Lily Lawson had one obsession since 2009: The Vampire Diaries. While the world chased after Elena Gilbert's tragic beauty, Lily dreamed -she wanted to be Caroline Forbes She even joked that if reincarnation were real, she'd manifest herself into the Vampire Diaries universe as Caroline, far away from Elena's endless doom. Then life and death intervened. A freak lab explosion ended her life. But death wasn't the end. Waking up with honey-blonde waves, piercing blue eyes, and a voice that could charm anyone, Lily realizes her wish came true: she's Caroline Forbes in Mystic Falls. Armed with her foreknowledge of every twist and betrayal, she's ready to change fate, protect those she loves and claim the life she always deserved. Because this time, Caroline Forbes isn't playing by the script. And heaven help anyone who tries to stop her.

A man from another world dies and wakes as a boy in the North. A bastard named Jon Snow. But Jon Snow is no longer the quiet child of Winterfell. He remembers another life-one filled with machines, memory, and the knowledge of what's to come. With Winter on the horizon and the South already scheming, he chooses action over silence. From the black walls of the Night's Watch to the burning rivers of the Riverlands, Jon-forged anew as Daemon-will reshape Westeros with steel, fire, and foresight. He builds, he plans, he kills, and he remembers. And the game of thrones is no longer played by the rules the lords remember. A character-driven, realistic self-insert fic exploring war, prophecy, power, and the long night ahead. Probably smut in the future. 🎁 Support me or read ahead 10 chapters on Patreon: [patreon.com/jajasx222]

I've transmigrated! The bad news: I've become Tyrion Lannister from Game of Thrones. The good news: in this world, Tyrion isn't a dwarf. As Tywin Lannister's second son and heir to Casterly Rock, Tyrion grew up spoiled and unrestrained. He's tall, handsome, and carries long pale-gold hair that gleams faintly silver under the night. One eye emerald, the other violet-an unsettling charm that earned him the nickname "Lust Demon." Now armed with memories from another world, noble blood, and irresistible looks, Tyrion is ready to dominate the Seven Kingdoms. Countless lovers surround him, yet-does he truly love only one? A harem or a single heart? Magic, dragons, White Walkers, Citadel plots-no system, low magic, close to canon.

Waking up as a child after being run over by a truck was already a wild experience but waking up again as a princess of the Targaryen dynasty, right in the peak of its power? All I can really say is: what the hell. I expected to reunite with my mother in heaven, not open my eyes in a royal cradle. And yet... here I am, reborn as Helaena Targaryen.

"I'm not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile flame aged With misery And when our eyes meet I know you'll see I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I'm tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut I may seem crazy Or painfully shy And these scars wouldn't be so hidden If you would just look me in the eye I feel alone here and cold here Though I don't want to die But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside" In which a girl from our world is reborn in a show she barely knows anything about, as a girl named Vicki Donovan.

when a girl from this world dies and meets God and God gave her second chance to live in her favorite tv show....

The night Elena Gilbert's car sank into Wickery Bridge, the girl she used to be drowned with it. Left behind is someone sharper, quieter, and shadowed by half-remembered faces and voices that aren't hers. As summer bleeds into fall, she rebuilds her family and her friendships-unaware that a dangerous stranger is about to enter her world. Niklaus Mikaelson doesn't believe in fate. But he'll make an exception for the girl who shouldn't feel like home. Self-Insert Elena x Niklaus Mikaelson

||Complete|| Vaelyra Velaryon was never meant to exist. The second daughter of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen, she was born with memories of another life - a life where she had seen on a TV Show some of the brutal war known as the Dance of the Dragons. Knowing the fate of Westeros, Vaelyra refuses to be a mere spectator in history. With her wit, ambition, and the advantage of foresight, she devises a daring plan: to claim the Iron Throne for herself. Her greatest ally? Aemond Targaryen, the second son of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower. A boy once mocked for not having a dragon, Aemond's destiny changed the night he claimed Vhagar, the mightiest living dragon in the realm. With Vaelyra whispering in his ear, shaping his ambitions, he becomes more than just the Greens' deadliest weapon-he becomes a king in the making. Together, they forge an alliance that will shake Westeros to its core. But as the Blacks and the Greens wage war, as betrayals and bloodshed mount, one question remains: can they outplay fate itself and seize the Iron Throne? Or will history find a way to right itself, no matter how much they fight against it? The game of dragons has begun. And this time, the board is changed.

It was time. They needed a new Queen, a new Matriarch. They needed someone who would not only protect and defend, but fight and rule. Someone who would be balanced and morally gray. One who would know what was needed and not be afraid to give it or just be exactly what was needed no matter what. They needed a warrior. Finding her though was hard. They looked all through history and through every realm in the vast multiverse. Then as if by magic she was found. They saw the spark of her soul as it was first created. A beautiful silver that shined so brightly. It just needed a bit more, so they intervened (interfered). They added to the soul making it more than it was. They gave it knowledge, magic and power. They merged parts of other glorious female warrior souls with the new one. They even took as much as they could of other goddesses and gods, their Ichor and divinity, merging it with her soul. When they were done it was like holding the heart of the universe in their hands. They gave her everything she would need to be their Queen and Matriarch. They just made a few mistakes. First, they didn't pay attention to which gods and goddesses they merged with her. They didn't understand they added more underworld, death, war, magic and dark Divine than any other. The other mistake was family and life she was born into. They better hope the entire divine and mortal existence is ready. Because with Blood and Magic When The Valkyrie Falls The Dark Queen Rises

/!\ I hate doing that but this story is On Hold for the foreseeable future. Elliott Winters was a pretty average girl with a pretty average life. Well that is if you ignore the fact that her best friend since childhood was the all knowing ghost of a boy who died over 1000 years ago. She was your average college student, completly broke and denying the existance of any of her problems by watching The Aristocats over and over. Up until one day she gets kidnapped and meet the first (alive) Mikaelson brother. Then her life just completly lose sense and now she has to survive in a world full of vampires, werewolves, witches, coffins, magical daggers and... human sacrifices? Thank the gods, the Mikealsons seem to like her and want to protect her for some reasons. The Mikaelson men X OC Finn just needs the embodiement of a ray of sunshine to show him he wasn't a monster. Kol just needs someone who would be on his side. Klaus just needs someone who won't try to kill him. Henrik just needs someone to see him even if he's on the Other Side. Elijah just needs someone to look after him the way he always looks after his siblings. Elliott just needs a family to come home to. I only own Elliott and her plotline. English is not my first language. AN: Hey! So this is the first time I publish a book in English but I already have a shit ton of chapers for this one so I figured I could share it with the internet. For now I think I'll drop a chapter every Wednesday. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think about it.