When Eddard Stark discovers a forgotten infant locked away in the Red Keep, swaddled in silence and dragon dreams, he makes a choice that will haunt kings and save a child. Raised in the North under snow-soft skies, Bhaenyra Targaryen, bastard daughter of the Mad King and younger sister to Viserys and Daenerys, grows into a quiet, watchful girl who flinches at shouting and listens more than she speaks. Sensitive to noise, reserved to the point of vanishing, and burdened by prophetic dreams of fire and frost, Bhaenyra hides behind long braids of dark cherry-blonde hair and the steady walls of Winterfell. She is dragon-blooded, but not made for spectacle. Years later, fate binds her to Robb Stark, the Young Wolf whose roar shakes battlefields while her whispers bend destiny. Their marriage is not forged in passion alone, but in understanding. He is thunder restrained. She is fire banked low. Together, they walk the knife-edge between prophecy and war, where dragons dream beneath the snow and the North learns that not all flames burn loud. A dragon who dreams in whispers. A wolf who learns to listen. Winterfell will never be the same. 🐺🔥❄️

The reign of King Viserys Targaryen brought years of prosperity to the Seven Kingdoms. Dragons still nested upon Dragonstone, and the power of House Targaryen remained unchallenged. Yet the Red Keep had never been a place of simple peace. Courts thrive on watchful eyes and careful alliances, and every prince, princess, and lord understood that the future of the realm would one day rest on the question of succession. Within those same halls moves Nythera Targaryen, the king's eldest daughter, a princess who has grown up observing the quiet games of power played around the Iron Throne. Few men move through the court with less regard for its rules than Prince Daemon Targaryen, the king's brother, whose reputation precedes him wherever he goes. Their paths cross often enough to draw notice. In a house where blood runs close and traditions are seldom followed as the rest of the realm might wish, such familiarity rarely remains without consequence. And the Red Keep, as many have learned before them, is not a place where dangerous things stay hidden forever.

A daughter born admits snow with ice in her eyes and fire in her heart A son born admits flames with fire in his eyes and ice in his heart The union between the Wolf Lady of the North and the Dragon Prince of the South will forever be remembered as A Song of Ice and Fire

When winter comes, her flame will light the way. Growing up in the North was something people did not take for granted; her family ruled the Icelands and the people that came with it. They trained the girls alongside of the boys, knowing the dangers of Winterfell, and when the time came, they would be thankful for that. Winter is coming and Nyssa Ember knew she had to find the strength to tackle all that came with it. The Gods may be just but men were not, she just hoped Robb Stark was. Game of Thrones: Season 1-8 Fem! OC x Robb Stark

Persecuted by witches and warlocks, Khal Drogo is reborn after being possessed by a soul from another world-one well-versed in A Song of Ice and Fire. Together with Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons, and newly hatched dragonlings, he emerges from the funeral pyre. From that moment on, the king who once ruled from horseback now soars upon the back of a dragon. The Free Cities, the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, the Wall, the Lands of Always Winter, the continent of Essos... all fall beneath his feet. He is the Father of Dragons. He sees the past and the future. His children can burn all that stands in their way. He commands you to kneel and witness the might of the dragons!

Daeron Targaryen was born as the eldest son of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia Martell. His life started with the sounds of whispered words of war, horns blaring beneath the high towers of Harrenhal and the shadow of mountains and hidden daggers. Smuggled away by the Kingslayer Jaime Lannister to Dorne, aided by Lady Ashara Dayne and Prince Doran Martell, Daeron was raised in the free cities, learning from Bankers in Braavos, Magisters in Lys and Bearded Priests in Norvos, Daeron has grown into a warrior, never forgetting the betrayal his father had done to his mother, the injustices faced from the Lions, the Stags and the Wolves.

