Viserys Ii Novels & Stories

He may be an adult now and a Lead Warrior, but he’ll always be my baby brother. “Hey, Big Sis.” He says, returning my hug with his own. “Whatever this is about, it seems serious. Should I go or do you want me to stay?” He asks, looking anxiously between our father and me. I think for a moment. I don’t want my suspicions getting around the pack, creating panic or chaos until I’m certain of what we’re dealing with and Dax isn’t a ranked member. Hell, I even sent Bree and Jacob back to the packhouse, only bringing my Beta with me. But is also my brother, someone whom I trust with my life and the safety of our pack. And as Lead Warrior, he’s a good strategic thinker and, if I’m right, would play

The first crack in everything. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Arya, I never wanted you.” My heart stopped, but I was somehow still alive. “What?” His smile didn’t fade. “You heard me. You were never the one I wanted. It was always your sister.” I shook my head, trying to make sense of the words. Was I back to square one? “You’re not making any sense—?” “She was supposed to give me an heir. The powerful kind. ” His tone was laced with resentment. “But she failed. And then I found out it was you. You’re the true wolf. The one with the real bloodline.

Beside me, Liora whispered, “No…” The woman smiled. Elegant. Cold. Alive. She stepped forward. And said the last word I expected to hear. “Brother-in-law.” Thomas made a strangled sound. Vera’s sword half-cleared its sheath. Even I forgot how to breathe. The woman inclined her head. “My name is Seris.” The hidden heir. The dead sister Matthias claimed had perished years ago. Alive. Here. And smiling like she had been expecting us. She moved closer with terrifying calm.

“I only regretted not listening to Lewis earlier! “You don’t deserve to live.” “Are you done?” Jack let out a cold laugh. “Then it’s my turn.” He grabbed the vase and swung it toward her head, but his knees suddenly buckled. The vase shattered against the floor with a sharp crash, and he collapsed on the broken shards. Blood spread quickly beneath him. “It wasn’t only in the food. I put the sleeping pills in the water too. “You don’t deserve to live. And neither do I. We both needed to face what we’ve done.”

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster. He dashes forward as if he will crush me and in reflex, I swiftly step back. But he stops in front of me and slides up his tinted visor so that I can see the upper part of his face. He tends me the helmet similar to his, except this one is in white colour.

"Let us be back in a few minutes to tend and change your bandages, sir. Our master will be back in a few hours." "Thank you so much... I will be glad to see your master that now I am in a stable condition and be able to extend my thanks personally to him...," he said. "May I ask, if it's alright, would it be okay to know the name of your master? So that I will be able to express my gratitude to him in the grandest honor." The younger maid finally smiled and answered, "Yes you may, sir. We address him here as Master Kai, but he is known as the second son of the Duke, Quin Kaylus."

His nose looks broken in three places, his face looking like a craggy cliff. He carries a spear which is longer than I am and across his back, twin daggers gleam beneath the blood-red sash tied at his waist. His hair is silver and tied into a knot that still brushes his neck as he walks. And heavens...he’s grinning. Not the grin of a man who enjoys victory. The grin of a man who enjoys pain. From her seat, the Luna smiles. Exactly what she wants. She is smiling triumphantly like a queen watching her secret weapon take the field. Well...Valerys was her Father's right hand man. Her fingers lace beneath her chin, her eyes never leaving Valerys.

A general from another palace walked right in front of Prince Dylan while holding a paper-like cloth rolled up on two pieces of wood. It removed the strap and began to read the contents. "The king of Stalwart Castle had a serious illness, and until now it has not been cured or known what its true illness is. Now that the various palaces have an agreement regarding a problem like this, someone needs to take over the throne of a king, but Prince Dylan, the son of King Stephen, cannot temporarily hold his father because he is not ready to—" The general stopped and looked at Prince Dylan, who kept his face serious. "The one who will temporarily sit as the king of Stalwart Castle is King Cyrus, t