''A dragon is neither male nor female'' Rhaenyra Targaryen died in the jaws of a dragon, watching her legacy turn to ash while the realm she bled for crumbled. But the gods-or the fire-are not finished with her. Waking in the body of her six-year-old self, Rhaenyra is a ghost in a child's skin, possessed of a lifetime of grief and the cold wisdom of a fallen Queen. Armed with the secrets of a future that hasn't happened yet, Rhaenyra sets out to purge the vipers from her court and reclaim the throne before the first drop of blood is ever spilled.

Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen died drinking wildfire, believing it was the only way he could become the dragon he was destined to be and finally shed the fleshy body that held his stolen divinity. Great was his shock when he opened his eyes again, his throat still burning and the sensation of fire consuming his organs, in the arms of the woman who had heard so many stories: Rhaenyra Targaryen. "My little Aerion," she had called him. And Aerion understood that this was a second chance granted by the Gods. If he eliminated the rot that had tried to seize the Throne, perhaps the dragons would be saved, and he would finally achieve the glory he so longed for. For that, he had to choose a side, a simple task for him. "I'd rather drown in the bathtub than be in the same place as that whore Hightower," he had said, disgusted and filled with raw, unadulterated hatred. Thus, Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen's loyalty had been decided. Aerion would swear fealty to Rhaenyra. Or rather, to Jacaerys Velaryon. But who would have thought that a mere weak Heir could have control over a monster like Aerion? HOTD x AKOTSK

This is the second book in the series. You can access the first book via the link below. Book 1: https://www.wattpad.com/story/389766712-wizard-lord-of-westeros-book-i At 32 years old, Harry Potter, Order of Merlin - First Class, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE), walked through the Veil while awaiting his death because he was tired of this life. But Fate, or perhaps Death, had different plans. Beyond the Veil, he arrived in a world unknown to him. Woke up with a 7-year-old boy's body in a Kingdom called "North". With the symbol of Deathly Hallows on the back of his right hand. As the son of a House Lord. A new life, a new beginning, and a second chance to live the life he wants. --------------- If you want to access early chapters, maps, character pictures, and read ahead of time, you can visit my p@treon page and become a member or patron. Even small supports are appreciated. You can find my page at: www.patreon.com/c/vanguard_v

An unknown powerful Dragon Lord with the knowledge of modern world and future comes into turbulent time of the Dance of Dragons. With lineage greater than Targaryen could ever hope to achieve. What change would it bring to the fate of others?? Read to find out the adventures of Daeranyx Drakonar, the Valyrian Dragonlord whose house was at the pinnacle of Old Valyria during its golden age. Your support would be nice. patreon.com/TheBigDog78

What if the gods had taken a different life than that of one of Aemma's stillbirths? What if in 94 A.C. it was not Laenor Velaryon who was born but Aemma Arryn and Viserys Targaryen's first child, Bealon Targaryen? What if they had given this child a gift that was similar but so different to that of Daenys the Dreamer? This is the story of Baelon Targaryen, first of his name, lord of the Seven Kingdoms and king of the Rhoyners, Andals and the First Men, king of all dragons (English is not my first language so let me be in peace about that) Only the characters not in the books or the shows are mine; anything else is not mine but Georges. I don't know if I have to say this, but I use AI to write this story, of course i only use Ai for the basis and edit the chapters afterwards but i use it nontheles, as im not grat at writing and just want to get the idea out of my head and publish it so that anyone that wants to can read it if they have the same idea. If you don't like it, don't read it. I just write this for my enjoyment and because I wanted a story with a plot like this, not because I'm a good writer.

No instante final antes da morte, Daniel sente o mundo se despedaçar - fogo, metal e o vazio absoluto o engolem quando seu avião cai do céu. Mas a morte não é o fim. Ele desperta em um salão ancestral de pedra negra, diante de Balerion, a entidade dracônica mais antiga e poderosa do tempo. Com voz feita de trovões e brasas, Balerion lhe oferece um pacto: renascer em um novo mundo - Westeros - e cumprir uma missão impossível: impedir ou atenuar a devastadora Dança dos Dragões. Assombrado pelo medo e fascinado pelo desconhecido, Daniel aceita. Em troca, ganha três dádivas: uma dragoa colossal da linhagem de Smaug, um corpo com força de semideus e uma espada mágica forjada no fogo das estrelas. Uma nova lenda começa - entre brasas, asas e a promessa de reescrever a história.

Harry conseguiu matar Voldemort na batalha do ministério, mas perdeu seu padrinho no processo. Abandonado pelo mundo bruxo após o evento e sendo obrigado a voltar para casa dos tios, decide que não queria mais aquilo. Ao ir em Gringottes, descobriu que o testamento de Sirius lhe deu mais liberdade do que Dumbledore quer que ele tenha.

When a game developer from modern-day Earth wakes in the body of Prince Aegon Targaryen, the long-forgotten third son of Baelon the Brave, he expects nothing more than a swift, bloody end in the shadows of his more famous brothers, Viserys and Daemon. But fate has other plans. Aegon remembers everything: dragons, fire, politics... and the unfinished class tree system he'd been coding at the time of his death. Somehow, it lives within him now, reborn in his soul. Each decision grants him access to traits and abilities no Targaryen has ever wielded; [Pyromancer], [Demon Knight], and secrets yet to be unlocked. As the Seven Kingdoms groan under the weight of scheming lords, rising dragons, and prophetic whispers of doom, Aegon walks a knife's edge, one foot in prophecy, the other in rebellion against fate itself. With a mind sharpened by two lifetimes and power drawn from beyond the known world, he'll either forge a new destiny for House Targaryen... or burn it all down. *** Rankings: 🥇#1 in hotd [06/4/26] 🥇#1 in asoiaf [30/3/26] 🥇#1 in litrpg [30/3/26] 🥇#1 in gameofthrones [31/3/26] 🥇#1 in asongoficeandfire [31/3/26]

"This is the first time I've ever written, decided to translate this fanfic and finish it." Jon Snow, a boy destined for a life of contempt by almost everyone around him, but a divine intervention can change everything. The boy who will pave the way to build the most powerful nation in the world. I crafted this story with a focus on the creation of a kingdom, battles, economy, navigation, and exploration of the entire universe of Planetos, with a central character in mind. Am I wealthy? The Stormlands, Dorne, the Reach, and the Westerlands all want to establish trade agreements with me. And the East? I have trade agreements with Braavos, Pentos, Myr, Tyrosh, Lys, and Volantis. I can negotiate with everyone in Essos, except in the Slaver's Bay after I stole 100,000 chained men from them. So, do you have enemies in Essos? About that? I indeed have quite a few. I started by stealing slaves from them, then raised a khalasar and began a bloodbath in the Dothraki Sea for fun. I was even named a Khal in Vaes Dothrak. Not to mention, the last time I went to Essos, I toppled the Titan's statue in Braavos. They wanted to stop me from destroying the House of Black and White. That day wasn't very pleasant for the Braavosi. Wow, and the kingdoms below the Wall? The Wall? It no longer exists; I brought it down a while ago. I took the North as part of my kingdom and left the South of the Neck to the Southerners. They tried to reclaim the kingdom, but now the Southerners tremble when they feel my armies on their lands. I've personally killed one or two of their kings. Really? Yes, ask what's left of Oldtown. I would answer, it turned to ashes. Lannisport? I burned it. Casterly Rock? It's at the bottom of the sea. The Twins? I blew up the entire place. King's Landing? The city is standing, but the Red Keep is history.