Viserra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

But not scores that Thane had thought, only the one; and to Blaine's confusion, she happened to be the eldest of the Taroc siblings in line for her own throne: Vera. Blaine could only shake his head at this revelation and tried looking elsewhere for Rena. The way she had frozen earlier, made him fairly certain that she had recognized him even from the distance that there had been and even with his mask on. But he had missed Rena fainting after catching his eye and recognizing him in the crowd after all those years.

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

" Carl whispered before giving the last touch to the portrait. *********** "Master, 'His Majesty' had not returned to the kingdom for a long time. Meanwhile, Verada has also disappeared like the wind," Jerrif said looking at his master Harris Cliff. "Whatever, fuck them all. That Bastard king, the day he'll set foot on this kingdom, I will rip his head and that whore Verada she no longer needed," The Harris cliff went completely crazy at the frustration. He's having a bad time these days. First of all, Verada had disappeared then the newly created vampires are getting out of hand one by one. He could not keep his head straight when he saw that all his long-awaited plans were ruined in front

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.

But now things have changed. Her heart had shifted. Her desires had found a new home. And that home was Vyrelen, the Emperor’s right hand, the Nightweaver who walked in shadows and whispered to darkness. He was also different like Tharros. Wilder. Sharper. And dangerous like Tharros. She wanted him now, badly, and this time she wasn’t going to step back like she did with Tharros. She wouldn’t give up just because another woman stood beside him.

“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.

I turned to Vera and she nodded and sighed tiredly. “I will be right here.” *** (Tyrell) Blood sprayed from the cut in her throat and I took a step back and stared at her as she clawed at her throat. She tried to talk, but only sharp air came out as tears rolled down her eyes. “It is nothing personal, little lady. I truly adored your girth, your admiration for better, darker tastes. But you simply have to have a brain to become truly evil. You lack that. A brain.” I made sure to cut her throat too deep for her dragon to try and heal this shit. I didn’t want a repeat performance. That would be too much hassle for my taste.