How does a summons to Gringotts flip Harry Potter's already messed up life upside down? What is this about being a Lord of an ancient and extinct House of Caliban? Why is the House of Black cursed? Why does Harry have to find his answers with his worst enemies and not what he thought were his friends and family? Harry can never catch a break.

Nas sombras do Trono de Ferro e sob os ventos gélidos do Norte, ressurge uma história esquecida - a das filhas de Rhea Royce e Daemon Targaryen. Forjada entre o bronze do Vale e o fogo valiriano, a jovem Rhaella Targaryen carrega nos olhos o brilho de um dragão e, no espírito, a força indomável de sua mãe. Após anos sob a proteção da irmã mais velha, Lady Daella Royce, sua vida muda ao ser prometida ao herdeiro da Casa Stark, numa aliança que pode selar a paz entre o Vale, o Norte e Porto Real. Mas o coração de Rhaella pertence a outro - um amor antigo, sepultado sob memórias e silêncios. À medida que o casamento se aproxima, alianças se fragilizam e uma guerra silenciosa desponta no horizonte. Dividida entre o dever e o desejo, Rhaella precisará escolher entre o caminho traçado para ela... ou o fogo do próprio destino. Fúria de Bronze é uma história de poder, sacrifício e paixões perigosas - onde cada escolha pode mudar o rumo de Westeros para sempre.

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

𝐀𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐞𝐮𝐫 𝐝'𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐮, 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞́𝐠𝐧𝐞́𝐞 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐞̀𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞 𝐝'𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞̂𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞̂𝐭𝐞 𝐚̀ 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞́𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. Laenora Targaryen, perle née du sang des dragons, n'a jamais cherché le pouvoir, pourtant tous se pressent à ses pieds - fascinés par son éclat, ses rires et sa dignité tranquille. Daemon Targaryen, prince indomptable, n'a jamais supporté d'être ignoré, encore moins par elle. Entre défis murmurés, regards volés et luttes silencieuses, deux âmes forgées par le feu se cherchent, se déchirent et se consument lentement. Dans un monde où l'amour est une arme aussi dangereuse que l'acier, peuvent-ils seulement s'appartenir sans s'anéantir ? 𝐔𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐮 𝐝'𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐮̀ 𝐥'𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞̂𝐥𝐞 𝐚̀ 𝐥𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞, 𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮̀ 𝐜𝐞́𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐞̂𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞́𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞́𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⚠️Comme toujours, les photos utilisées pour les couvertures ne m'appartiennent pas. Tout comme l'univers Original House of the Dragon ⚠️

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Eléa Targaryen of House Stark and House Targaryen. The daughter of King Aegon Targaryen the Conqueror and Queen Lilyanna Stark the last Princess of the North. The Spring Princess, Stormbringer, Mother of Wolves and Dragons, Queen-Beyond-The-Wall, White Viper of Sandspear, Black Lioness of Casterly Rock, Blue Lily of Highgarden, Winter Rose of Winterfell, The Goddess of the North. [ GAME OF THRONES ] [ FAN FICTION ] Pronunciation: E-leia like from Star Wars & Wall-E [WARNING: Multi-ship Love Interests] [Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow, Aurane Waters, Troy Martell(OC)] DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN GAME OF THRONES, EXCEPT THE ONES I'VE CREATED. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES BEING USED IN THIS BOOK AS WELL. I ONLY OWN SOME OF THE PLOT AND MY CHARACTERS. Ranks: #1 in winteriscoming 4/7/2019 #1 in AegonTargaryen 7/11/2019 #1 in Cersei 6/22/2020 #1 in Tyrion 7/21/2020 #2 in Velaryon 5/23/2026 #3 in Cersei 2/8/2019 #3 in Direwolf 2/18/2020 #3 in Asoiaf 11/23/2021 #4 in Rhaenys 5/17/2019 #6 in GOT 6/26/2020 #7 in Martell 10/23/2020 #11 in jonsnow 12/29/2025 #14 in GameofThrones 7/14/2022 #68 in maturethemes 11/16/2021

"The North remembers, and Winter is Coming" Lyarra Stark, the younger twin sister of Robb Stark, with the looks of a Tully and and the spirit of a Stark. Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice and Fire. I only own my OC, Alysanne Stark.

