Viserra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

And something on the other side opened its eyes. Something ancient. Something that had been waiting for me. For a thousand years. Maybe longer. I stood. My fear disappeared. Because whatever was waiting for me— I was no longer the woman who had entered this mountain. I was Sera Blackthorn. Luna of the united packs. Mate of Draven. And whatever this place wanted from me... It was going to have to fight for it. I stepped through the fire. And the door closed behind me.

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.

“The moment she said she did not want me to have any rights, I wanted to stand up and say I was an idiot. I wanted to say she was right. Val, you do what you want. I am done pretending I do not know what I feel. I miss her. I want her back. I want my son back. And if you and Blake do not care about the other children, then I will have three kids instead of one.” Valerian went quiet for half a second, but Xen did not let him speak. “I understand now why Belinda was losing her mind over this for five months. Vera is the one for me, and you know she is the one for you too. I bet Blake knows it even better than us because he is a doctor who spent his entire life studying mental instability, bloo

“What is it?” She licked her lips. “If I always confront you first, will you promise to have nothing to do with her?” “Something like what? She has a lover, and we are engaged. Now tell me what I will do with her.” Tyrion faced her again. “You think it's easy to break a childhood bond? If it is, then tell Elvis to avoid you, and you avoid him too….” he snatched his arm away from Ava and stepped down from the veranda.

"She's a ghost. And you dragged a ghost into our house." The table was quiet. Felt the weight of it. Five pairs of eyes doing math. Varek's hands tightened on the back of the chair. The leather creaked. "She's my wife," Varek said. "My blood covers her. That's all this table needs." "Is it?" Syris smiled again. "Because what I hear from Sector Four is that you bought a girl to cover a debt. That she's not a wife. She's a prop." He looked at me. "No offense."

Yet Valkira was standing in front of them, calling them losers like they were nothing. Taros stepped forward, his boot crunching over a piece of broken crystal. His face reddened as his fangs came out. "So, you're Valkira?" he spat. "The one who messed with my family's business?" He stepped closer, his voice low as he stared her down. “I’ve heard a lot about you. The dead princess who crawled back from the ocean. The woman who thinks she can challenge the great packs and get away with it.”

A Cyborg. A Femme Fatale (Male). And the Architect. "Altair," Vespera commanded. "Open the door." "Opening Rift to Dimension X-9," Altair said, hitting the enter key. The violet tear in reality ripped open again. This time, it showed the golden, opulent throne room of the Emperor. "Let's go," Modern Vespera said, stepping toward the void. "We have a sister to save." "And a Lysander to kill," Fantasy Vespera added, stepping through with a roar of magical fire.