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 Lannisters, 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

Jon Snow is stabbed to death by his brothers of the Night's watch, yet the Gods aren't done with him. He is reborn as Jaehaeron Targaryen, son of Daemon Targaryen, and Lyanna Stark. And this time... he knows plenty.

Jon Snow is stabbed to death by his brothers of the Night's watch, yet the Gods aren't done with him. He is reborn as Jonothor Targaryen, eldest son of King Viserys and Alicent Hightower... and half-brother of Rhaenyra Targaryen.

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.

Westeros had forgotten the dread that the long night brought, they had forgotten what the true Great Other was. Beings like it relied on the people to remember it, to fear it so it can sustain themselves. So what if to remind these humans how dreadful it can be, it had sent its champion out? How would a supernatural-powered being influence the results of The Game of Thrones?