"And as she wept Stars fell from her eyes." ( house of the dragon ) ( season one - season two ) ( fem!oc )

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 ?? 🔥

"When fire meets the sea, the tides burn." A story of love, loyalty, and the girl who tamed both dragon and king. --- When Queen Aemma Arryn dies in 112 AC, grief grips the realm - and the Iron Throne sits heavier than ever beneath King Viserys Targaryen's sorrow. Yet among the whispers of alliance and ambition, one name rises like the tide. Lady Vaella Velaryon, eldest daughter of Corlys and Rhaenys, was born of sea and flame - a dragon egg gifted by King Viserys himself hatched in her cradle, giving her the mighty she-dragon Thalassa, the Tide-Fire. With her mother's grace and her father's courage, Vaella is beloved throughout court - the pearl of Driftmark, the dragonrider who tamed the sea. Lord Corlys Velaryon calls her his pride and heir, yet beneath his devotion lies a restless dream - that Velaryon blood, his blood, might one day sit the Iron Throne. So when the grieving king's eyes begin to linger too long upon Vaella, love becomes both promise and peril. For in Westeros, every heart is a battlefield - and when fire meets the sea, even the gods hold their breath.

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.