Rhaenyra Targaryen morreu em fogo. Traída por aqueles que juraram protegê-la, forçada a assistir o próprio filho chorar enquanto era consumida pelas chamas de Sunfyre, a Rainha Negra encontrou um fim cruel - amaldiçoando o meio-irmão que lhe roubou o trono e o mundo que preferiu sangrar a aceitar uma mulher sentada no Trono de Ferro. Mas a morte não foi o fim.

Visenya Targaryen youngest daughter of Viserys and Aemma sister to Rhaneyra. She starts to fall for the rouge prince and realizes they are twin flames ment to be. Daemon x Visenya (OC) ⚠️mature content, incest, sexual interest, abuse, toucher, pleasure, etc.⚠️ My old story was deleted by Wattpad so here is the updated story of My Dragon

Twelve Nameday Daemon Targaryen wakes up alone in the tent in the middle of nowhere with his father's sword and his uncle Dragon by his side.

The transmigration of a person from one universe to another can bring great blessings and great calamities, depending on the heart and soul of the chosen person. The gods have a fundamental role in this choice, and depending on the god or goddess, you would not be reconstructed from a fragment of the soul, but from the full soul so that you would return with full consciousness. One of these entities, no matter how much it was forgotten by time, in an act of mercy saved a woman's life and decided to give them a new chance. Would Athena be able to survive in a world as deadly as this one? Would she be able to save Daenerys Targaryen? Athena Kouris was what was missing for the dragon queen, at the height of the war she would be the most valuable treasure of the House Targaryen. "Don't let this world get the last dragon sick" Athena Kouris.

When Aegon hears of his fathers death, he makes the decision to fly to Dragonstone and inform his sister. Rhaenyra is utterly confused when her younger brother arrives and begs for mercy, for reasons she doesn't understand. The two learn that perhaps they didn't really know their own sibling as well as they thought they did. cross-posted on ao3

- Romance tabu com política, fogo e perda. Rhaenyra Targaryen cresceu sob olhares atentos, regras rígidas e expectativas que jamais foram escolha sua. Desde cedo, havia algo em Daemon - seu tio - que a atraía de forma inquietante: uma presença intensa, perigosa e impossível de ignorar. A corte percebeu antes que ela pudesse compreender, e decidiu afastá-lo. Separados, o tempo fez o que ninguém conseguiu conter: Rhaenyra cresceu. E aquilo que antes não tinha nome ganhou peso, desejo e consciência. Prometida a um casamento político que garantiria estabilidade ao trono, ela acreditou que o passado estivesse enterrado. Até Daemon retornar. Seu reaparecimento não desperta apenas sentimentos antigo. Traz escândalo, traição e uma ferida mortal no orgulho daquele que deveria reinar ao lado de Rhaenyra. O que nasce entre tio e sobrinha deixa de ser apenas proibido e se transforma em um ato político. Um erro imperdoável. Entre paixão, poder e honra ferida, o que começou como uma influência perigosa torna-se a chama que empurra o reino à beira da guerra. - Esta obra é inspirada no mundo de House of the Dragon, que é um universo que eu adoro. Mas o romance, a história e todo o enredo foram criados por mim.

What if Laena and Harwin come back from the dead and getting married how will rhaenyra and daemon reaction "Laena?" Daemon's voice was barely above a whisper, disbelief etched into every line of his face. Rhaenyra's eyes widened, her hand dropping from Daemon's arm as she took a step back. Laena stood there, her hair still wild and her clothes charred but unmistakably alive. "Yes," she said, her voice carrying through the hall. "It is I." The room erupted into chaos, voices overlapping as people scrambled to understand what they were seeing. Daemon pushed through the crowd, his face pale as he reached for her. "How?" he breathed. She didn't answer, her gaze flickering briefly to Rhaenyra before settling back on Daemon. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I am here. And I will not be forgotten." The same night, far away in Harrenhal, another fire burned. Harwin Strong emerged from the ashes, his body battered but alive, his first thought of his sons and the woman he had loved but never truly claimed. "Rhaenyra," he murmured, his voice hoarse. The gods, it seemed, were not yet done with the lives they had claimed.

Rhaenyra targaryen, the rightful queen of the seven kingdoms, her father's chosen heir. She was killed by her half-brother, the usurper. But what happens when the gods decide to send her back in time, where it all began. Will she be able to prevent the dance of the dragons? or will history repeat itself?

Fire. Pain. So much pain. Then nothing. "All of your dragons will be returned to you, even the one that was lost. But choose better this time. A prince you need." I woke up with a startle, gasping for air like a dying woman. However, as my hands went to my chest I realized I was no longer a woman. I froze, holding still, before rapidly throwing the blankets off my body and rushing towards my mirror. There, being reflected was none other than a four and ten namedays girl. Me.

Daemon and Rhaenyra always felt something between them. They were both dragons.. They were made to burn one another. This story is a fan fiction of the Book/TV show called house of the dragon.