Viserys Ii Novels & Stories

On a normal day, that would have made me chuckle but I was too tired to even form a proper smile so I just shrugged it off whilst walking to my room. But Violet had other plans. She was on my tail. I pulled the death called heels from my aching feet and continued to strip. "Since nothing happened, just tell of his appearance". This earned her a blank stare. "Come on Kris. At least give me some little juicy details to keep me alive till tomorrow". She whined dramatically. "He's not that hot". And right there is a big fat lie. He was fucking hot. Even better than a Greek god. He's grown his hair a little longer than it was but it was well groomed. His sharp jawline was covered with perfectly s

'He taught me how to love but not how to stop. ' ~ Celine's POV : Alpha Tyrion glared at me, waiting for an answer. I gulped the saliva down my throat as to find words to calm him down. "You deserve the throne... " I whispered. He raised his left brow suspiciously, " And you don't want that to happen. " I shook my head, " I will do my best to be on your side forever. " He slammed the door of the car angrily and before getting in the seat he muttered, " I don't want you by my side. "

I wondered as I laughed alone in the corner, my laughter echoing throughout the basement. Father's henchmen gave me a threatening look. One of them, dubbed 'Viper,' approached my father, who was currently relaxing while watching the scene. "Excuse me, sir, but isn't Mr. Python insane?" Viper inquired, whispering into my father's left ear. Father laughed, as if he's proud of that fact. "I guess that's proof of how well I cared for him," he replied, chuckling.

HYACINTH I made my way down those fancy stairs, my fingers tracing the smooth wood, I couldn't shake this weird feeling in my gut. Just my second day in Alpha Gerald's fortress of a house, and I still couldn't wrap my head around my mom choosing to marry him. I heard Mom and Alpha Gerald chatting softly, their voices carrying to me. And there he was, all commanding and put-together, in that sharp white shirt and dark pants. He practically oozed power. Our eyes locked, and I felt this strange mix of discomfort and vulnerability. It was him. The guy who'd set the stage for that crazy night, when things got heated and lines got blurry. Now, he was a total stranger. The dude who left a cold, hea

Nodding at her approval, he looked at Belle. "Your mother was second born to King Regis, High King of the Mages. I was the first born and heir to the Southern Kingdom. Your mother being the second born was heir to the Northern Kingdom. She was made Queen at the age of eighteen, but slacked on her duties. She was wild in controlling her kingdom but was very good at hiding who she was." Lilly snickered and looked at her brother. "Only because I wanted freedom from fathers commands." Alexander looked at her with a glare. "And where did it get you. Exiled into the human world."

Like a door had opened inside me and I had not known what waited behind it. Our visitor turned toward the rest of them now. “I am Cassian Drakos,” he said, simply. “Former High Regent of the Northern Blood Courts. Presumed extinguished… about three centuries years ago.” Valerius exhaled for the first time since he entered. “You were my commander,” he murmured. Cassian inclined his head. “And you were my most disobedient general.” A flicker, almost a smile, passed. Then it faded. “As you see,” Cassian continued, “death refused me. So I returned the favor.” Something heavy, and old… coiled in the air around him. “And you came for… protection?” Esme asked carefully.

Henry laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. “Oh, I think you know. For years, my father, Alpha Vorlag, was... fond of you. Very fond. So fond, in fact, that he blessed you with a son. An Alpha blooded son.” He pointed a thick finger at Rhys, who was now standing near the platform, a strange, triumphant look on his face. “Rhys Veridian! Or should I say, Rhys Kaelen! My half brother!”

Hi, I’m Ashthelyn. I don’t really have a last name, but I learned it is customary to take your parents’ name in this realm. My father is Luferine, King of Ethos. So I introduce myself as Ashthelyn Luferine, rather than Ashthelyn of Ethos, 6th daughter of his Majesty King Luferine the Ender. This world has many biblical senses of Hell.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

I pressed down harder to make it stop. ‘You’re hesitating,’ Valerius observed. ‘I’m not—“ ‘You are,’ he argued, though his voice remained calm. ‘And I am here to tell you that Kylan Lythoria of Lyperia does not hesitate.’ I clenched my jaw. ‘I have watched you grow,’ he went on. ‘I know your strength, what you are capable of, and I know you can contain him.’ A few more breaths escaped me. He was doing the same thing he had done during the crown battle, and that hadn’t ended well for either of us.