end up having a daughter of my age.