After enduring a loveless marriage for many years, the Rogue Prince was believed to be incapable of fathering a child with his Bronze Bitch. However, a miraculous event shatters this notion with the birth of Vhaela Targaryen. Raised in the confines of Runestone, she remains oblivious to her father's existence until her mother's sudden demise thrusts her into a fateful encounter. Little do they know; this reunion sets off a dangerous series of events as a formidable player enters the scene for the impending dance of the dragons. "The flames of desire rekindle in the embers of love." - Anthony T. Hincks (aemond targaryen x oc targaryen) © 2023 | ItsMeSyd Cover by Selyxe

House Targaryen was forged in fire and remembered in blood. From that legacy, a prince was born who carried both like a birthright-Aerion Targaryen, a dragon in human skin. Exile did not tame him. It sharpened him. When Aerion returned, he came crowned in shadows, his smile colder, his wrath refined. The realm whispered his name like a prayer and a curse alike. To seal his power, he took a bride from his own blood-a cousin raised in light, obedience, and fragile hope. She was everything he was not. Soft-spoken. Unburnt. Untouched by darkness. He did not break her with chains. He bent her with fire. This was not a love story. It was a reign. Aerion Targaryen X Female OC

❝some days i am more wolf than woman, and i am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.❞ [nikita gill] Lyanna Snow was born a bastard, alongside her twin brother Jon. The two grew up inseparable from each other and were very close, especially considering the cold shoulder Catelyn Stark always gave them, which prevented them from truly feeling like part of the Stark family. After Jon leaves to take the Black and Robb declares war on the Lannisters, Lyanna was granted permission to join Robb's ranks and become a soldier. When Robb is betrayed at the Red Wedding, Lyanna barely escapes with her life and has nowhere else to go but Castle Black. There, she is reunited with her twin and thrown into everything happening north of the wall. She never expected them to make an alliance with Wildings, and she damn sure never expected to encounter wights and white walkers. And yet despite all of this, somehow Lyanna thinks one of the most shocking things of all was this: falling in love with Tormund Giantsbane, the stubborn ginger Wildling that she can't seem to get out of her head. © Copyright for Game of Thrones belongs to David Benioff and D.B. Weiss. It is based off of A Song of Ice and Fire, by George R.R. Martin.

THE GODS BETRAYED HER. THEY PLAGUED HER WITH FIRE AND BLOOD. A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS MULTI X OC

"We were born of the same fire. Some of us learned to master it. Others only learned to burn." They were born dragons before they were children. Viserra Targaryen grew up surrounded by princes too proud, too broken, or too drunk to survive their own names. Betrothed to Aerion as much for political reasons as for personal obsession, Viserra learned early on that blood and power protect you from nothing. Between absurd laughter, sibling rivalries, and silences heavy with promise, the Targaryen family moves toward the tourney at Ashford, where some will fall, others will survive, and fire will finally claim its due. Because in Westeros, history does not ask who deserves to live. Only who lives, who dies, and who burns.

Slow burn!! Revealed too early and claimed too quietly, Vhaella Targaryen learns that dragonblood is both a gift and a curse. Proud of her name and drawn to a dragon she was never meant to touch, she is placed within the household of Aerion Targaryen-a man bound to her by blood and forbidden from her by law. In a world ruled by fire and silence, some desires are dangerous precisely because they are unspoken.

Fate made them, Fate will destroy them. Aerion Targaryen x Fem!oc

She walks with the weight of her legacy. He moves like thunder across the fields. When Viserra and Lyonel meet, fire and storm intertwine, and love refuses to be tamed, even in a world that demands obedience.

Alicent Hightower used to say that her daughter Maegelle was sent to her as a true angel by the Seven themselves. With slightly plump, rosy cheeks, delicate features and raspberry lips, the girl could charm anyone as soon as she blinked her purple-lilac eyes. Even Rhaenyra, although she shunned the presence of her former friend's children, could not deny the true charm of her younger half-sister. Dubbed the Fair Lady, Maegelle carried around her an aura of gentleness and angelic charm that made even the hardest hearts melt in her presence. Her gentleness and love for all living things seemed almost unreal in the cruel world around her. Raised to be an exemplary and well-to-do young lady, Maegelle was considered an example of an ideal princess. Everyone, from the servants to all the nobles of the great houses, considered her to be a true angel walking on earth. Everyone, except her brother Aemond. Aemond didn't know what he disliked more about his sister. Was it because she was so perfect and adored by everyone, even their father Viserys, who, apart from his firstborn daughter and Maegelle, paid no attention to the rest of his children? Or the fact that he was the only one among his siblings who didn't have a dragon? Fate is often unpredictable. One moment everything may seem certain, and the next it can all change. However, one thing was certain. When one of the dragons roared loudly, the rest joined in, spinning in a dance. Aemond Targaryen x Female OC House of The Dragon | Fanfiction This book is only a translation. The original version of my book is written in polish.

"There are things beneath the skin of the world that do not breathe, but hunger. They move in silence, cloaked in myth, hidden in the folds of time and shadow. Their names have been lost, buried beneath war and fire, their worship long forbidden. But they endure. In forgotten places-beneath mountains, beyond the reach of moonlight-a cult thrives in secret, ancient as the first spilling of blood. They are not men, nor wholly beast, but something colder, older, something that drinks from the living to remember what it means to feel alive. Most believe such creatures belong to stories, whispered to frighten children. But stories have roots. And when the world is distracted by dragons and thrones, the dead find space to rise." • The Dance of the Dragons had come to an end, with the greens victory. And whilst one holds a secret, it seems the fight is not yet over. "Leave one dragon alive, and the fire never dies." • ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R MARTIN & HBO STUDIO