Slow updates - Daera Targaryen, daughter of Alicent Hightower and Viserys I, will be the most dangerous threat to the claim of Rhaenyra's throne. -

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍. Born in 265 AC as the eldest surviving child of Aerys II and Queen Rhaella, Shaena Targaryen grows up in the shadow of her father's growing madness and her mother's quiet suffering. Though her brother Viserys is born nine years later to secure the succession, Shaena's life is far from simple. multiple povs Taragryen oc x Arthur Dayne Taragryen oc x Oberyn Martell EXTREME slow burn No Rhaegar*

HANDS TURNING LOOM... SPOOL OF GREEN, SPOOL OF BLACK... DRAGONS OF FLESH WEAVING DRAGONS OF THREAD... --- She grew out of control, like an untreated wound. She had Aegon right in her hands, her serpent like hold tightening on him, choking him with all of her ideas and lies. Roselyn Hightower was now a threat. A dangerous one in brightly colored gowns and pearl jewelry. Otto knew, the only way to kill a snake was to cut it's head off. --- ( DARK! AEGON II TARGARYEN x OC ) ( HELAENA TARGARYEN x OC ) [ SLOW UPDATES ] --- { STARTED & COMPLETED: MARCH 12, 2024 - ? } +Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN any part of House of the Dragon ( I wish I did.. ), its plot, lines, or it's characters. I do, however OWN MY characters and every single one of their stupid jokes, so PLEASE don't steal my stuff. This WILL be based on the TV Show ( Sorry to all of my book fans out there! ). WARNING: Swearing ( medium ), blood, death, mentions of PTSD, ( brief ) mentions of alcohol use, ( slight ) parental abandonment, loneliness, sassiness and stupidity, ( brief ) smut, and dark / yandere. The typical GOT / ASOIAF stuff.. { I re-used the pre-done format for one of my old discontinued stories, so it could be tagged / labeled. Also sorry to those who were fans / read the old discontinued story. }

i have the 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 idea that i'll have to suffer it all 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫. ━━━ [PUBLISHED 2017] JON SNOW/FEM!OC BOOK&SHOW CANON | VALYRIANS

~Yes, desire is so different when God bore you hungry. I could have devoured anything and still have been starving~ "While dragon dreams affect only those with the blood of the dragon, the dreams that plague the disciples of the Church of Starry Wisdom are far more sinister, driving their dreamers almost mad in the process. Established by the Bloodstone Emperor, the first usurper and the last ruler of the mythic Great Empire of the Dawn, the church worships Nyarlathotep who is called "the Haunter of the Dark", and dreamers of the church are haunted by the faceless god that they claim dwelt in the antechamber to hell. Many scholars believed the Bloodstone Emperor to have been the first High Priest of the church, a practitioner of the dark arts, necromancy, and cannibalism. His descendants are said to be inheritors of his torment and treachery, bound to the very same deities he once enslaved himself to." In which Naerys Targaryen, born Zhong Zilan, disputed bastard of King Viserys I, traitor wife to Gwayne Hightower, foresees the impending downfall of the Targaryen dynasty, and despite her desperate attempts, she finds herself powerless to prevent the inexorable march of death and destruction that looms over her family. Haunted by grotesque visions, her plight underscores the tragic futility faced by those burdened with foreknowledge in a world where destiny cannot be altered. Gwayne Hightower x YiTish OC

❝SHE'S GOT A SICKNESS, THAT ONE. IT'S IN HER BLOOD. SCARY TO THINK WHAT SHE'LL BE LIKE WHEN SHE'S FULL GROWN. IF THE GODS ARE GOOD, SHE'LL DIE BEFORE THAT.❞ In the North, there are whispers of a cruel and sickly girl lurking in the Dreadfort. Her skin is as pale as snow and her eyes are colder than winter itself. Her name is Drucilla Bolton, and she's the youngest daughter of Roose Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort. She keeps knives like a little girl keeps dolls and roams the castle in the dead of night, haunted by visions of a flayed man, tortured by guilt. And yet, as terrible and frightening as she is, there are whispers of another, one worse than her. A beast in human skin. A monster with a charming smile, capable of unimaginable violence. He hunts the Dreadwoods with his vicious pack of hounds and his pet Reek. He is Roose Bolton's bastard son, and he's determined to take his rightful place as the true heir of House Bolton. Fantasy Drama/Horror - Rated M - © AMBrossart

He never died... (Viserys III Targaryen x Witch!OC)

"Si tan solo pudiera mostrarle todo mi enojo, príncipe... Realmente lo desprecio". La niña que nació con una maldición: El rostro congelado, no puede llorar o sonreír. Evalys Dunkh, una pequeña muchacha traída de las tierras del dominio para servir en la lavandería real, un gran golpe de suerte en realidad, el futuro le sonríe entre cueros por pulir y ropa interior por tallar. Si algo ama Evalys son las aves, hermosos animales que pueden surcar los cielos, los envida, ese tarde en el establo oyó el chillido de un pájaro herido y no dudó en intervenir, ese error la llevó a sufrir años de cautiverio bajo las crueles manos de un príncipe desalmado. Maegor Targaryen, hijo de la primera esposa y reina Visenya Targaryen, la única con vida luego de la caída de Meraxes en Dorne, el único gran defecto: No posee un dragón. Un Targaryen sin dragón es un jinete vacío y patético, el joven príncipe solo puede desquitar su frustración continua arremetiendo contra cualquiera inocente que se cruce en su camino, esa sirvienta ya probó el acero y aún así su rostro no cambió de expresión, así el príncipe halló un nuevo juguete del que nunca se cansa. Portada hecha por ymkgns

Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love. ☆☆☆☆ All typical Game of Thrones/House of The Dragon warnings apply to this story, but I will put specific ones above each chapter.

The Gods whisper, offering their mysterious light to guide the path but never mercy. Rhaella Targaryen stands, but a pawn, trying to solve the riddle of the Crown until she realises that the riddles were written by men and faith did not lay the path, she did. Rhaella was King Viserys' second child, younger sister to the heir to the Throne, Rhaenyra Targaryen. Just five years old when her mother, Aemma, died, she spent her life holding the hand of Alicent Hightower instead and slowly forgetting the memory of the woman she had once loved so dearly. When the King's health declines, the question of succession is raised in the shadows where The Stranger lurks. Who to choose; the King's eldest son, or his chosen heir?