Ahsoka Velaryon. Unlike her brothers Jacaerys, Lucaerys, and Joffery. Ahsoka was born with stark white hair that was incredibly thick and coarse, eyes so striking it was said to look at them was like staring at Amethyst, and tinted skin kissed by the sun. Just like her father. Her true father. The realm knows her to be the only trueborn child of Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen. Mistreated and scrutinized by her mother, who favors her bastard brothers. For she is the daughter of duty and honor while her brothers are the sons love and choice. Young Ahsoka tries so hard to prove she's worthy of her mother's love. To show her that she's not just a duty that she had to perform. She's not a burden that was laid to her breast. She was her daughter. Her only daughter. Her first born. Is Ahsoka strong enough to play the Game of Thrones? Maybe with the help of a certain One-Eye prince. AemondxOC Published before Season 2 Rankings I've received 🥹 #1 hotd #1 Jacaerys #1 Laenor #1 Velaryon #1 AemondxOC #2 Iron Throne #3 got #3 Aemond Targaryen

ℑ𝔩 𝔫𝔢 𝔩'𝔞 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔢́. ℑ𝔩 𝔫𝔢 𝔩'𝔞 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔢́. 𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔮𝔲'𝔞𝔲 𝔧𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔲̀ 𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢 𝔞 𝔡𝔢́𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢́𝔢 𝔡𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔯. Envoyée pour apaiser le prince le plus imprévisible de Westeros, May Calvaris n'est ni douce, ni docile. Elle est calme. Redoutable. Digne. Et face à elle, Daemon Targaryen, chevalier de feu et d'ombre, ne sait qu'opposer le silence à l'attente, la fuite au lien, la guerre au cœur. Mariés sans amour, ils deviennent étrangers, ennemis même - dans un même lit, dans une même forteresse. Elle endure. Il s'éloigne. Jusqu'au moment où elle décide de rompre ce serment qu'il n'a jamais honoré. Mais quand elle tourne les talons, il comprend enfin ce qu'il a laissé mourir. Et le dragon rugit, non pour détruire, mais pour reconquérir. Pas une amante. Pas une épouse. Mais la seule femme qu'il n'a jamais su mériter. Un duel de silences, de regards, de blessures muettes. Une ennemie. Une amante. Une flamme qu'il n'avait pas su nommer. ⚠️Comme toujours, les photos utilisées pour les couvertures ne m'appartiennent pas. Tout comme l'univers Original House of the Dragon ⚠️

𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒, las viejas profecías tienen un eco inquietante que resuena en los oídos de aquellos que buscan el poder. En el año en que Rhaegal Targaryen nació bajo un cielo compartido por la luna y el sol, los maestres susurraron palabras antiguas que presagiaban un destino sellado por fuego y sombras. 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍, la legítima heredera al Trono de Hierro, se enfrenta a una marea creciente de traiciones y desafíos que amenazan su ascenso al poder. Decidida a fortalecer su reclamo y asegurar su lugar en el trono, toma una arriesgada decisión: casarse con su hermano menor, Rhaegal, cuya lealtad inquebrantable y destreza se convierten en piezas clave en su lucha. 𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐙 𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍̃𝐎𝐒, Rhaegal es un príncipe envuelto en misterio y marcado por una cicatriz que le hizo su propia madre, Alicent Hightower. 𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 cuelga de un hilo, las alianzas se forjan y se rompen en un juego mortal de ambiciones, y el rugido de los dragones anuncia la llegada de una nueva era de fuego y sangre.