Viserys Ii Novels & Stories

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and

"My brother wanted the power, he tried to get it through treason and blood. But he is still blood of my blood. It pains me to hurt him, even if he did not feel the same. Even so, this crime can't remain unpunished. Not because he turned against me. Gods know families fight more than strangers do. But because he dragged the kingdom into this personal vendetta. Not because he wanted the crown, but because he used the deaths of innocents to get it. Not because I want revenge, but because the spirits of the dead deserve it!" "Whatever you say to feel better about yourself, brother." Tommen interrupts and Loras throws him a disappointed look. "I am not your brother. I speak now as your king. I kn

“Running somewhere, Myra?” His voice was silk laced with poison. She knew that voice. She had feared it her whole life. Veyron Valis. The Wraith King’s second-in-command. A man as feared as his master—and just as ruthless. Her fingers twitched toward the dagger at her belt, but she stilled herself. Fighting him was suicide. Veyron smirked, stepping closer. “I was wondering when you’d slither out of your little hiding hole.” His gaze flicked toward the chamber she’d just left. “The Oracle still playing his little games, I see.”

Sera was a bit hesitant to talk to the man, but she couldn't help it, especially since she overheard Nevil and Rigor's conversation. "Raenerys wants to take the north, she told me t-that. It's not impossible that she's plotting what's happening to trouble you, Nevil." Sera said bravely, and Nevil's eyes grew angrier. In an instant, he disappeared from where he was and violently strangled Sera's neck as he pinned her against the wall. Sera squirmed in pain as her lips parted; she could see the rage in Nevil's blazing eyes.

“For what?” “To announce our mating ceremony.” My breath caught. Heat pricked my cheeks. Before I could fully process it. But nothing could have ever prepared me for what he had to say next. “And to declare Daemon and Daenerys as heirs to my throne.” Everything inside me paused. I stared at him. Wide-eyed, overwhelmed, uncertain I’d heard correctly. “Morris… they’re not biologically yours.” I hated how insensitive I sounded. Thankfully, he didn’t even flinch.