Viserys Ii Novels & Stories

My heart started beating faster and the tingling sensation on my arms grew rapidly. " I'm… I'm " I stuttered backing up some steps. Sebastian sprinted towards the boy who lay unconscious on the ground. He placed two of his fingers on the guy's neck probably to check his pulse. He quickly proceeded to dial a number on his phone. " I … I didn't mean….I didn't want to kill him, I'm so … I'm so sorry. He just came at me...and ...and I just snapped…." My voice trembled seeing Sebastian's reaction.

God, I can't believe I'm thinking of his arms while he's about to kill a man. He opens his mouth in search of oxygen. His neck and face veins are swollen, which I would say is purple or even blue. It seems that their feet have already lost their lives, as they hang inert and without moving. He is a middle-aged man. It can be seen in the wrinkles on his hands or in the gray hair that begins to appear that it is closer to the third. -Azael- I utter serenely- Let it go. Azael looks at me with narrowed eyes before obeying me. And I am hardly surprised by how easy it is to control their actions. He drops it without any delicacy and drops it to the ground, causing a dry sound. The man is one secon

George was fine man but Arinthal made him so cruel and stubbon Eryndor took George aside and urged him to think of Lirien, his children, and his wife. George grasped the gravity of the situation for a moment or so and steeled himself for what was to come. Eryndor, sensing George's resolve, revealed his perilous plan, risking his own life by sharing the details. Initially, George was horrified, struggling to comprehend the audacity of Eryndor's words. As Eryndor shared experience of his own family and the cherished moments they had shared, George's skepticism gradually dissolved and gave way to a strong conviction. His intime motivation sparked a newfound sense of purpose and expectation, rev

Capri took and deep breath and said. [ I figured you wouldn’t have reviewed the DVR, what is that you always say to your subordinates about gathering facts before having a conversation?] They reviewed the video together without either party saying a word. Nab face paled at the site of Capri just standing there minding her business until quiet honestly even he himself would have reacted in the same manner. Those gutter rats would not shut up at hurling insults. He heard everything and almost couldn’t look at her after the end of the video on the front doc cam where he seen them vandalize and slashed her tired.

I silently prayed to the Moon Goddess so she could give Tyrion the strength to win against the crystal's dark magic. A minute later, I heard a whimper and the sickening sound of the hard bones cracking. I slowly lifted my head and saw Tyrion's wolf covered in blood. A second later, I was certain: it was Kestrel's blood. My King stood on top of Kestrel's wolf's body, his paws madly crushing Kestrel's ribcage. This sick bastard's life was leaving him ounce for ounce with every bone crack he could no longer prevent. Finally, Tyrion dipped his head low enough to reach Kestrel's neck and ripped off his throat. I was certain that Kestrel deserved a far more gruesome death for all the lives he had

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.

“If power has done nothing but breed betrayal and blood, then let the ashes be my legacy instead.” The chamber quaked suddenly as a blast echoed through the halls. Flames surged higher, carrying with them the acrid stench of oil. Serenya reeled back, coughing. From the shadows, Cyrion Duskbane appeared, dragging his limp leg, his dark cloak shredded. His eyes—those strange, star-silver orbs—met Serenya’s, unreadable. “This is what he wanted,” Cyrion rasped. “Veynor does not care for crowns or thrones. He wants a kingdom so broken no one can rule it but him. If you burn it all, Serenya, you give him victory.”

“Not when the wolves have actively found a cure. Canix is over, brother, or are they just scared to kill Myra’s father? So she won’t hate you? Don’t you want to kill the man that fucked you, dear Vasseria? Huh, Verik?” “Shut the hell up, Varion,” he roars at his brother, who raises a hand in defeat, but he still beholds anger in his eyes as he nears his brother, both matching in height, with Verik being more on the muscular side than his brother, who is more on lean muscles, but he is still a ferocious warrior. “Your choice, brother, but remember how we can rule; we break the wreck before they can get up again. Your choice,” He muttered. She walked out of the throne room, leaving Veriks, who

She was like a vampire, hungrily draining my blood. I did not even think twice. I booted her off me like she was nothing but a dirty old rag. She sprawled by the door, panting like she had run a marathon. Her voice raspy as she cackled at me, "Bet you didn't see this coming, huh? Only the dead set for cremation get out of the morgue, and I was lying in wait, just thirsty for your blood, you little snake!" My blood fell to the floor and soaked into Jim, who was like a ghost. His see-through form turned a deep red, his eyes glowing with a fiery rage as he fixed his gaze on the key and the factory contract in my hand.

I raised a brow. “Yes, Vogar.” “Tell your brother what you did to Piper, your best friend.” Her body still as she turned to face her brother. “I killed Piper. I ripped out her heart, dumping her in her bathroom.” “Good girl. Now tell your brother what you did to Lyrik.” “I ordered the men of Vogar to tear her apart and bury her.” “Why?” I whiffed. “I didn’t want her to come near the throne or have Leo’s child.”