Viserys Ii Novels & Stories

It almost started to seem like he didn't really have anything else to do, but he just liked to know that someone was waiting for him to show up. While Tarik was working his magic between my legs, my brain was cooking up the very worst case scenario. Vincenzo was alive, and I was the only one who knew it. Well, that dumb maid possibly knew it too, but she was only as good as nobody to me. Even though he seemed like he was easily pushed out of his position as the Alpha King by Manuel and the rest of the council members, I was still very mindful of how powerful and ruthless he could be. After all, I had witnessed him murder Elijah with his bare hands.

Before Cassie could respond and Vanessa pulled out her phone and played a recording. “Look… I am not interested in playing one of your little games to—” "She is easier to manipulate than Cassie," Marcus's voice boomed from the recording, cutting her halfway. He sounded genuienly bored and she couldn't help but wonder who he was talking to. "Cassie had all that baggage with her father and her need to prove herself. But Vanessa? She just wanted to be loved and it made her simple. Once this merger stabilizes, I'll upgrade again.”

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

"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

The next morning, we were summoned to the Hall of the Anchor. Valerius II sat on a throne made of fossilized wood and riveted steel. He was older than the First King had ever been, his skin like parchment, his eyes two pits of cold, calculating grey. Beside him stood the Scribe of the Dust, holding the golden scroll.

"And you have entirely failed to protect what is mine." Lucian's jaw locked with a sickening crack. "Who the hell are you? And why are you near my wife?!" "She is not a Vance," the man replied coldly, entirely unfazed by the lethal predator standing inches from him. "Richard Vance was nothing but a pathetic, paid guardian who stole her away to hide her from her true bloodline. My name is Lord Aris of the House of Valerius. I am the sovereign patriarch of the oldest royal dynasty in Europe. And the woman bleeding in that bed... is my niece. The rightful heir to the Valerius throne."

Winston asked Valeria in a low tone. "I am Valeria Ambrosia, daughter of Caster Ambrosia, the second Dracula." Valeria answered the vampire master without looking into his eyes. Winston took a step closer towards Valeria. He pinched her chin lightly and guided her gaze towards his. "So, you are the sister of the great Queen Victoria?" Asked the vampire master in a curious tone.

He just closed his eyes as if it was acceptable that his fate would be. "Mama, sorry..." He cried before waiting for the monsters to attack. A few minutes later, Migi felt nothing. "Is that it? I died without feeling any pain? "he said while not opening his eyes. Later on, he smelled something fishy, and he also heard a scream that seemed to hurt. He opened his eyes and the scattered corpses of the three men were exposed to him. He stiffened in his seat when he saw the familiar man in front of him holding a sword.

His elder son was absent, Daerason noticed. "And these are my trusted Lieutenants, Lianna Swallow," he introduced a young girl with orange hair, "Jewell Sparrow," Jewell was a man with blonde hair and a scar over his cheek, "Xavier Crane, and Amanda Winfield" "A please to meet you all" said the King, "Im sure you all know who we are" "Oh we do" said Lord Isiah drinking his wine, "So to what do i owe this visit?" "The Dornish need your aid" said Dorian

I should know, I could feel the same black mold festering in my chest, feeding on all of the things I couldn’t—wouldn’t say. I wanted to know…needed to know what would cause him this much turmoil. My own secret rose in my throat, stinging my lips and tongue like acid. I could feel my tongue curl, desperate to form the words, but first—I needed to know. “What did it ask of you, Dain?” The words left my lips before I could stop them. Hanging in the air, taunting me because I couldn’t take them back. His entire body stiffened, and I watched with pain in my chest as he closed himself off to me. All awareness and emotion fled from his eyes until I found myself looking up at Alpha King Dain Viotto