Viserra Targaryen Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

I can only walk a couple of steps away from the bed before it strains. Crap. I can't even reach the window. Xaveraq took Valencia’s form to trick me into following him into the forest, so he could kidnap me without anyone seeing. That means no one knows what happened to me, but they must know that I'm gone by now. Oh, shit, what would Theon think? He must be devastated. I remember what the devil told me had transpired in the castle. According to him, Theon was once again the Alpha King, and Farris and Elias were...

Especially if the alpha is a D'Arvenzi. " My name is Vera, Lucien's fiancee.... or now Ex" She laughs softly, her smile bitter. “ And The only thing I regret is that I ever believed he was strong enough to resist a pretty face.” Her blood-bound warrior shadows moved as she did, following her silently. “Enjoy your stolen crown,” she said at last, stepping back toward the door. “He’ll see the truth soon enough. And when he does? I’ll still be here.” Before I knew it, she was gone.

Serge questioned the situation but I was too focused on the mental scenes that were playing in my head like a video recording. The first scene I saw was that of an argument between Haera and me. It pained me to see her walking out of my life with two people that I instantly recognized as the Alpha and Luna of the moonstone pack. Were they taking her back? but she was wearing a dress fit for a princess. Princess? Princess Ilvira... I became confused again because I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to be mated to Princess Ilvira, not Haera. She was supposed to be a gift given to me upon my marriage to the Princess of the Moonstone Pack. 'Why are you thinking about that traitor? Don't y

But the young Targar raised his head proudly, cast his wild-cat glance on the assembly, and pulling open suddenly the clothes on his bosom, said, “Here are the eagles tattooed in blue. I am the son of Turhan Bey! I helped you defeat the Irtins, and this is how you repay me! I'm leaving!” he turned towards the door. Eva freed herself from the crowd, stopped near him. She was silent. “Ardun,” she said somehow. He turned and looked at her: “You will be mine, even if he likes it or not.” “I hope,” she whispered. He left the room.

“You did what?! Alex wouldn’t like this.” I nodded. “Hear me out.” She was already getting paranoid. She nodded. “Go on, I’m listening, even though I will never support the fact that you’re over meddling in these kids affairs– You have to understand that they are adults and can make decisions for themselves.” “Shit– hear me out, Vera.” I uttered. “This girl is a Thrones.” “What Thrones?” Vera asked, stepping closer to me. I shook my head. “The same Thrones. She is the late Alpha Throne’s only child.”

“She won’t even remember.” My vision blacked for a second. That filthy audacity. Rolex. Of course it was him. One of Zargov’s most pathetic lapdogs. Always high on arrogance, low on brains. The kind of guy who couldn’t get a woman unless she was unconscious. He's pathetic, he doesn't know how to unravel a woman…how to make her cry pleasurably and beg desperately. I didn’t bother knocking. I swung myself through the window like a fucking demon.

Walking out of the room dejectedly, I met Targon on the way. He had been avoiding me since Vera ordered me out of her sight. He gave me a nonchalant and piercing look as usual and took a few steps away. I grew angry and aimed a blow at him. But just like he was expecting it, he dodged out of the way and flipped me to the ground. "Fuck! We don't have time for this. Lift me up" I stretched out my arm but he ignored me. "Did you see Vera? I am searching for her… I can't seem to mind-link her either.

“She’s a half-breed.” “She is the daughter of Queen Amara and King Torin,” Vera says, fierce and proud. “Murdered by Valerius twenty years ago to stop the prophecy. Hidden for this exact reason. You will not touch her.” Barion’s crossbow wavers. “That’s a fairy tale.” “It’s truth,” Vera answers. “And I will die before I let you harm her .” Adrian’s breathing is ragged . “Ella, listen to them. Go.”

For some reason, the Vistolian shuddered, tried to tighten his lips, but his fangs protruding with needles prevented him. “The Valley of the Winds, Vik, there is now the army of Ereald, and with him Elena, Lyubava and Disa,” Yarsi forced out words with difficulty, his voice was hoarse, the taste of blood intensified. - Help them. The Vistolet stepped back slightly, shrugged his shoulders, wings folded behind his back appeared with sharp protrusions on both sides of his head. - How are you? - he asked. - You look like a dead man. “It’s fine,” Yarsi smiled involuntarily and felt something warm flow down his chin. - It doesn't matter.

While I was bleeding on the training grounds or studying late into the night, Maverick was partying and changing mistresses like pairs of gloves. Kings are made, not born. Maverick’s wolf, Nergal, was never a match for Tyr. Now, my brother twisted his face in rage, loathing the idea of trading the softness of his mistress's bed for the hardships of a war camp. But he had no choice. I moved through the hallway with incredible speed. For the first time in years, my heart beat with pure anticipation. A few more steps and I would see my angel again. “Claim her tonight”, Tyr roared impatiently.