Viserra Targaryen Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

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.

“Against your father… against Serrano… against Elvira and all the powerful men who want to bury the truth?” Theron leaned down, pressing a fierce, possessive kiss to my forehead. “I don’t just think it, Raven. I know it. Because I have the one thing none of them have. I have you. You are the heir to Villareal. You are the keeper of the truth. And you are the woman I would burn the world to protect.” He pulled away reluctantly, heading for the door… but paused, looking back with an expression equal parts lover, protector, warrior.

Arlo quickly reminded him, "Gramps, did you forget about Vera Lavor? Lady Griffin is still looking for her, and her mysterious foe could be one of Vera's people!" Tarlon blurted out, "Vera can't kill a chicken even if her life depended on it—she's only immortal thanks to her father, and she has been spending her whole life running! How could she have trained such a formidable warrior?!"

Even if uncle Darius is not a good person, he will always be her sibling and that is a bond that will never break. "Since you dared to walk here yourself, I assume you already know you won't be leaving here alive?" Rafael snapped at Vespera hatefully. "Lad, let's get this over with," A smile tugged at Vespera's lips as she acted quickly and raised her fingers. Screams erupt as a large, dark goblet is sent our way. "Not today," Queen Vera hissed a surprisingly steady voice as she counterattacked Vespera's spell with one of our own.

“Try.” I stop fighting, sag against him. Blood smears on my shirt. His blood. Viktor’s blood. Everything’s blood now. “I heard her,” I whisper. “She called me a child bride. A phase.” “You’re not.” “Then what am I?” “Mine.” I cry into his chest as he holds me. What sort of syndrome is this I think.

Antares Pov “Shit” I cursed. “I told you forcing a shift won't end well” Aragon, my dragon complained. “I didn't see you come up with a better option” I shot back at him. “So what do we do about this? We need to get her back to her mate and I need to talk to her, Vega is growing more powerful” “I know Aragon, let me think. Eros won't be exactly welcoming to see his mate’s ex-fiance bring her back, especially in such a state” I replied, running my eyes over her battered body.

I say as I slowly pull back. Valeria looks at me with fear in her eyes, “Izzy, what are you about to do?” “I, Isolde Laurier, against the will of Goddess Zarseti, reject you, Valeria Cabrera as my animai,” I sob. “Isolde, no!” Alaric shouts in horror.

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

He could stick the ring up in his ass; I would find another way to fight against that witch. Damara followed his father, acting as a betrayed fiancée. "Alpha Tyrion!" she cried, and I instantly felt Aria's body stiffen in my arms. "How can you kiss another woman in front of me?!" Damara showed her theatrical tears to everyone but me as if she was in a hurry to find compassion and support.

I wondered how much alike in appearance they were. “Greetings, Mage Verstarjen,” Tarragon called up at him, her voice giving no sign of intimidation. “I am Princess Tarragon, heir to Queen Diandreliera and King Valsaurienkachelial taradrakyn. You are expecting us, and we are assured of your hospitality whilst we rest before beginning our descent on the other side.”