Viserra Targaryen Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

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.

Vida cried this time, unable to hold back the sorrow that had been building like a bomb inside her. “You should go home, Vergil.” Tessa said, trying gamely to ignore her crying best friend, “I saw war happening there. It seems I have been cursed with the gift of seeing these evil visions.” “Colter told me he loves me!” Vida interrupted, and Vergil looked at her in disbelief, remembering the rules that had been created by the kingdom since time immemorial. But as he said, he was Colter’s friend first. He put this aside and focused on finding the missing prince first.

Unless they were specifically invited. Mariah had only gotten to see them all together one time, and that was a week ago. It was Vasilios' nineteenth-thousandth birthday, and Alaric held a small party for him, to which all the royal families, as well as the dragon lords, were invited. It was also at that party that everyone started calling her his lover, since Alaric had let her sit beside him instead of Iris as usual. Iris had tried to throw a tantrum, but Alaric had told her then, in the presence of everyone, that her service was no longer needed and that when she found her mate, he would be sure to pay a hefty dowry for her.

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 scrutinized it further to see where his attention was focused. "What is she saying?" Ares's whispered inquiry to the young woman made him swallow hard, and he turned back to Sid, who was watching them. "I want to say it, but I can't; you wouldn't understand," Vera said, tightening her grip on Ares' hand. "My son Tirso died because of you, so I will never let you get away!" Sid shouted, which made Verania's gaze turn towards him. "If you're going to kill him, you'll have to deal with me first!" A brave monologue from the young woman that signaled to several armed men around to laugh.

Xevia felt a sudden sadness as she realized that this could be the first and last meeting with her former lover. "What do you mean? Don't you want to see me again?" asked Alarick. "Of course, I really want to see you again, but-" Xevia looked down, her eyes glued to the floor. "Do you intend to spend the rest of your life with your blind mate? Are you willing for our future child to recognize that cruel Rogue as his father?" Xevia closed her eyes, shaking her head several times. "No, Alarick, no, I won't." Xevia- with teary eyes looked at Alarick, the man nodded slowly and said, "so you know what you have to do?" Alarick grinned.

With each insult, I despised my existence even more, unsure of who I truly was. Vera appeared to me for the first time in the jungle right after the bride's welcome and soul connection ceremony of Lady Sansa and Alpha Xavier. I sought sanctuary in the woods, away from the mountain where the ceremony was taking place since I was terrified of what she may do to others. But Vera tracked me down and revealed her plan. She was on a mission and needed access to complete it. Vera told me. "I'm here to finish my mission; you must grant me access so that I can achieve my goals."

I whispered, the name dredging up memories I had spent almost a year trying to bury. Visaris stood abruptly, the power in his movement filling the room. “This is an insult of the highest order! To accuse my mate, my Queen, of such baseless crimes and to demand her like a common fugitive? They will rue the day they dared to challenge me.” “Visaris.” I placed a hand on his arm, trying to calm him, but his anger was a wildfire, untamed and relentless.

She wraps her arms around him, her hands gripping onto his shirt like she’s going to refuse to let go of him and I realize just how scared Tesha is for him. Everett looks at me, frowning. I shrug. Obviously my pep talk did nothing. Yhendorn is watching closely, his head tilted to the side. “Fenian, who is your friend?” he asks. Fenian pulls pack, kissing Tesha softly before addressing Yhendorn. “My King, this is my mate, Tesha. She and I have been spending time together, getting to know one another.” Yhendorn sniffs the air. “You’re a hybrid?” he asks Tesha.