the twins with differences * One girl was born with a gift, while the other was left behind in more ways than one.

Lucerys Velaryon, a beautiful dragonrider with brown hair and striking features reminiscent of Jocelyn Baratheon, is known across Westeros as the Pearl of Driftmark. Raised on Driftmark under the care of her grandsire Corlys Velaryon, she is beloved throughout the realm. When the Prince of Dorne hears of the legendary "Pearl," he travels from Sunspear to meet her. What begins as curiosity soon grows into a powerful bond that could change the balance of power in Westeros.

Mystic Fall has seen vampires, witches, and Originals. But it has never seen her.

√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡. 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧]

Princess Valora Velaryon, Daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and the Late Ser Laenor Velaryon, Heir to the Iron Throne, Rider of Naelys, was known across the realm as a kind, charitable young girl and devoted mother who would one day be their Queen. Until her grandfather died and her mother's throne was usurped, in an effort to gain support for her mother's cause, Valora rode out to Storm's End, where she came face to face with her Uncle Aemond Targaryen. The ensuing fight led to Valora's death. Yet that was not to be the end of her story, as the Princess was reborn as Pallene "Allie" Jackson, Daughter of Poseidon and Sally Jackson. Now those Valora unwillingly left behind have been brought together to watch her life as Valora and her new life as Pallene . (Watching the Series/Watching the Books)

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥." ➳ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a girl makes a wish for the wrong god, making her face a prophecy she shouldn't know of, 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 apollo won't let the daughter of hades go. THE CHARACTERS ARE 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 FROM 16!! follows percy jackson and the olympians 1-5 ---𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 (SLOW BURN) blood, killing, violence, smut? death, strong language, death threats & more.

Before her marriage to Daemon, Rhaenyra Targaryen bears a daughter with Laenor Velaryon-Aemyra Targaryen, a trueborn dragon in both blood and spirit. While Rhaenyra once dreamed of raising a future queen, what she creates instead is something far more dangerous: a cold-blooded tactician, a ruthless enforcer. Aemyra is more dragon than girl, a creature shaped by fire, ambition, and the brutal truths of succession.

Presumed dead. Enslaved for years. Returned to a realm that had already moved on. Elaena Targaryen was meant to be the heir to the Iron Throne until fate stole her crown, her childhood, and her place in history. Now returned from the shadows, she walks a fragile line between duty and desire, power and pain, past and present. At her side, unwilling yet unyielding, stands Daemon Targaryen. A warrior, prince, and the man who plays the game of thrones for her. But the realm is splintering. The Dance of the Dragons looms. And between court whispers and wildfire hearts, Elaena must decide what kind of woman she will be and who, if anyone, she can truly trust. A story of grief, resilience, forbidden love, and the war that would tear House Targaryen apart. Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones, A Song of Ice and Fire or House of the Dragon; all credit goes to George R.R Martin. I only own Elaena Targaryen and my other Original Characters. Warning: It's a House of the Dragon fanfiction which means that there will be adult language and content.

༻| 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈 |༺ ❝𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲.❞- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦-𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯. When fate intervenes and entwines the bastard spare daughter of Rhaenys Targaryen with the Rogue Prince. 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐯𝐲𝐬 (𝐎𝐂) | 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏| ── •✧• ── ⋆⋅༻✦༺⋅⋆ ── •✧• ── 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 [𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ~ ] ©ixfixite_ | 2024

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.