The younger sister of Daenarys Targaryen, Alyssays (Aly) was born at the end of Roberts rebellion, just hours before she and her siblings had to be smuggled out of Dragonstone for fear of their lives and losing their mother in an early birth that kept the small princess sickly throughout most of their childhood. Her brother resented her for the loss of their mother but was fiercely jealous and possessive of her. Dany was her most fervent protector and the only thing she ever defied her brother about was his treatment of Aly. Her childhood had been spent in hiding and fear across the narrow sea, but like Targaryen seers in the past her dreams were full of visions that always came to pass. The one she had been having as long as she could remember were of a boy. Black curls and dark brown eyes that always seemed sad, she knew he was real because as she had grown so had the images, she had seen of him. She knows he is somehow tied to her destiny, but only the game of thrones will reveal how. Expanded description in the first Chapter. This will be a SLOW BURN! The main characters will not meet in person for quite a while but once they do I promise heat. I do write smut so if that not your thing those chapters will be marked. Additionally, it is a GoT fanfic so expect violence, mature language and sexual situations.

~GOT Fanfic ~ Lyra Whitlock had done it, she'd learnt her lesson...But apparently it wasn't the only one she had to learn because after many years she finds herself reincarnated again. This time close to twenty centuries in the past, whatever lesson she had to learn had seen to Lyra Black becoming Lyra Targaryen, a Dragon Twin. This lesson was quite clear to her but with meddling gods around her, the lines become blurred, a certain god of death wants to keep her soul to send her further back in time and is planning on using any mistake to do so. Bringing a few things with her to this life she changes the storyline big time, the extreme needs to be done to secure her lesson. But there are things she can not change, the night king is coming and she can not allow him to win. To be a Targaryen Lyra needs to face her biggest fear, for you can not bring fire and blood to your enemies if you are afraid of that fire...Will it prove to be too much? Let's hope not. ~ Lesson Two Of The Whitlock Series ~ #1 Valyrian 23/06/25 #1 Unsullied 23/06/25 #1 Nightwalker 1/7/25 #2 Westeros 21/7/25

War is unpredictable, harsh, and definitely frightening. This holds true for those fighting in battles and those that suffer of dwindling recourses and oppression. As a soldier is on a routine patrol on a ship, a fierce storm starts to hit the ship. The soldier is thrown overboard and wakes up in world that was only real in books and on television. Find out how the soldier fares in the world of Ice and Fire. Will it be a blessing or a curse? ~ I do not own Game of Thrones; only my own characters and ideas ~ Inspired by Hendrikmark Mature content, read at your own discretion.

"𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓'𝑠 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑," their father always called it. Could make a man or woman wild in a sense, unpredictable, and powerful. And when a violet-eyed twin born to the Lord Eddard Stark, all knew that the boy would have it. And he did. Beside his twin, Jon, Benget Stark was raised a Wolf, with the Tully fish, Catelyn, deeming them as bastards to Ashara Dayne, even as their Lord Father claimed them legitimate with the Lady Ashara. And by the laws of Gods and Men, under the New and Old, Benget Stark held claim to both the North and to Starfall, to Ice and to Dawn, but he had to fight to earn such rights in his own eyes of violet. Secrets were something Benget despised, even as he kept his own from the world around him. Silver hair he kept hidden behind black was one such secret. One that would follow him to the end of his days. "𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓'𝑠 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑," the Lord Eddard had said it was, but Benget only believed it to an extent. Blood wasn't what made someone special--what made them better than others. That's what he believed, but as his life moved along, as opportunities presented themselves to him, when struggles and hardships beat him, when all the cards were on the table, Benget started to think about what was flowing through his veins and what it meant in the grandscheme of Westeros. A singer and a fighter, a warrior and a brother, a wolf and king, Benget Stark lived a life of tragedies and triumphs that could be compared to nobody's feats other than his own. But as was his belief, he had to fight for every inch of what he was given, and for every foot for all that he lost. "𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓'𝑠 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑," as it was, flowed through his veins. So too was there drive, but so too was there divide. Between the duty he held to his word, and to oaths to the people he loved, Benget Stark was torn, beaten down and would have just been another notch on the door to the Commander's tower. But there was a greater plan