Viserra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

TARA “Stop manipulating our father to return your titles and job. That’s not gonna happen, and if I become a king, I’ll make sure you won’t step into Serevian soil ever again. You’re a disgrace to Serevia, you ungrateful shrew!”

She screamed and pushed me a little to walk ahead of me. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. I had to cool down. Anger was going to make me weak. I needed the aggression and determination for the actual competition. I had another reason to give my best. To show Ava that blood wasn't only factor in deciding who gets to the powerful position. Outside the ladies's chamber, our mates were waiting for us. Alpha Tyrion looked so devilishly handsome in his silver blue armour and a huge sword. He took my hand in his and planted a kiss on the back of my palm.

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."

Their faith in the man who raised them was fading. Valerian arrived late, as always, not because of arrogance but because he knew how to make an entrance. His black and crimson armor glinted in the twilight, his long coat flapping in the wind. Nivera walked beside him, her silver hair catching the last traces of sunlight. Her expression was unreadable, but her presence by Valerian’s side was a clear signal: she was coming too. And not just as his wife, but as something more. The sea called to her blood. Whatever Maeron was, however powerful he claimed to be, Nivera had her own legacy born of tide and magic. If Serena was being held across the sea, she would be the compass that guided them.

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 drank de Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thron

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.

"And I'm the one who raised Lyanna. I'm the one who told her the truth about her birthright. I'm the one who brought her here to claim what's rightfully hers." "Vivian had a daughter?" Catherine breathes in shock. "Vivian had many secrets," Vera says coldly. "Including me. She sent me away as a child to train with dark magic practitioners. When I returned, she was already plotting to control the prophecy through Lyanna. After my mother's death, I continued her work." "So Lyanna is your weapon," I say. "Your way to control the throne through bloodline." "Lyanna is no weapon!" Vera snaps. "She's the true heir, and she'll make a better Supreme Alpha than you ever could. She's not weakened by lo

I said, "I'm glad this day was ruined. I'm glad every chance you and your family thought you had to destroy me is gone.” He was taken aback, as if shocked by how I had discovered the truth. "What nonsense do you speak of?" “Diana wasn't really destined to end my curse, Vera was,” I said, letting the name land between us like a stone. "Who the hell is Vera?” Mr Tari asked, confusion etched in his voice. "And I'm certain you all also lied about Diana's identity, and the supposed curse you said she had—I wouldn't be surprised if that was also fabricated.”