Viserra Targaryen Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.

"Vasseria Aragon is Sara Emerson,” Verik’s dark voice echoes. “Yes, Myra, your mother was my sister. Don’t you get it, Myra? You’re a lycan, just like your mother, my own blood, and therefore, you’re one of us,” he says to Myra, who watches him in utter disbelief. Her knees wobbled; she would have fallen if she wasn’t settled halfway on the bed. As Verik watched, the strength in her body began to fade, her breathing growing harsher as she absorbed his words.

One of the men grabbed a plastic bucket, stepped forward, and threw a wave of freezing water directly into Vera’s face. Vera spluttered, her head thrashing as she choked on the water. "Argh! What the hell is your problem?" she screamed, blinking back the moisture. She wiped her eyes against her shoulder, her gaze finally landing on the man standing in front of her. Her jaw dropped, her breath catching in her throat. "You..." "So you recognize me," Ares murmured. He walked over, grabbing her chin tightly in his gloved hand and forcing her face upward. "Who do you think you are, targeting my wife? Do you have any idea how easily I can burn your family's entire network to the ground?"

He answered. “I didn’t expect that Rayven’s incarnation would have Elhasan blood…” Vira muttered. “And the princess’s incarnation, too… this is fate.” She said. Raeyan declined to comment. He doesn’t believe in fate, but he also doesn’t want to offend her. “Why didn’t you try calling for me earlier?” he asked, changing the topic. “We can still hold on…” Vira answered, but then suddenly coughed. Yris started and immediately went to use his powers to treat Vira.

Valeria’s POV My heart is in my throat now. I don’t know what to do or say. Ares is looming above me with a sly grin, his eyes flashing with excitement as he stares at me. I want to pass out right here and now, especially since my body is begging for him to continue. And as though things can’t get worse, he whispers, “Close your eyes and hold out your hand.” “Ares,” I say in a half-breathy, half-needy voice that I hate.

I drop back to the ground, my body refuses to listen, I'm too weak. He’s coming again. I can feel it before I see him. Then his hand is on me again, dragging me up like I’m nothing more than something he found on the ground. His grip shifts to my neck. My breath catches instantly. His fingers tighten, cutting off air. “Please… Alpha Aiden…” My hands claw weakly at his wrist, my voice breaking apart. “It’s me… Vera… please—don’t…” But his grip only tightens, the world starts to tilt, the edges blur as the air won’t come.

Valeria hissed. Her voice was vibrating with a deeply offended, untouchable aristocratic rage. She violently tore her wrist out of my crushing grip, her silver eyes flashing like literal daggers. "You are completely, irrevocably out of your goddamn mind, Kaelen. Your pathetic obsession with a phantom has finally driven you into a state of absolute, clinical delusion." I bared my fangs, my jaw ticking as my hand hovered near my stinging cheek. "That wasn't a delusion. I felt the spark. The exact, molecular physical frequency—"

Asteria D´Angelo Today was a tedious day, and even when I was helping Vicky with victims and reports, I couldn't help but wonder what was happening with my mate. He has been weary, a little detached, and certainly not talking about how things are going in the Vampire realm. Of course, after I took the girls shopping and enrolled them in therapy, I discovered that King Sergei had gone rogue with how he was treating his people, and I could see how my mate, the future ruler, had everything against him.