The future is inherently unpredictable and often presents unforeseen circumstances. This proved true for the Mikaelson siblings, particularly Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah, upon discovering they have offspring, significantly altering their lives. Will the Mikaelsons successfully navigate this new reality, rectify past errors, or will they succumb to the consequences of their actions? Read *The Mikaelson Children's Fate* to learn the outcome. Disclaimer: We don't own TVD, TO, or Legacies. All rights go to Julie Plec.

Dragons were meant to tear each other from the sky. The blood of Old Valyria was meant to drown itself in fire and grief. And the realm itself was meant to burn beneath their war. And yet... it never came to pass. On the night at Driftmark, Vaelira Targaryen-the twin sister of Lucerys Velaryon-changed the fate of House Targaryen forever when she took Prince Aemond Targaryen's eye defending her brothers. Unrepentant for what she had done and feared for the fire that burned within her, Vaelira was condemned to a fate crueler than death: torn away from her family, promised to the prince she had scarred, and exiled to the Vale of Arryn while the realm quietly waited for war. But far from Dragonstone, Vaelira begins to dream. Dreams of dragons falling from the sky. Dreams of her family drowning in blood and flame. Dreams of a war so devastating that even history would remember it as tragedy. The Dance of the Dragons. And when the gods of the Fourteen Flames offer her the chance to prevent that future, Vaelira makes a choice no child should ever have to make: she gives up her life for the people who once cast her aside. Her death shakes the realm. Her prophecies begin to come true. And slowly, impossibly, the future itself begins to change. The Dance never comes. The dragons survive. Only then is the truth finally revealed before both Blacks and Greens alike: Vaelira Targaryen did not die out of despair. She died as a sacrifice. But death was never the end of her story. For while Westeros mourned the daughter it had lost, another world welcomed a girl with emerald eyes and a lightning-shaped scar- a child whose fate would once again be touched by prophecy. Now, the family that once cast Vaelira aside must witness the life she lived after death-her joys, her grief, her battles, her sacrifices-and confront the terrible truth they realized far too late: that the girl they pushed away had loved them enough to save them all.

Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall and the rest of the Originals are pulled from different timelines to watch the story-movie of their lives. We have Klaus and Hayley from their original timeline along with the Mikaelson Family and the characters from TVD taken into a theater to watch and react to the.... What Happens After Movie- Story. !!! Descriptive, explicit sex scenes. Swearing. As always I don't own the Originals, But I do own the creative content.

All of Beacon Hills knew Jennifer Check. She was the nicest girl in Beacon Hills. She was friends since childhood with Lydia Martin, the resident IT girl. Sadly when her friends got involved in the supernatural, they refused to tell her. They wanted to keep her safe. Sadly she found herself tangled in the worst ways. Or The McCall pack and others watch as their actions have ruined their innocent kind best friend's life, and are forced to watch as she transformed into a monster. {Teen Wolf x Jennifer's Body} {Jennifer x Lydia} {Season 2}

A few months after King Viserys I Targaryen ascends the Iron Throne, the realm gathers in a grand celebration-a chance for the new king to better know his lords, for alliances to strengthen, and for the future to take shape. But as the torches burn and cups are raised, an ancient power stirs. Without warning, time itself bends. A chosen few-Targaryens, Velaryons, and the great houses of Westeros-are pulled from the celebration, their fates bound by forces older than dragons. The Fourteen Flames of Valyria have awakened, and they have a truth to reveal. Here, those summoned are confronted with a harrowing reality: their choices, their betrayals, and their blind ambitions will unravel the realm, leading to war, death, and the ruin of House Targaryen itself. To illuminate their folly, they are granted a rare vision-one that transcends time and fate. Before them unfolds the life of Visenya Velaryon, firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon. But this is no simple tale of dragons and crowns. They will witness the forging of a queen-from the moment she takes her first breath to the day she reshapes the very foundation of Westeros. They will see a ruler unlike any before her, one who embodies the true essence of Fire and Blood. Neither blind to peace nor a slave to war, she is sharp of mind, steel of will, and unafraid to wield both words and a blade. Through the flickering visions of an alternate world, these chosen few must ask themselves: Does the future demand change? Or are they fated to let history repeat itself-until the realm is drowned in fire once more?

She never drew a breath in their world. Yet by the end of the vision... they would all ache for her. A feast unfolds in a flickering hall filled with laughter, joy, and the fragile illusion of peace. Laena Velaryon's womb carries new life, Daemon Targaryen stands restored by her side, and Rhaenyra Targaryen cradles her third son. The realm holds its breath. Then-time stops. The gods-or something older-speak. And they do not offer blessing, but memory... of a world that never was. There, from a fractured union with Rhea Royce, Daemon fathered a daughter: Vaelora Targaryen. Born of bitterness, raised with grace, she becomes the ember that softens the forge. She is clever, but not cruel. Bold, but not reckless. And in her quiet, radiant defiance, she rewrites the stories others accepted as fate. She is not a conqueror. She is not crowned. Yet kingdoms shift in her wake. Her words challenge doctrine. Her gaze unravels deceit. Her compassion turns enemies into allies. In this vision, the realm is not ruled, but healed. Enemies speak. Brothers stay brothers. And dragons soar not to destroy, but to protect. In her world, dragons are not only weapons, but companions. Duty does not silence the soul. And love-dangerous, defiant love-is not punished, but honored. As the gathered nobles watch her life unfold, something ancient stirs within them-regret, longing, love. For a daughter who never was. For a future they never earned. And for Daemon, it is a slow, devastating truth: By ending one life, he may have denied the world the only one who could have saved it. One question remains: If a single girl could change the world... why did they deny her the chance?

