Rhaella Targaryen was born in Pentos in 117AC. She is the youngest daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Lady Laena Velaryon. The strange one, they called her. And strange indeed she was. Black OC x Aemond Targaryen(mainly)

In the realm of fire and blood, where dragons dance and ambition burns bright, two souls entwine in a fate forged by destiny's hand. Sitara Evangeline Potters-Black, mistress of death, lies on the precipice of childbirth, her essence flickering like a candle in the dark. In another life, Alicent Hightower, duty-bound and unfulfilled, faces her own peril in the throes of labor. As the veil between worlds thins, the gods intervene, trading their souls amidst the agony of creation-a rebirth wrapped in shadow. Awakening as Alicent Hightower, Sitara finds herself entangled in a web of power and rivalry, her heart heavy with the echoes of her past. Married to King Viserys Targaryen, she soon realizes that his love has waned, replaced by a growing affection for his daughter Rhaenyra. As their bond flourishes, Alicent's spirit wilts, suffocated by the weight of duty and a marriage steeped in disinterest. Yet, in the depths of her despair, a flicker of magic ignites within her-a dangerous gift that allows her to whisper the ancient tongues of dragons. Amidst the court's treachery and whispered betrayals, Alicent's path intertwines with that of Daemon Targaryen, the king's fierce brother. Initially adversaries in a deadly game of ambition, their hearts are drawn together, igniting a slow-burning flame that defies the boundaries of loyalty and duty. In the shadows of the Red Keep, passion blooms like a rose among thorns, a forbidden romance fraught with peril. In a world where every choice could lead to ruin, the stakes have never been higher. With the specter of death lurking, and alliances shifting like sand, can Alicent rise as a beacon of hope, or will she succumb to the darkness that seeks to claim her? The Dance of the Dragons beckons, and with it, the chance for redemption-or destruction. Rankings #1 in alicenthightower #1 in Houseofthedragon #1 in daemontargaryen

Evangeine Miller was just eighteen when illness stole her life in modern-day Scotland. But her final wish - to live among the Targaryens she adored - was heard by the gods. She awakens not as herself, but as Serenya Targaryen, the Dragon's Jewel: the eldest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, beloved by the people, bound to a dragon born in her cradle. Armed with memories of the story to come, Serenya holds a secret gift: a book only she can read, The Jewel's Chronicle, its pages blank and waiting for her to change the fate of her new house. But Serenya is rewriting history. And the Dance of the Dragons may never be the same.

As a child, you would wait and watch from far away But you always knew that you'd be the one That work while they all play In youth, you'd lay awake at night and scheme Of all the things that you would change But it was just a dream Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town From dust Will come When you will have to rise Above the best and prove yourself Your spirit never dies Farewell, I've gone to take my throne above But don't weep for me 'Cause this will be the labor of my love Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town From dust Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town From dust

Aegon accidentally transmigrated into the world of Game of Thrones and gained a game-like system for raising a family. As long as his bloodline endured for a thousand years without perishing, he would receive a reward upon completion-ascension to godhood. ...That year, the Valyrian Freehold burned bright, as powerful as dragonfire pouring over oil. That year, the Dragon Dreams of House Targaryen foretold a catastrophic Doom that would befall the Valyrian Peninsula. That year, a soul from another world arrived with a family system in hand and took control of a Dragonseed within a Valyrian fortress. Thus, the Targaryen dynasty welcomed their Regalus... Hurry! - Ride your dragons, we're entering the continent of Westeros! Whoosh~~

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Kayleigh went to Beaumont Academy to start over, not to solve a cold-case murder.

Does magic really exists? Yes. No or Maybe. No one knows not until Celestia Morgan accidentally saw a man manipulating rocks. Fantastic isn't it? She's left with no choice but to go with that strange creature. "Enter our world or die." She chooses the inaugural. But then is it really worth taking the risks if entering means putting her life on the line? Entering Magthonous Academy is just the start of her mysterious adventure or let's just say the start of her chase in finding her real self. Join as she divulge the mystery everyone forsake believing. "Who seeks shall find." Pleasure having you inside the Enchanters Academy. Highest rank : #7 in Fantasy #1 in Mystery #36 in Teenfiction #17 in Comedy Magthonous Academy : The Enchanters Academy Written by eloi11 All rights reserved, 2017. Date finished : April 06, 2019

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I smell her scent when she passed by beside me. I look at her, she is so beautiful, sexy and.. MATE!! My wolf howl inside my head.. I know.. I told him to calm down.. 'Mate with her!! PLEASE!! FASTER!!' I control my wolf.. He wants to MATE with HER.. I wonder if she already notice my scent or what.. Maybe she knows.. She look at my direction and our eyes met at lock to each other gaze.. 'Mate' her lips form this word.. I smile at her but she smirks.. What the hell.. then she walks away.. She look at my direction again and suddenly.....She winks at me.. " Let's have a game mate!" she said and started to walk away while swaying her hips... My wolf whimp in return and then lust can be visible in my eyes.. What a tease MATE I have.. Author's Note This is my second story!! Enjoy!! VOTE, COMMENT AND FAN!!!!