Born to rule. Forged in war. Destined to fall. She was the first daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the undisputed heir to the Iron Throne. A dragon's fire burned fiercely in her veins, and the realm whispered of the warrior queen she was always meant to become. She loved a prince who would one day betray her trust, and she was promised to a man of ice and honor-Lord Cregan Stark. But in the deadly game of thrones, love is an unforgivable weakness, and duty is a lifelong cage. When the Dance of the Dragons erupts into flame, Valenya does not hide behind her brothers; she flies beside them. Blade in hand, dragon in the sky, she intends to carve her name into history with fire and blood. She will burn for her family, for her mother's stolen birthright, and for the crown that was once promised to her name. But the ashes of war change everything. Faced with a choice between a blood-soaked throne in the south or the quiet winter of the north, Valenya must decide where her true allegiance lies. Can a dragon truly rule from the walls of Winterfell, or will she lay down her crown to save the last of her family? What is a crown worth, when all it brings is ruin? ─── ✧ ─── [ cregan stark x fem!oc ] [ status: ongoing ] [ a dance of the dragons fanfiction ]

She was promised to a Stark... Just not this one. Rhaelys Targaryen, twin to Jacerys and daughter of Queen Rhaenyra, was meant to marry Cregan Stark...until war, fire, and fate tore her from her time. Now trapped two hundred years in the future, she finds herself in Winterfell... face to face with a different Stark. Robb Stark. With her family gone, her dragons lost, and her name written as dead, Rhaelys must decide who she is in a world that has no place for her. But the North remembers... Even when history does not.

── .✦ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 | ❝If love is an ocean, then he is the current beneath my feet, and I am the lighthouse waiting for him through every dark night.❞ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 mattheo riddle falls for the girl who swore she would never let him have her ...𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 ⤷ ❝I swear it on my immortal soul. ⟡ ⟡ If he wants someone... he can take me. But he doesn't get you. Never you.❞ Isabella Mulciber always knew where she stood in life. As daughter to a convicted Death Eater, students in Hogwarts always had opinions on her life, and who would grow up to be. She carries herself with effortless confidence, a hidden spark for chaos and recklessness, and the inconvenient habit of being willing to risk everything for the people she loves. Mattheo Riddle, the infamous son of Voldemort. Life at Hogwarts for him could only be described in one word: inconsistent. Chaos seemed to follow him and his friends through their years at Hogwarts, judgment lingered each time he entered a room, and expectations had been placed on him since the day he'd been born. On the outside, he seems like a typical 'bad-boy' who reshaped himself to align with the stereotypes everyone created for him. Spoiler alert... he isn't. Their friendship had always been complicated. Years one through four were childish: served detentions, pranks, friendship complications. Though one thing had always been clear: Isabella and Mattheo would always harbour trust and loyalty to each other. However, all they shared ceased to exist during a reckless night in fourth year, which forever changed everything. Now in fifth year, darkness is brewing behind walls, friendships are tested, and a girl who swore she would never allow him again, found herself doing just that. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 Fifth year builds them. Sixth year destroys them. Seventh year pushes them to a point of no return.

In which the older Salvatore falls for the one girl he can't compel-and can't escape. OR In which a girl's normal life gets turned upside down by the arrival of a new vampire in town. CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT 18+

Six years ago, Noah walked away from the love of her life without explanation. What Jude never knew... was that she was carrying his child. Now, years later, their worlds collide again in the most unexpected place-a football match. He's famous. She's hiding a secret. And the truth? It's been waiting six years to be told.

It was no surprise that Spider was not the only demon-blooded child left behind on Pandora. Mireya shared the same fate. Pandora was her home, yet she was imprisoned within her own skin, loving a world that was deadly to her very existence. She grew up alongside the Sully children, and it was only natural that she formed close bonds with the Na'vi, just as Spider did. But like him, Mireya never truly belonged. Never fully Omatikayan. And as if her own struggles were not enough, there also was Neteyam. Mireya and him..., what they shared was strange, difficult to name. Something unspoken. Something that reached deeper than words. Or at least as deep as her fragile human skin would allow. [ #1 in neteyamsully || 18.03.26 ] [ #2 in neteyam || 13.07.26 ]

❝𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚.❞ Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.