Lyanna Bolton never expected to be chosen. When Prince Baelor Targaryen travels North seeking a Stark bride, it is not the carefully poised lady of Winterfell who captures his attention-but her blunt, unpolished lady-in-waiting. Thrust into a southern court that watches her with quiet suspicion, Lyanna must navigate politics, prejudice, and the weight of a name that was never meant to sit beside a crown. As years pass and a family is built from an unlikely match, Lyanna finds herself torn between the woman she was raised to be and the one she is becoming-caught between North and South, doubt and devotion, love and the fear of losing it. Because being chosen is one thing. Believing you deserve it is another.

Completed Paul Lahote fanfiction Lucy Ashcroft was supposed to die in that fire. Everyone else did. She survived the flames. She survived what came after. But something else survived with her- something older, quieter, and far more powerful than she understands. As secrets begin to unravel and the truth about what she is slowly comes to light, Lucy is pulled into a world she was never meant to be part of. A world of wolves, vampires... and something that doesn't belong to either. And right in the middle of it all- Paul Lahote. What starts as something unexpected turns into something neither of them can ignore. But with danger closing in and a past that refuses to stay buried, Lucy will have to face the one thing she's been holding back all along. Because the real threat... might not be what's hunting her. It might be what she's becoming. Copyright / Disclaimer: The Twilight universe and its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. Lucy Ashcroft and all original elements in this story are my own creation. This story is written for entertainment purposes only.

ROSE THORN ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏʀɴꜱ ꕥ ✦ ╮ everyone underestimated her, thought her just a pretty face, a silly princess. they never realised she was a dragon, a rose full of thorns. but when the dragons dance and the fire takes what was once born of it, her name will be a roar they'll never forget. │ │ ╰───────────────🥀 ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏꜱ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ ᴏᴄ ᴀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ @ᴀɴɴᴀᴊᴏꜱᴇꜰꜰ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʀʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ @ʟ_ᴛ_ɴᴏᴠ

'𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 ' In a world ruled by duty, blood, and unforgiving seas, Dalyra Velaryon never expected her greatest battle to be fought within her own heart. What begins as hatred slowly grows into something deeper, something dangerous. Between political tensions, family obligations, whispered rumors and the ever-watchful eyes of the court, their love is tested time and time again.q

"What is duty compared to a woman's love? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy." Prince Valarr Targaryen had always believed duty came before all else. He would marry without love, wage war, and suffer in silence if it meant serving the realm. That was what it meant to be a prince. Love was a weakness he believed himself above. Until Lilyanna Tyrell. Wild, sharp-tongued, and nothing like her perfect elder sister, the woman he is meant to marry. Yet against all reason, Valarr finds himself willing to risk his honor, his future, and the very duty he once held sacred for her love. Valarr Targaryen x fem oc

||Complete|| Vaelyra Velaryon was never meant to exist. The second daughter of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen, she was born with memories of another life - a life where she had seen on a TV Show some of the brutal war known as the Dance of the Dragons. Knowing the fate of Westeros, Vaelyra refuses to be a mere spectator in history. With her wit, ambition, and the advantage of foresight, she devises a daring plan: to claim the Iron Throne for herself. Her greatest ally? Aemond Targaryen, the second son of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower. A boy once mocked for not having a dragon, Aemond's destiny changed the night he claimed Vhagar, the mightiest living dragon in the realm. With Vaelyra whispering in his ear, shaping his ambitions, he becomes more than just the Greens' deadliest weapon-he becomes a king in the making. Together, they forge an alliance that will shake Westeros to its core. But as the Blacks and the Greens wage war, as betrayals and bloodshed mount, one question remains: can they outplay fate itself and seize the Iron Throne? Or will history find a way to right itself, no matter how much they fight against it? The game of dragons has begun. And this time, the board is changed.

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.

Lady Willa of House Baratheon was raised in Storm's End, surrounded by gentleness and light. Her life has always been about seeking trouble with her two brothers, putting their poor father's heart to the test. But when her dear father, Lord Roderic Baratheon, announces that she is to marry the brute all Westeros knows as Aerion Targaryen, her whole world crumbles to pieces. She has never met him and yet, she despises him so much it makes her blood boil. The rumours she has heard about him are enough : the silver-haired prince is vile, cruel and decadence given flesh. As Willa is forced on a path she refuses to follow, she meets Valarr Targaryen, Aerion's charming and totally unlike him cousin. He is like honey, golden beams of light and late summer mornings. Everything her betrothed isn't. Together they play a dangerous game, engage in a deadly waltz. And soon enough, Willa finds herself trapped in a lethal dance between the two princes. And her heart might very well be on the line...

"then wed her to me," aerion pleaded, his voice growing desperate as he looked at his father. "the lannisters care only for her title and dragon, i- i could take care of her. better than some lannister lord. have her be mine, i beg you." when the last dragon died a century ago, and the targaryen dynasty had just gotten used to surviving without their greatest asset, an impulsive decision single-handedly brought them back. he hated her for it, envied how she represented something he was supposed to be. meanwhile she hated him for his freedom, resented how he was everything she ever wanted to be. but the dagger of fate had stabbed them both that day, twisting in and merging their bloods as one

In the aftermath of war, Jon Snow sits on the throne as King of the North, his focus set on the impending threat beyond the Wall. But when a secret envoy from Dorne arrives, led by a mysterious princess long hidden from the world, Jon finds his plans unraveling in ways he never expected. Alarys Martell is as fiery as the sands of her homeland, carrying a power she dares not reveal-a power that could turn the tide in the war against the dead, or destroy everything she loves. As tensions between the North and Dorne rise, Jon and Alarys must forge an alliance to protect their people, but with every step closer to each other, the secrets they keep threaten to ignite a conflict far more dangerous than either could imagine. In a land where fire and ice are destined to clash, how long can their passion stay hidden before it consumes them both?