During the height of the First Wizarding War, Gellert Grindelwald is closer than ever to victory - and to fulfilling the obsession that has consumed him since boyhood: becoming Master of Death. Convinced that the Deathly Hallows hold the key not only to triumph, but to immortality itself, he attempts a forbidden ritual said to reveal the path to absolute power. But when Albus Dumbledore and a group of resistance witches and wizards intervene, the ancient magic shatters. Instead of stopping the ritual, they become trapped inside it. And the spell - torn between Grindelwald's ambition and Dumbledore's desperation - twists in on itself. It spirals out of control, tearing open a window not to the dead... but to the future. What follows is chaos. The battlefield dissolves into a storm of visions - fragmented glimpses of a world yet to come: A boy with a lightning scar. A second Dark Lord rising. A castle under siege. A wand older than time changing hands. Death walking beside a child. The flashes are brief, confusing, and horrifying - not enough to understand, but too much to forget. As visions crackle and futures unravel before their eyes, Grindelwald sees destiny as a weapon. Dumbledore sees a warning. And the resistance sees a terrible truth: The darkest wizard of their century is not the last.

The night House Targaryen fractures beyond repair, the gods themselves intervene. As the echoes of steel and fury fill the halls of the Red Keep, Aemond Targaryen stands bloodied but unbroken, having claimed Vhagar at the cost of his eye. Alicent Hightower, blinded by grief and rage, demands justice-an eye for an eye. Rhaenyra Targaryen, protective and unyielding, stands between her son and retribution. King Viserys, weary and failing, tries to hold his family together. But before the first blow can be struck, the very flames in the throne room shift-turning blue and gold. The 14 Flames of Valyria emerge, ethereal and ancient, their voices layered with the weight of history. They bring neither salvation nor vengeance, only the cold truth: "You were never worthy of the blessing the gods once considered bestowing upon you." Before their eyes, the court is forced to witness visions of another world-one where Visenya Velaryon, the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon, existed. A child destined to be the savior of the Seven Kingdoms. A ruler who could have mended what was broken. A future that was never theirs. But will these glimpses of an untaken path change anything? Will they learn from the wisdom of a world where Visenya existed? Or are they doomed to the same path of fire and blood, unable to escape their fate? A story of divine judgment, lost destiny, and the tragedy of what could have been, Visions of the Unborn Queen asks one haunting question: if given the chance to see their mistakes, would the Targaryens ever truly change?

The Targaryens believed themselves invincible - dragons at their command, a dynasty forged in fire and blood. Yet power breeds pride, and pride blinds even the strongest kings. Warned by the gods through dreams, King Viserys I Targaryen gathers his fractured family. They are warned of what lies ahead - a future of war, betrayal, and ruin. The Dance of Dragons. A war that will consume their house, shatter their thrones, and bleed the realm dry. Their dragons will fall, their children will perish, and their family - once the mightiest force in Westeros - will crumble into ashes. But fate is never so simple. There was another path - a future shaped by a flame that never had the chance to burn. In another world, a queen rose from fire and shadow - Visenya Velaryon, the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor. With emerald green eyes laced with gold, she was fierce yet just, commanding yet wise. From childhood, she was shaped by fire and hardship - a daughter who stood at her mother's side, a warrior who earned the respect of knights and kings alike. When crowned queen, her reign was known as the Golden Age - an era of peace, prosperity, and dragons that soared higher than ever before. Where alliances were forged instead of broken. Where House Targaryen ruled not by fear, but by loyalty. One queen. One life. One flame that could have saved them all. But here... she was never born. As the Targaryens watch her life unfold - her victories, her heartbreaks, her sacrifices - they are haunted by a bitter truth: Their fall was not destined... it was earned. Now, with the echoes of a forgotten queen lingering in their minds, the Targaryens are left to face an impossible question: Can they change their fate... or is the fire that could have saved them already lost to the ashes?

The dragons reign. The realm celebrates. And no one sees the shadow creeping beneath the snow. In the golden heart of the Targaryen dynasty, a grand feast is held beneath the sky to honor the birth of Lucerys Velaryon, second son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. Lords from every corner of Westeros gather-velvet and steel, pride and banners, fire and ambition. Even the ancient blood of the North answers the call, as House Stark rides south for the feast. But amid music and merriment, a voice not heard in a thousand years slithers through the air-neither man nor beast, neither living nor dead. A voice of leaf and earth and sorrow, of old gods who once shaped the world. The Children of the Forest have awoken... to show the truth. From the smoke that twists in the air, visions of the future unfurl. A world bound for ruin-where ice and death rise, where the dead walk once more, and the flames of dragons may be the only hope against a shadow that none can outrun. A prophecy thought forgotten, the dream of Aegon the Conqueror, is made flesh. But there is more, much more.Amidst the ravaging cold, a new name emerges-Eira Snow, a daughter of fire and ice, whose fate will entwine with the last hope of the living. She is not the promised prince. She is something else. The sword of the realm's salvation, or its undoing. The kingdoms may fall. The blood of dragons may turn to ash. But the war that awaits them all-the war between life and death-will determine the fate of not only Westeros, but of the very world itself. As the flames remember, they will burn.