Novel & Cerita Viserra Targaryen Fanfiction

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.

"Eliana birthed Valerina, the small beautiful girl with golden eyes and hair... I was the first one to hold her in my hands... I was there with her, that time I didn't know what she has done to Serenity." Robert recalled the memories. "Valerina wasn't human, she inherited all the powers of Eliana... Her little fingers could control the fire even before knowing what fire is... Her laugh could make the life around her bloom... Her cry could make the sky dark... We all know that she is going to be a powerful witch once she grows up but Eliana didn't want that... She was so selfish that she wanted to be the one and only powerful witch in the world... Serenity was already out of her way after tur

Elysia, her brow furrowed with concern, interjected, "I understand your reservations, Valeria. But these visions have guided me before. They hold a connection to the very essence of the Enchanted Realm." Kael, his arms crossed and his expression thoughtful, added, "We can't afford to ignore any avenue of inquiry. Our enemy is relentless, and we must be equally unyielding in our pursuit of knowledge."

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.

“Breaker of vows, destroyer of trust.” He eyed Vera hungrily. “Priestess’s favorite, marked and vulnerable.” “She’s caged, and you’re next,” Vera spat, defiance blazing despite the fear I sensed in her. “I don’t visit cages,” he said, gaze flicking to her wrist. “She gifted you a permanent reminder.” “She left a target, one I’ll turn against her,” Vera retorted fiercely. He shrugged dismissively. “Same difference.” He lifted his hand; rune under water flared, but drones hummed louder off-beat, and wrong. Varkis’s wrist stuttered with unexpected rhythm, confusion flashing in his eyes.

“Well, Moira, we can hardly let the night go to waste. You may begin. Good luck raising this fallen soldier and getting him battle-ready.” I looked down at said ‘soldier.’ His cock was soft, flaccid. But I will be damned before I let that miserable frigid enchantress steal my best customer away. I slid my fingers to his breeches. “Get ready for a night you will never forget, my lord.” “Oh, Vera, my sweet one,” he slurred as I worked. “When will you return to me?” My teeth nearly snapped together. Fucking Vera, bewitching every male. And now even Lord Revandrel was under her spell.

“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.

he taunted. “Why are you here Shane?” Alexis spat. She wasn’t falling for his taunts. “Because I can’t help but feel excited over the reign of vampires! Ah! Since Alexis will be helping me, then she could one of my concubines! It’ll be so exhilarating seeing you loose not only your country but your lover as well!” He laughed at them. Alexis could feel Alastair shaking, taking out his anger on his hands which clenched so hard together she could hear tears in his skin.

"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.”

Vanessa didn't continue what she was going to ask when she sees someone going their way. "It's been 60 years since I left Lavandel. Now it has completely changed. Too quiet and too peaceful. Not the Kingdom I'm used to." He has gotten the two princesses' attention. Now they're eyeing him. "And who are you?" Vanessa demands the draconian's name. The male draconian twitches his jaw and raises one brow. "He's Argon, one with our blood," Amira answers. Though, annoyance is partly drawn on her face. "How come I didn't know him?"