Viserra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“He’s a wild card. He’s dangerous.” “And so is Erethar,” Amaria replied. “Serros is the only one who’s fought him and survived.” “He’s unstable,” Vaelith snapped. “He’d burn down the heavens just to light a cigarette.” A slow, dry clap echoed through the hall. Every head turned. Serros stood in the archway, cloaked in shadows, tall and lean with silver-white hair that curled wildly around his shoulders. His eyes were a violent shade of violet, glowing faintly in the dim light. A smirk twisted his lips.

"Three days. I want everything perfect. When I take her, I want Robert Vitale to understand he's lost everything.” Enzo shook his head slowly. "This is going to end bloody." "It was always going to end bloody." I turned toward my own car. As the Mercedes disappeared into the night, I murmured her name, letting it settle on my tongue like fine whiskey. "Arya Vitale." My smirk was dark, making my face look like some sort of twisted mask in the rearview mirror. “Three more days of freedom, then you’ll learn exactly what you got yourself into the moment you were born a Vitale.”

“That’s not me, Jess! I’m here, I’d never betray you! This thing’s using my face to hurt you!” Ardyn’s gaze flickered, and the loom pulsed, weaving a vision that tore at their hearts: Jessica and Ardyn entwined, the nexus whole, her companions fading, their love betrayed, Kade’s heart broken as he watched her choose a lie. The first twist came: Ardyn wasn’t Kade—he was the fracture, every weaver’s wrath fused into a manipulative illusion, using Jessica’s love to shatter their bond. The atrium trembled, and the tapestry split, revealing a void—Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith—united as a hydra, their voices a s

The night their wolves were meant to awaken. "Time's up, ladies!" Vera pushed the door open without knocking, her hands planted firmly on her hips and a knowing grin curving her lips. Alpha Curtis's daughter. Their sister in every way that mattered. "Father's already getting irritated," she warned, amusement dancing in her eyes. "I told her," Taylor muttered, pointing accusingly at Tara. Vera crossed the room and gently helped zip up Tara's deep wine-colored dress. "Relax," she said softly. "Everything's going to be fine."

Some truths made excellent levers and poor offerings. Zevran set his palm flat on the table. “Word one,” he said without theater. “I consented to the first tether. Not as king. As man.” Kaelira felt it land inside her—clean cut, no bleed. Winter approved. “Second,” she said, and the taste of it was iron. “I will not burn the boy to save the world.” “Third,” Taren whispered, face white as the walls. “I… don’t like the heart’s voice. It sounds like being alone.”

And I could easily decipher the look. Viper was concerned about Ardo. Did they know each other? Everyone stared. Trying to understand what was happening. As Viper approaches Misaki's form which was locked immobile by the spell. Endora nods at Viper. Urging him. " Do it" I see Viper take a deep breath before. Pulling up his sleeve. And we see a gold amulet on his arm. " No! Don't ! Ple-ase! It's very dangerous dammit! You never listen to me....but atleast this time. Please...."

（Third-person POV.） "Sent where?" Joric's voice trembled, but he fought to keep it steady. "To her mate's pack, of course," Marta replied, like she was talking about the weather. New mate? Joric’s mind went blank. "Who is her new mate?" He heard his own voice as if from a great distance. "The Alpha of Silvermoon," Marta said with a small laugh. "Alpha Torin. It's quite something, isn't it? For Faelan to be claimed by an Alpha that powerful."

' My tears trickled onto the damp sand from the corners of my eyes. Leon didn't budge. He continued to grip my neck of lying beneath him, pressing down tightly. In those final seconds, as my vision began to blur, the world shrank into dark dots. I saw Leon's expression and cursed him one last breath. "I s-swear, I will be h-haunting you ... fo-forever ... and d-dragging you to h-hell, F-Fu*king Alphaaa …." Leon Vareth, the Alpha of the Targarion Pack, stared at me coldly, cruelly, and with a murderous intent, without hesitation, and without mercy.

Marienne's eyes widened in astonishment, tinged with a hint of pride. She picked herself up from the ground, a deviant smirk adorning her face. "Father would be so proud." With a swift movement, Visenya lunged forward once more, her blade aimed to draw a single drop of Marienne's blood. In a swift response, Marienne conjured a barrier of twisted shadows to shield herself. Visenya's blade clashed against the barrier, resulting in an explosion of dark energy that sent shockwaves reverberating through the cavern.

It was stone with some letters carved into the surface of the stone. "Here." he pointed to the tombstone. "Her name was Vera. My wife. She was killed by Aragon." "Who's Aragon?" "The King of all vampires." I gasped at those words while he was sitting on kneeling on the ground. This time, I don't feel any fear st Valir, I don't see the monster I used to see before because that's what everyone said. The Valir I am seeing now was contrary to his worse description. And I feel sad and pitiful because what he has been through is horrible. He deserves peace and happiness. "Do you mind if I ask why Aragon killed her?"