Viserys And Daemon Sister Novels & Stories

She is the one who gave my mother the prophecy, making my life even harder than it already is. “I knew nothing good would ever come out of someone who looks like that evil spawn!” I looked at her with my big pitiful eyes crying on the floor as she looked down on me with nothing but hatred in her eyes. She then spat on my face and spoke. “Get away from me you daughter of the devil! Goddess, why would you bring me such evil when I have been so good all these years, what are you punishing me for?” She kicked me on my back, and I fell face first on the floor before saying to my sister. “Vaselissa, stay away from this evil child lest she gives you her bad luck, my daughter, you are the only hope

"You're late." Lucia Abbott stood at the edge of the cliff, her silver hair glowing under the moonlight. "You wanted to see me?" I asked. "Do you know about the witch's prophecy?" she said. "What prophecy?" She stepped closer to the cliff, her heels nearly hanging over open air. "The prophecy from the Northlands witch. She said..." She paused, eyes locking onto mine. "She said the true bloodline is about to awaken. The exiled daughter will take everything back. Dad's love, the pack's authority, and... Caleb."

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

“Then we’ve underestimated him and we die. But I don’t think we have. I think he’s so consumed by his need for control that he’ll believe anything that confirms his paranoia.” The hours stretched on. Daemon waited in the darkness of the West Tower, surrounded by the ghosts of his father’s affairs, by the evidence of secrets that had built the foundation for everything crumbling around him. And somewhere beneath the palace, Elena Vale sat in chains, wondering if her brother was going to save her, or if she was going to die in darkness as payment for bloodlines she’d never chosen. The game had entered its final phase. And Daemon was no longer certain who would survive it.

"Sympathy, Alpha. It is a... commoner’s curse. To feel the pain of those we serve." Serefy let out a cold, mocking laugh, dropping Floreighn’s arm as if it were trash. "Sympathy? For her? How poetic." She turned to her father. "Father, if she’s been wandering the Dead Woods, she’s lucky the Notorious Alpha didn't find her. They say Deamon Blackblood eats the hearts of strays." She looked at Greg and ran a finger down his jaw. "Perhaps Greg should take her back to the kitchens. He seems so... affected by her presence. Let him see to it that she doesn't wander into any more traps."

“She knew what they intended for you. She knew what your blood could become. She tried to get you out before the Rite could ever happen.” My knees nearly gave and Ryker’s hand brushed mine, steadying me but I barely felt it because all I could hear was my sister. Not dying but fighting and trying for me and I had spent years turning her death into vengeance for the wrong enemy. I felt sick, shook violently, and horribly. “She died because of me.” “No,” Ryker said immediately. But Elias? Elias stayed silent and that silence was its own answer. ****** Darius finally moved. The old Alpha’s voice cut through the room like steel. “You came too easily for a man carrying this truth.”

Daemon looked up sharply, his face scowling as his eyes locked onto mine. “Oh, honey!” my sister slurred, perched on Daemon's lap. “Your fiancé is such a charmer!” She grinned, her face red and the glass of wine sloshing in her hand as she stroked Daemon ’s scowling, hardened face. “And so handsome!” My nails bit into my palms as I squeezed my hands into tight fists. My Sister giggled hysterically, leaning in and kissing Daemon ’s cheek before she turned and smiled a wine glazed smile at me.

Viishaun replied, watching the lady pour droplets of tonic she made for the queen. "Your wife... I mean... the real owner of that body is the sole daughter of my sister. She's one of us. However, I could also conclude that the queen who is residing in that body is also one of us since I can feel a little amount of mana inside her, but I have no basis to prove it yet. She is sealed with sacred light which is why I can't interfere." Aileen sat and embraced Viishaun. She glanced at Lady Khaleesi and was about to embrace her ladyship, but Viishaun embraced his wife instead.

Everything displaying right now wasn't what I expected today; bumping into Sheila, having seen Alpha Kian, and now being mated to a Lycan. Ahhh... Is my mind playing tricks on me as usual, from his aura he seems powerful like a high-rank Lycan. He is definitely not Gamma because I know Gamma Wilfred, the mate of Lila remembering that causes my stomach to churn. Then who is he... Does King Daemon have a brother or relative? But he was rumored to have been the only child of his parents and was assigned the position of leader at the age of eleven years after the cruel death of his parents. But again, who is this god that is standing in front of me? A beta... I doubt it.

"I'm just curious… who told you that Tyrion's mate was tortured by her brother?" Felix's jaw tensed. "It was that bitch, Damara. She was Tyrion's mate's best friend. She told him that she wanted to save her friend, but she couldn't. Tyrion felt in debt to her, so he took her to the Moon Blade Pack and always gave her special treatment. But she always seemed phony to me." He winked at me. "Best friend…" I muttered under my breath as my fingers curled tightly around the glass, making it crack.