Viserys And Daemon Sister の小説・ストーリー

"I'm sorry to interrupt. But I believe a woman can rule a kingdom without a man, so don't apologize. My sister is the current ruler of the Underworld and she's doing well." She felt relieved. She thought that the candidates also see her as nothing but just a woman and that she was not worthy of the throne. "I can introduce you to my sister someday so you could get some advice from her." "Why was she chosen, and not you?" She asked curiosity piqued. "She's a direct descendant of the Demon God and a full-blooded demon, while I was just a halfling." She frowned. "A halfling?" "My father is the Demon King who was exiled here in Telluria. And my mother is from the Dragon Clan."

Alastor I can’t believe my sister and her daughter almost killed me. I underestimated their strength. Unlike the silver dragons I had killed all those years ago, Davina and her daughter teamed up against me. I knew fighting Davina would be difficult given she is the reincarnation of Ryuu but I didn’t expect her daughter and our sister, Katerina, to fight along side her. The rest of the dragons separated, making it easier to pick them off one by one until it was just my parents left.

He tilted his head, like he was thinking of where he knew her before getting up to walk to her. “Hello, Miss.” Arya dropped her cup and raised her head, seeing the cute man before her, she looked down. “Oh, hello?” “Are you affiliated with Anna Stark?” She smiled, bowing down. “Yes, do you know her? I am her younger sister, Arya.” Were they so similar that her sister’s friends recognized her in one glance? The man smiled back, sitting besides her. “I am Dean, a friend of she and Sir Damien, we three worked on a project at university and she talked about you a lot.”

Instead of freeing herself she laid there laughing,“ Daemon, I don't know why Xerxes chose to make you a grand lord, because you have a really weak heart not befitting someone of that league, you are the only one who knows about this, we won't be caught if you don't go telling tales. Now get your hands off me!, don't think you will rat me out to get me off the picture, I think that your play thing is with a child.`` “ Leah!, don't you dare cause her any harm!” He threatened with reddened eyes . “ Then be good to me, I also want to carry our child, Daemon, why can't you accept the fact that I'm your soulmate and not her.“ Daemon's mouth opened, closed, then opened again. He was greatly dumbfo

There was a moment of silence as we all watched Tyrion take a substantial amount of gulps before giving a response. “Well…it's a lucky day because I brought you a souvenir,” Tyrion, belched, and dropped his drink. He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out an envelope, sliding it across the table towards me. “Beta Damon’s wife, Lisa, and his three-year-old son, Jayden.” I almost choked on my drink. “Wait what?” A sly smile gradually drew at the corner of my lip. “Could you please draw me a clearer picture?” I asked, leaning back into my seat.

Dante's POV I looked at Vera, seeing the peace in her eyes, the calm certainty that she'd said what she needed to say. Her nod wasn't about revenge or anger. It was permission to end this chapter of her life permanently. I turned my attention back to Daemon, still struggling in my grip. His face had gone from purple to nearly blue, his eyes bulging as he clawed weakly at my arm. "You had everything," I said quietly, my voice layered with the hybrid's growl. "A mate who would have loved you, who would have stood beside you through anything. And you threw her away for nothing."

But the withered creature before him now made him sick to look at. He ordered his guards to drag her to the dungeon and make sure she suffered. My sister screamed all the way down the hall, but no one showed her mercy. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, though I hadn't even stood up yet when the prince glanced my way. "Why do you look… familiar?" The blood in my veins froze. Images of my tragic past life flashed frantically through my mind. I opened my mouth to answer—but a man's voice sounded behind me. "Because she is my future wife."

"You know, Sera? Every time Damien slices his wrist with that silver blade, every time his blood fills the vial... it feels like a sacred ritual. My son is growing. He is getting stronger. He is marching toward his destined throne!" Nausea churned in my stomach. She was lost in her fantasy of power. So lost, she couldn't see she was feeding a monster with her husband's lifeblood. "And soon," she turned to me, her eyes glinting with a vicious triumph, "the entire continent will witness my victory. Everyone will kneel before me. Including you, my dear little sister." Just as she lost herself in her delusion, a sharp knock came at the door. "Your Highnesses," a guard's voice called out. "The Ki

Our father, Eses, the God of Skies, was clearly surprised to hear what my sister and I said. "Are you sure? You two have followed Guerrian and Dexaldir everywhere since childhood." "We're sure, Father." When we left the Celestial Palace with the imperial decree in hand, my sister and I finally lost the composure that we had been forcing ourselves to keep. We hugged each other. My sister, Azena, wiped away my tears. "Bydona, don't cry. This is our chance at revenge."

My eyes were fixed on the dying forms in front of me. "So Zeva," Valerius whispered as he walked closer towards me. "What will you be? You agree to our terms? Or you watch your bestfriend and son die slowly in front of you?"​ He rubbed his hands together and inched closer, his fingers reaching out to trace my jawline. I tried to bite him, but he was faster. "You see...Dren has his desires. Minus your influence, yes. It's his legs. And also..." He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "His one true mate. My sister."