The dragons were dead. The blood of the dragon ran thin. But in the veins of Daena Blackfyre, the fire never went out. An exile with the scent of Eastern Cities on her skin and the shroud of a fallen rebellion in her shadow, Daena has spent a lifetime turning her scars into a suit of armour. Yet, she does not return to Westeros to claim a throne, but to harvest a debt. She is a woman of mystery, whispers and secrecy. A mistress of compacts and blood rites. She is an unseen spider in a world of loud men, a weaver of fates. In a world of loud men, she is the silent architect of ruin, a weaver of fates who knows that the world is merely a web and will is the hand that pulls the strings. And the will of the Gods must be followed. But even a weaver can be ensnared. In Prince Aerion Targaryen, she finds her mirror and her match, a man of wildfire and madness who seeks to own the very shadow that haunts him. He is the entitlement she despises and the fire she craves. Bound first by blood and courtly nearness and later by something far more perilous, their fates coil together like twin strands of smoke. A match that threatens to incinerate both West and East. A flame that will consume the very line of succession. A flame perfect to burn the woods and pave the path for The One to walk. ⪻────∘☽𖤓☾∘────⪼ The slow-burn is gonna burn so be prepared!!! There is lots of political drama, heavy religious themes, complex and dark romance, mature topics and things readers may find distressing!!

Set in the years before the events of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, this story follows Rhaella Targaryen, a quiet and distant daughter of Maekar Targaryen, whose fragile mind bears the same affliction that once plagued his brother. Kept close and hidden from a world she does not fully understand, her condition is managed, contained-and never spoken of. But in trying to protect her from the fate that claimed his kin, Maekar's careful watch begins to take a darker shape. As silence grows heavier than any outburst, the line between duty and devotion only seem to blur. In a house where blood remembers, some inheritances cannot be outrun. (This fanfic will loosely follow the original timeline/plot of the franchise, however not everything will be true to the story and i will change a few things)

When the family of Aegon the Conqueror came from the old Valyria, they brought with them a small group of people. A family with no name but with a single gift that made them stand out against any other...Dragon tongue. Valyrian magic runs through their veins, and their abilities are highly regarded by dragon riders. However, as the years passed, the family started to shrink for many tried to imprison and use their abilities for selfish reasons... until there was only 1 left ///////////////////////------------/////////////////// Naelys had been a fugitive of her captors along with her mother for many years. When her mother was killed by the same captors, she took flight with her new companion and didn't stop until both, the once-enslaved dragon and her collapsed. Their tired and beaten bodies were found close to King's Landing and were brought under the protection of King Viserys. This is how her story truly starts... when she woke up and punched Daemon Targaryen in the face.

"Not all men are meant to dance with dragons." Vhelda is a child whose identity must remain a secret. She is raised on Dragonstone by Dragon Keepers, before leaving for King's Landing to become one of them. Between the violence of the capital, the tensions growing within the Red Keep, her life as a Dragon keeper, and the attention of a Targaryen Prince, will she be able to keep her secrets and fulfil her duty ? Daemon Targaryen x fem OC Weekly updates Does not follow the storyline Trigger Warning : Mature content, curse words, depiction of violence (abuse, death, torture) and drinking, SMUT (sexual explicit scenes), Targcest ... Disclaimer : The characters, the universe and the main plot belongs to GRR Martin, HBO, and Warner Bros Studios

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.

In the years after the Blackfyre Rebellion, when dragons lived only in memory and the realm stood fragile beneath the Targaryen crown, Princess Valena the bone eyed dreamer and daughter of Prince Maekar and Dyanna Dayne is sent north to outrun the visions that haunt her sleep. Hardened by winter, the old gods and the new, she returns south for the Tourney at Ashford Meadows, where prophecy, politics, and forgotten bonds are rekindled. But dragon dreams are seldom merciful, and some fires are not meant to be quenched. Valarr Targaryen x femOC

‎ // In which a girl is sent north from the circling House Bolton, only to give her heart to the heir of Winterfell, and learn that love rarely survives, when war returns to the Seven Kingdoms. // [Pre-Season 1 - Season 4]

This is the story about Aenar Targaryen, otherwise known as Caspian Snow the older brother of Jon Snow. He was forced to leave Winterfell at fourteen and travel to Essos, for two years in Essos, he made a name for himself as the Dark Wolf, due to surviving impossible jobs that no man would ever take, no matter how much gold they would be rewarded. He then joined a small sellsword company, that in time became the largest and powerful force that could rival Westeros. He became the leader of the Sellsword company and its new naval force. They're called the Wolves Brigade. While traveling the seas, he made a temporary stop at King's Landing to resupply, Caspian visited the city, hearing all the stories from the books he read. He soon got into trouble when he witnessed a shop merchant being attacked by the city watch, he intervened trying to put a stop to it which resulted in a full-on brawl that ended the lives of a few city watch members by Caspian hand. Jon Arryn heard what was going on and along with the King's guard went down to the city and saw Caspian fighting the city watch and winning. It took two out of the seven members of the King's guard to subdue Caspian and have him locked up and awaiting Robert's judgment. When the trial started he was questioned about the fight, and he asserted that he was protecting a merchant who was being attacked by the city watch members. This trial would have gone on for hours until Jon Arryn convinced Robert to let him foster Caspian. Robert instantly agrees with Jon Arryn's request and so Caspian would be trained by Jon Arryn in everything, and just like Ned would see Jon Arryn like a grandfather. He spent another two years in King's Landing, becoming one of the most popular people in Westeros. (All rights belong to George R. R. Martin, the creator of a asoiaf, and all art and images belong to their respectful artist)

Lyanna Tyrell, princess of Highgarden, was raised in comfort and light, her childhood seemingly untouched by fear. Yet since she was very young, she has been haunted by the same nightmare: a dragon tearing her from her home. On her eighteenth birthday, that dream begins to take form. Her father tells her she has been betrothed to Aerion Targaryen of House Targaryen, grandson of the King of Westeros, a man feared throughout the realm as Aerion the Monstrous for his cruelty and vile acts. Lyanna begs not to leave Highgarden or be bound to a monster, but her father is unmoved. This marriage, he insists, is her duty. A Tyrell joined to House Targaryen will secure their house's future. As Lyanna is forced toward a fate she dreads, she must face a truth she has feared since childhood: her nightmares were never just dreams-they were a warning. If you have any suggestions or any questions and just want to leave feedback please leave a comment!

After Prince Aemond's eye were blinded, King Viserys, in an effort to bring peace to the realm and the family, sent a letter to Dragonstone proposing that Rhaenyra, her only daughter, betroth Daenerys Velaryon to Aemond. However, the story is far from simple, and Aegon changes everything. (The story is complete and the parts are finished.)