❝𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊'𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕?❞ 𝐻𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒, 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒. 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒, 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. ❝𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔...❞ Ryōmen Sukuna, ruler of the darkest of worlds, wielding the power of the underworld for thousands of years, finds a new source of entertainment, but what shall come when business and pleasure mixes? Y/n, Banished from her people for her own crime, not being able to explain herself before she herself is killed by the one she thought was the love of her life. Now struggling to accept of what she is, fighting for a way to be brought back to life, leads to her unfortunate fate in the hands of the one they call, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒔. 𝑨 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔...

She was never meant to love him. And yet, it had always been him. Princess Allyria Targaryen was wed to her twin, bound to a marriage forged in duty and fear, to a man whose temper burned hotter than dragonfire. But in the shadows of the Red Keep, she found something gentler. Something dangerous. Prince Valarr Targaryen-the heir's heir, the moon to her star-was always there. In whispered conversations, in stolen glances, in the quiet moments when Allyria needed someone kind. He held her hand when she gave birth. He loved her children when others would not. And slowly, irrevocably, what should have been comfort became something far more perilous. As rumors coil through the court and history threatens to repeat itself, a young Prince Aegon-Egg-stumbles upon a truth that will change everything. One secret. One choice. One moment that sends him running from the Red Keep... and straight into legend. This is a story of forbidden love, family loyalty, courtly intrigue, and the quiet tragedies that shape history long before the songs are sung. BOOK 1 in "The Dragon's Hoard" Series

"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

Targaryen. A name that smallfolk and highborn feared. A name that represented and symbolized dragons. Every time a Targaryen is born. The Gods flip a coin as the world holds its breath. A daughter was born, white hair, cunning purple eyes and pale skin. Just like her mother and father. She was a true Targaryen. The true heir to the throne, a heir that everyone would respect. She would surpass her mother and father combined. She was unique, a treasure. But as the throne was giving to the unrightful heir of the seven kingdoms. Vaelyra Targaryen seeks help from her mothers demand as she search's for help along with her brothers. But, what Vaelyra doesn't know is that she finds two very handsome men that help her claim her birthright. Aenar Celtalar and Valar Celator help the young princess out. One even falling in love with her. What happens when Vaelyra goes back home with Aenar and Valar? OC x OC -Warning this is just a fanfic, none of this is real. I came up with the ideas by myself. All rights go to the creator of House of the Dragon. Along with the House of the Dragon characters. -This book may mention the following: ~Gore ~Blood ~Death ~Depression ~Mature Language -Please comment! I love if you give ideas and I love reading my followers/readers thoughts! It gives me the courage to write more and to continue my stories. -Also, Vaelyra is the aftermath of Daemon not leaving the Whore House. Him and Rhaenyra actually done it and Vaelyra is the after math. Rhaenyra was 21 at that time not 17. I had to age her and Daemon up just a tad to make the story line! But other than that! Enjoy! -Enjoy the story!

Alicent Hightower and Viserra Targaryen were more than friends-everyone knew it, yet no one could say for certain. Not even they themselves. In the shadow of a court that thrived on whispers and wielded secrets like daggers, the line between devotion and desire blurred with every stolen glance, every touch lingering too long. But in a world where duty outweighed longing, could love-whatever name it might bear-survive the weight of a crown? - ALL UNORIGINAL CHARACTERS BELONG TO GRRM/HBO!!