The Last Flame of Valyria By: Mother Melanin For nearly two centuries, the world has mourned the fall of Valyria. The Dragonlords are dead. The Freehold is ashes. And House Targaryen stands as the last remnant of a forgotten empire. At least, that's what history says. History is wrong. Hidden behind ancient sorcery and protected by the fires of the Fourteen Flames, House Zorvaxys has spent generations rebuilding what the Doom destroyed. Their dragons number in the hundreds. Their magic is older than kingdoms. Their wealth rivals empires. And their spies watch every corner of the known world. Now the heir to New Valyria has come of age. Prince Malek Zorvaxys. Dragon rider. Warlock. Future Emperor. The Last Flame of Valyria. Tall, powerful, and covered in ancient runic tattoos that glow with forgotten magic, Malek has spent his life preparing to inherit the greatest secret in the world. But when his father sends him to Westeros during the reign of King Viserys Targaryen, he finds a realm divided by ambition, dragons, and prophecy. And he finds Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen. As old rivalries awaken, ancient powers stir, and the shadow of civil war begins to loom over the Seven Kingdoms, Malek must decide what kind of ruler he wants to become. Will he restore the glory of Old Valyria? Will he forge a new empire? Or will he burn alongside the world his ancestors abandoned? Because when the dragons of New Valyria finally reveal themselves... The world will never be the same. ⸻ "The age of dragons never ended. It was merely waiting." 🔥🐉👑

Aethan Velaryon was not meant to change the world. He remembers how it ends. The war. The fractures. The slow collapse of a realm built on pride and fire. Where others see destiny, he sees failure-repeated, inevitable, and entirely preventable. Reborn into House Velaryon with knowledge of what is to come, Aethan does not seek glory, nor does he chase the throne. He builds something far more dangerous. Quietly, beneath the notice of kings and lords, he begins reshaping Driftmark-not through titles or proclamations, but through control of trade, loyalty, and information. Smugglers become assets. Orphans become eyes and ears. Corruption disappears not through punishment, but replacement. They will never see him rule. But they will live in the world he creates. At court, his influence is subtle. His guidance sharpens Rhaenyra Targaryen into something far more than a claimant to the throne-into a ruler capable of holding it. In the shadows, his network grows. In the skies, dragons begin to answer him. And between both worlds, Aethan walks a careful line-between control and consequence, between loyalty and fear, between the man he was... and the one he is becoming. Because this time, the realm will not fall to chaos. Even if he has to rebuild it from beneath. *PS this story does not belong to me, only reborn Mc

History remembers dragons. It forgets the ones who walk willingly into their fire. Born the youngest child of Princess Rhaenys Targaryen and Lord Corlys Velaryon, Laenys grows up dragonless in a house defined by flame. While her siblings soar, she drifts toward the sea-toward forgotten stories, forbidden shores, and the monster no one dares name. When war steals everything she loves, Laenys seeks the one dragon who has never known a rider. The Cannibal, ancient and savage, waits among bones and ash. She does not come to conquer him. She comes to surrender. What rises from the fire is not a queen, nor a hero-but a legend born of grief, chosen by the darkest flame of all.

A Tangled-esque retelling incorporating a female OC x Cregan Stark. Oc is NOT a self-insert. At 2 , Aelora Velaryon was beloved by all. Including those outside of her own family. The heir to be, a beautiful Velaryon with long, flowing golden hair, she was the light of the court, Rhaenyra's little flower. She had to be, given that Rhaenyra nearly died while pregnant. It was that which made her a prime target for the plot for a rise in rank. A rash, silly thing. A dare more than anything. And yet, Aelora Velaryon finds herself stolen from her cradle on horseback going North with no one but a strange man to provide comfort. Aelora knows nothing of the life she is supposed to have lived. She knows only of her father keeping her safe in her tower and those lights. The lights she has begged to see every nameday since she could remember. Yet her father has kept her in that tower through fear of the unknown, forcing Aelora to see them only from afar. Until one day, that changes. When a lordling from a Northern house is chased into her tower by a group of wildings. Suddenly, that dream doesn't seem so far away. Perhaps Aelora will get everything she ever wanted after all.

When it comes to war, I fight for Dorne. When it comes to love... I chose you. ⚔️ Oberyn Martells little sister joins him on his journey to the captial for Joffreys wedding. But the siblings have other plans on their minds. ⚔️ Most characters belong to GRRM #1 in oberyn on 7/26/22 #1 in shae on 7/24/22 #1 in Tywinlannister on 7/26/22 #1 in Joffrey on 7/26/22 #2 in badidea on 7/26/22 #2 in Jaimelannister on 7/26/22

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍. Born in 265 AC as the eldest surviving child of Aerys II and Queen Rhaella, Shaena Targaryen grows up in the shadow of her father's growing madness and her mother's quiet suffering. Though her brother Viserys is born nine years later to secure the succession, Shaena's life is far from simple. multiple povs Taragryen oc x Arthur Dayne Taragryen oc x Oberyn Martell EXTREME slow burn No Rhaegar*

[BOOK ONE OF SINGS OF SILENCE AND FLAME] Born in the ashes of rebellion, a girl is offered a cruel choice: speak, and die... or bind her voice in silence, and live. Placed in Eddard Stark's care as ward of the North and sworn handmaiden to Lady Catelyn, she is known only as Nyssa Snow - but her true name is Nyssara Targaryen, last heir of a bloodline believed long extinguished. Beneath the roots of Winterfell she hides her inheritance: a dragon's egg and the legendary Valyrian steel blade Dark Sister. Beside the Stark children she grows, quiet but ever watchful, her vow of silence setting her apart. Yet with Jon Snow - the bastard son who shares her sense of exile - she finds kinship. For years, their letters cross the cold stone halls and later the miles between them, carrying a bond that deepens as they come of age together: two shadows on the edge of their own home, already bound by words neither speaks aloud.

The last dragon was thought to have died in fire. But in the far North, something older wakes in frost. Whispers of an ice-born beast spread like wildfire across the Narrow Sea, dismissed by lords and kings as drunken fancy. Yet Daenerys Targaryen dreams of a man with eyes the color of winter, a stranger whose presence bends her fate away from chains and into the jaws of legend. As khalasars splinter and crowns begin to tremble, the game of thrones is no longer only played in fire.

Steffon Baratheon is the odd one out in his family. Already marked out from his siblings by his blue eyes and black hair, his preference for books over swords makes him an oddity in his world. Yet, when knives flash in the dark and plots spring into action and the Seven Kingdoms spiral into chaos, Steffon is forced to take a step he never believed he would . . . and become the leader Westeros needs.

Instead of seeking out Lyanna, what happens when Rhaegar has a child with Cersei Lannister that is kept secret from Robert after the Rebellion? What happens when Jon Snow is raised in a completely different family?