Viserra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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?"

anger gripped her tightly, Valerie spoke before her mind caught up with what she had done. "No!" She snaps, her tone held a lethal edge foreign to her ears. Watching her former Alphas' expression twist into surprise. "I will not become a rogue. I promise you that." He saw the promise in her eyes, familiar to the look he'd given her earlier when he promised to kill her. Her eyes burned like fire and brimstone. But he gave a single glance at her weak, pathetic figure and scoffed. "We shall see. Until next time, daughter." And as the lighting cracks open the sky, he's gone. Left in a world unknown to her; a world of strange creatures, Kings and Queens, darkness and light all sewn together by m

She was porcelain perfection: lips tinted like frostbitten berries, laughter like bells, hair gleaming as if trained to catch lamplight at the right angle. Court-made beauty. The kind that practiced until it felt natural. She clung lightly, deliberately, a picture-perfect consort. Vasska didn’t even bother pretending to care. His boredom was etched deep into every line of his face. My stomach soured at another one of her laughs. Then I looked across me—and met emerald fire. Vaeril of the Eighth House Sera. Golden-haired, sunstruck face, and arrogance woven into the seams of his very bones.

A great terror rules these lands, a terror by the name of Lennox Steele, Son of late Alpha Steele, Alpha to the Dark moon pack. After usurping his father’s throne at the age of 15, he became a tyrant that all men feared. The young master took it upon himself to waste these lands and kill ehatever stood in his way. His mother was banished from the pack for infedelitu, sent to roam the earth as a weeping woman. When he was 18, the moon goddess blessed him with a mate, who he saw as a weakness, so he killed her.

Dren set the folder on my desk and left. Smart man. I was by the window, looking over my territory. The territory below was dark and quiet. Three thousand years and it still looked the same at night It was vast, black and completely mine. I turned around and opened the folder. Sera Voss. Eighteen years old. Ironmoor Pack. Eighteen? I had been alive for longer than the concept of her bloodline. I turned the page. Father: Aldric Voss. Former Alpha of Ironmoor. Tried by elder council. Executed.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her with each smooth, deft stroke of his fingers, until she was drowning in intoxicating delight. "I-is that so...?" She panted and questioned him, but he responded by stroking her even harder as she arched up against him, dizzy with the desire for more. "Ngh-!" ".. Does that feel good too?" She slowly nodded her head, closing her eyes. "Then... what about this?" Her eyes widened in shock as he slid his fingers within her, caressing her there as well. "... A-Azazel!" But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born.

Lilith who was full of envy and resentment, obeyed no matter how much she dislikes it. The throne was promised to her long ago, even on the time Elspeth was already born, the crown was promised to her. Until Veronica was born, everything Hikaris have promised her was then dedicated to the woman with amethyst eyes: Veronica. “Is everybody ready?” Taylor asked as she points her rifle on the exact angle to distract the guards. “We are ready to engage, General.” Taylor’s team said in union.