Viserra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

Asteria D´Angelo Today was a tedious day, and even when I was helping Vicky with victims and reports, I couldn't help but wonder what was happening with my mate. He has been weary, a little detached, and certainly not talking about how things are going in the Vampire realm. Of course, after I took the girls shopping and enrolled them in therapy, I discovered that King Sergei had gone rogue with how he was treating his people, and I could see how my mate, the future ruler, had everything against him.

I hissed into his ear. His breath shuddered. “Zeva…” “You’re not listening,” I said, tightening the lock. “There is no bond between us. Whatever you think you feel is obsession, not fate.” His voice cracked. “You’re lying.” “I’m done talking. Move again, and I’ll break your arm.” Silence thickened. His breathing hitched,hurt, anger, disbelief swirling chaotically. Then footsteps thundered down the hall. Aric. His scent,storm rain and cedar,hit me two seconds before he did.

Taz, on the other side, sipped on a cup of wine as he stood to face Rygan. “Well, you sure took a lot of time to show up late on the day of your engagement,” words tumbled from his lips as he took a whiff of a very familiar scent from a certain redhead omega that they all knew. “Rygan, you didn’t...” Taz started. “I plan to end the engagement today,” he said to the two males, whose eyes widened with shock. But before they could answer, the doors of his chambers were pushed wide open by a very furious Alvira.

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.

Serana POV. “Ahhh,” I moan, as the monster hovers over me. He is my capture, my jailer Vilkas, the last dragon. “You Lycan whores are all the same. Like bitches in heat.” He grips my face, forcing me to look at him. I look into his green reptilian eyes, blood tastes on my tongue. He pants harder before he pulls out and flips me over. I feel like I’m being ripped in half as he entered me roughly from behind.

No howls, no roars—just the wet sound of claws finding throats and the gurgle of enemies drowning in their own blood. Vera stood in the center of the main room, waiting. She'd changed since the Harvest Festival. Her skin rippled with shadow veins, her eyes solid black, her fingers elongated into claws that dripped darkness. Whatever humanity she'd had was gone, replaced by Alaric's gift—or curse. "The phoenix who killed my brother," she said, voice layered with harmonics that shouldn't exist in a human throat. "And the Alpha who thinks his son deserves mercy." "Where is he?" I demanded.

“ Hello princess. “ He smirked, taking a sip of the vinegar on the table. She made an attempt to move this time but to no avail. She bit her lower lips burying her head in her chest. It isn't right, she shouldn't be doing this. She have a mate who is ten times cuter than him, but she just couldn't help it. “ What's your name? “ He asked in a calm tone, dropping the cup on the table. “It's Vissana. “ I answered boldly. “ What a rare and beautiful name Vissana. I apologise for interrupting your sleep, I should also be asleep too but I can't because I'm being hunted whenever I shut my eyes. “ He confessed. This doesn't change anything, he still had no right to call me to his tower at this time