Paranoia reminds you that no place is truly safe. And for Naella Targaryen, she was cursed with knowing the worst paranoia of all. How everything and everyone would end. S1 ~| Completed S2 ~| Ongoing S4 ~| S5 ~| S6 ~| S7 ~| S8 ~|

"Play with me woman, it won't bring you love." Before fifth year starts a mother takes pity for the fifteen year old boy and the family decides to adopt the boy. In a new environment could potentially lead the boy's fate to a different course, wouldn't it? Or would it lead him a route where he would actually be successful in his dark plans?

Daenys Targaryen, Born as a babe from the crimes of Daemon Targaryen to her mother, Lady Rhea. Raised quietly, as a princess in the capital by the young Queen Alicent Hightower. Whose eager hands nursed and raised the babe as her own. As any Targaryen, the gods flipped a coin, and with Daenys, it may yet be a mystery as to why, and who she is. That is, aside from the Courts grand plans of her. A Princess from the vale, set to inherit Runestone after she is wed, which means, a powerfull piece on the board, laid out to secure the seven Houses for either Green, or Black. Warning As you all well know I like to write my stories with a raw heart and this story is by far not meant for those who are faint of heart, I also apologize for my lack of editing chapters in my other books, I will do so with this one untill further notice. This books contains content that some readers may view as unsettling

Lyra Black and Tom Riddle both desperately craved the same thing: to be rid of their old identities. However, they were as different as day and night. He wanted to be remembered... but she wanted to be forgotten. STARTED: 17 January, 2025 FINISHED: - My work is under copyright. I don't own the Harry Potter Universe, only the plot and original characters for this story. Please do not plagiarize. -

Tom Riddle had a secret - he had murdered his family. Arabella Chambers knew his secret - she had witnessed it. After Tom Riddle kills Arabella Chambers, he steals her wand for safekeeping. But, unexpectedly, Arabella shows up at Hogwarts, very much alive, and Tom is determined to find out how. ••• Tom Riddle was a powerful orphan. Conceived under the influence of a love potion, he could not feel love. But he wanted to rule forever. He wanted to live. Arabella Chambers was a cursed vampire. She had lost everyone and everything she had ever loved. She wanted to die. ••• "But for some reason, Arabella felt the urge to figure him out. Perhaps that was the only vague, useless excuse she could find to not kill him for stealing her wand, but it was enough."

Ivory has never relied on anybody-anything. Not even her own mother. The same mother who forced her into a life she never deserved. But there's no backing out now. The assassin's life is all she's ever known, ever since childhood. Her mother made sure of that. Trouble finds Ivory like a vine-wrapping, twisting, never letting go. Spreading like a virus. Trouble finds her most when she discovers she's the bastard child of the Italian Mafia Don. When she meets him and his family-his wife and five sons-she realizes her life is no longer hers to control. And she hates that. It only worsens when her knight in shining armor reveals himself to be the devil in sheep's clothing. Satan himself, if you will. A new country. A new household. A new family. New friends gained, old ones lost. A thirst for revenge. How is she supposed to cope? Especially when stormy eyes follow her everywhere. But that's not quite what scares her. What terrifies her is the way he watches-not with the same disdain he gives everyone else, but with interest. With wonder. For her and her alone. You know what they all say; curiosity kills the cat. But satisfaction brought it back.

I want to help people. It's what I've always wanted. And you can't stop me. - Started: 2/1-2026

The Pit was not marked on any Viking maps. It was the kind of place even seasoned dragon hunters avoided speaking about, let alone visiting. Shrouded in permanent mist and wrapped in jagged black rock, the island jutted from the sea like a broken fang. Its cliffs wept steam from vents that hissed like angry serpents, and deep within its bones, the earth still rumbled-as if the island itself shared the bloodlust of its scaly residents. At its heart lay the crater. Not a natural one, though time and weather had since shaped it into something ancient and mythic. This hole had been earned-scorched out by generations of dragons unleashing their fury against one another in bouts of power, dominance, and primal instinct. The stone floor bore the scorch-marks of Monstrous Nightmares, the claw-gouges of Razorwhips, and the layered, eerie silence that followed each clash. It was as much a monument as an arena. A place dragons came to prove themselves, or die trying. And at the rim of the crater stood a girl. Barefoot, ash-dusted, sharp-eyed. Katla.

Cregan Stark/Targaryen OC *not a self insert* Timelines have been changed so ages better match up. OC and Cregan Stark are of similar ages and any smut happens with characters that are adults 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 For the first time since fleeing Old Valyria, Daenys is named to honour the woman who saved the Targaryen lineage from extinction. Unfortunately, the curse of foresight follows the name directly to the child who inherited it. Dragon dreams are not clear. There is no book on the subject, no sign to look for. Many do not believe the dreamers have ever existed. Daenys is cursed with the burden of dreams depicting destruction and the fall of her family. She is cursed with callings that cannot be ignored, a pull stronger than she can resist. Mad. Wicked. Insane. Defective. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 The ways of Old Valyria were right to be destroyed in the Doom. Their blood magic and rituals are words Daenys will never repeat. But she will do what she must to preserve the legacy of her forefather no matter that it might leave her scarred, suffering, and alone. Until there is a man brave enough to stand by her side and embrace her as Daenys. Madness, dreams, blood magic, and all. Wolf and dragon. Ice and fire. Loyalty and sacrifice. 𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

Rayne was only 15 when the ship carrying her and her parents was swallowed by the waves. Washed up on the shore of an island far from home, Rayne finds herself without friends in an unfamiliar world. There are fire-breathing creatures she has never seen. Dragons. One befriends her, and the two form an easy alliance. Their friendship strengthens when a crisis forces dragon and human to work together. When Rayne is well enough to leave, she sets out on the back of the small, calico dragon, her only friend. The two begin their journey across the Archipelago, searching for Rayne's home, but unknownly getting farther away. However, they farther they go, the more they find truths Rayne would rather not know, and enemies she didn't create. After being rescued by people who called themselves Grimborns, Rayne finds herself confused about their true motive. By the time she has recovered, she had decided to join Krom Grimborn in his attempt to rid the Archipelago of his dragon-slaughtering enemies, the Dragon Riders.