After the fall of House Targaryen, two sisters survive the ashes. Visenya Targaryen, trueborn daughter of Rhaegar and Elia Martell, grows in exile beside Daenerys Stormborn, bound by blood, fire, and a promise to rule the world of men. Where Daenerys is forged in flame, Visenya is shaped by prophecy, patience, and the quiet will of conquerors long dead. When dragons rise from the pyre and a witch speaks of broken wombs and future kings, destiny divides their paths. Daenerys is meant for Essos. Visenya is called home to Westeros. Between steel and snow, love and legacy, conquest and counsel, Visenya must claim a throne not with madness, but with a dream older than the realm itself. This is the story of fire that learns to rule, and dragons who dare to dream again.

This is the story of Princess Eiraella Targaryen, a princess of the blood born into the glory and danger of House Targaryen. She is the daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and his beloved queen, Aemma Arryn, and the twin sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. While her sister is destined to rule and claim dragons as her birthright, Eiraella walks a different path. In a dynasty defined by fire and blood, she remains dragonless-an unusual fate for a Targaryen princess. Yet what she lacks in flame, she makes up for in intellect, resolve, and quiet strength. Set within the splendor and intrigue of the royal court, her story unfolds in the shadow of the Iron Throne. As the youngest member of the Small Council, Eiraella must navigate the dangerous politics of the Red Keep, where loyalty is fragile and ambition burns hotter than dragonfire. Surrounded by powerful lords, shifting alliances, and the ever-present weight of her family's legacy, she must prove that power does not come only from dragons-but from wisdom, courage, and an unyielding will. This is the tale of a princess without a dragon, striving to find her place in the House of the Dragon. 🔥🐉🔥 So far only Princess Eiraella is my own creation; all other characters and much of the world remain as portrayed in House of the Dragon. The story follows the main plot of the series, though certain events and details have been reimagined to weave her journey seamlessly into the unfolding drama. As this is my first fanfiction-and English is not my first language-there may be mistakes along the way. Still, this story is written with passion and admiration for the world of fire and blood, and I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed creating it. 🔥🐉🔥 A tale of fire and blood set upon parchment, where dragons stir and wolves remember... 🥚Story journey: started 07.02.2025 / ended 10.06.2026🔥

The story is about two Targaryen girls who were able to change the fate of the inhabitants of Westeros, break centuries-old traditions and improve the fate of all. Love and hate will clash with each other

She was promised to a Stark... Just not this one. Rhaelys Targaryen, twin to Jacerys and daughter of Queen Rhaenyra, was meant to marry Cregan Stark...until war, fire, and fate tore her from her time. Now trapped two hundred years in the future, she finds herself in Winterfell... face to face with a different Stark. Robb Stark. With her family gone, her dragons lost, and her name written as dead, Rhaelys must decide who she is in a world that has no place for her. But the North remembers... Even when history does not.

.・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。. Given a second life in a world ruled by fire and blood, Aelin Targaryen wants nothing more than peace, family, and a quiet existence far from thrones and wars. Reborn with memories of a past life, she knows exactly how cruel fate can be, especially for her younger sister, Daenerys. When Viserys plans to sell Dany to the Dothraki, Aelin steps into the path of destiny herself and becomes the bride of Khal Drogo instead. What begins as a sacrifice slowly turns into an unexpected bond, forged in strength, loyalty, and respect. Standing beside the most powerful khalasar in Essos, Aelin chooses to fight, not for a throne of her own, but to protect her sister and help Daenerys reclaim the kingdom that was stolen from them. Khal Drogo x OC .・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。.

Presumed dead. Enslaved for years. Returned to a realm that had already moved on. Elaena Targaryen was meant to be the heir to the Iron Throne until fate stole her crown, her childhood, and her place in history. Now returned from the shadows, she walks a fragile line between duty and desire, power and pain, past and present. At her side, unwilling yet unyielding, stands Daemon Targaryen. A warrior, prince, and the man who plays the game of thrones for her. But the realm is splintering. The Dance of the Dragons looms. And between court whispers and wildfire hearts, Elaena must decide what kind of woman she will be and who, if anyone, she can truly trust. A story of grief, resilience, forbidden love, and the war that would tear House Targaryen apart. Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones, A Song of Ice and Fire or House of the Dragon; all credit goes to George R.R Martin. I only own Elaena Targaryen and my other Original Characters. Warning: It's a House of the Dragon fanfiction which means that there will be adult language and content.

Visenya Targaryen youngest daughter of Viserys and Aemma sister to Rhaneyra. She starts to fall for the rouge prince and realizes they are twin flames ment to be. Daemon x Visenya (OC) ⚠️mature content, incest, sexual interest, abuse, toucher, pleasure, etc.⚠️ My old story was deleted by Wattpad so here is the updated story of My Dragon

Wherein Otto Hightower has an elder daughter called Alerie Hightower who is as cunning as him but not willing to e her younger sister suffer the results of what her father plans on doing This is that story

Naella Targaryen, first of her name. A queen whose heart never recovered. It began with her need to prove herself, but at what cost? Was any of the suffering worth it? Long silver hair cascading like water, her blood like liquid fire, she was born to make history. A girl who lost her mother to a queen of fire and blood. "If I am to die by fire, let it be yours". Targaryen (OC) X Daemon Targaryen.

"Is this some kind of joke?" I whispered in shock, my voice trembling as I stared at the reflection in the ornate mirror before me. Well, her mirror. The polished silver showed a face I knew all too well-just not my own. Pale skin, a cascade of silver-gold hair, and violet eyes that could only belong to one person. "Who the hell did I piss off to become her? The Black Queen?" My words were almost a growl as I gripped the edges of the vanity, the cold metal biting into my fingers. That's right. One moment, I was just me, heading home after another long day, and the next... a car came out of nowhere. I don't even remember the impact, not really. It was too fast. No flashes of light, no angelic choirs-just darkness. And then I was here. The next thing I knew, a maid was shaking me awake, her voice trembling with reverence as she called me Princess Rhaenyra. Yeah. That Rhaenyra. The Black Queen herself. The one and only Maegor with tits.