The story is about two Targaryen girls who were able to change the fate of the inhabitants of Westeros, break centuries-old traditions and improve the fate of all. Love and hate will clash with each other

Katarina Petrova x Aro Volturi Katarina Petrova x Carlisle Volturi Katarina Petrova x Caius Volturi Katarina Petrova x Marcus Volturi When Katarina Petrova arrives in London for her first season, she quickly becomes the most talked-about woman in the ton. Sent by her parents to stay with her cousins, the Salvatore brothers, in hopes that she might secure a respectable marriage, Katarina is expected to follow society's rules and find a suitable husband before the season ends. But Katarina did not come to London simply to marry. The powerful Volturi family has ruled the ton for years, and the four Volturi brothers are the most dangerous men in society. When Katarina catches their attention, fascination turns to intrigue, and intrigue soon becomes something far more dangerous. In a season of glittering ballrooms, whispered scandals, forbidden desires, and hidden monsters, Katarina may discover that the greatest danger in London is not society's gossip... but the vampires who cannot seem to stay away from her. Four Volturi brothers. One diamond of the season. And a scandal the ton will never forget.

Cregan Stark/OC - NOT self insert SMUT teehee-characters are aged up and any smut that happens is with them of age Jacaera Velaryon, twin to Jacaerys Velaryon. Second in line to the Throne, born the spitting image of her great-grandmother Alyssa. She's always by her brother's side. But one word plagues them as they grow: bastard. It is ignored. They try to ignore it. But there are uncles to remind them of the word. Uncles that they train with, that they're supposed to be close with and love. Jacaera is not so lucky. She is cursed. Because one of her uncles takes an unwelcome interest in his child niece. Terrorizes her until there is nothing but fear. It is this that prompts a move. A relocation with their newest baby brother. Peace after an eventful funeral. But then feelings resurface. Fights at dinner. And Rhaenyra is usurped by the very same uncle that terrorized Jacaera. She will do anything to garner support for the rightful Queen. Treat with any Lords she must. There is one, however, that she might take more of a special interest in. One that could win the war. One beautiful northerner. Lord Cregan Stark. She needs his support. Among other things. Jacaera will have his support. And she will win the war for her mother or die trying.

She was named Visenya Targaryen, she lived as Joanna Snow, and she was reborn as Lucerys Velaryon. This is the life and rebirth of the Princess that was Promised and how she stopped thee tragedy that befall the dragons, giving the future the tools they needed to survive the Long Night. This is the life of Lucerys Velaryon, trueborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Leanor Velaryon. The Pearl of Driftmark.

"Is this some kind of joke?" I whispered in shock, my voice trembling as I stared at the reflection in the ornate mirror before me. Well, her mirror. The polished silver showed a face I knew all too well-just not my own. Pale skin, a cascade of silver-gold hair, and violet eyes that could only belong to one person. "Who the hell did I piss off to become her? The Black Queen?" My words were almost a growl as I gripped the edges of the vanity, the cold metal biting into my fingers. That's right. One moment, I was just me, heading home after another long day, and the next... a car came out of nowhere. I don't even remember the impact, not really. It was too fast. No flashes of light, no angelic choirs-just darkness. And then I was here. The next thing I knew, a maid was shaking me awake, her voice trembling with reverence as she called me Princess Rhaenyra. Yeah. That Rhaenyra. The Black Queen herself. The one and only Maegor with tits.

Saeloria Targaryen is a paradox made flesh-the youngest dragonrider in Valyrian history, the golden princess of House Targaryen, the firstborn child of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, and the elder sister of Rhaenyra. She is everything a legend should remember. There is only one problem. Saeloria Targaryen was never meant to exist. In another life, she was Aaliyah-a modern girl whose death should have been the end. Instead, she awakens before a radiant dragon goddess, one of the Fourteen Flames, who offers her an impossible gift: a second life, granted on the whim of a careless, dying remark. Reborn in fire and blood, Aaliyah becomes Saeloria, the Golden Princess, and finds herself at the heart of a family already teetering on the edge of ruin. Armed with knowledge of what is to come, she takes it upon herself to change fate, to protect those destined to fall, and to rewrite a history steeped in betrayal, grief, and war. But the world of dragons is not so easily reshaped.

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 Raven Swan has always lived in the quiet shadows of Forks, a town that seems too small for secrets, yet strange enough to hide them. At eighteen, she's spent her life under the roof of her father, attending high school and moving with her own circle of friends, never needing the Cullens, never wanting their attention. She knows them by name, has glimpsed them from a distance, and has felt the whispers of their strange presence-but she's never truly been part of their world. Raven is calm, observant, and quietly formidable. She doesn't need to prove herself; people notice because she is. Her mysterious aura makes her seem untouchable, but beneath the surface lies a heart that craves connection, even if she doesn't let it show. For decades, Alice Cullen kept a secret: a vision of a girl who didn't yet exist, destined to be the anchor for Jasper's war-torn soul. When Bella Swan arrives in Forks, it all started. The moment Raven finally gets paired in a project class with the Jasper Hale, the vision finally becomes a reality. As an empath who has spent a century drowning in the emotions of others, Jasper finds an impossible "calm" in Raven-a silent strength that challenges his control and offers him a peace he never thought he deserved. While their connection was foretold long ago, the path through the supernatural dangers of the Olympic Peninsula is anything but certain. Together, they must navigate the thin line between a predestined fate and the choice to love, proving that even the most turbulent heart can find its home in the one person Alice saw coming a lifetime ago.

edited: 11/27/25 - 11/30/25 heavy edit: 06/04/26 - 06/11/26 ﾟ+*:ꔫ:* 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 Alicendria Targaryen, The 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯. The 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 is 𝔦𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 with her nephew, the 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢. How could someone so perfect be inlove with someone who is 𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖍𝖔𝖙-𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉, 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊? Growing up she did not care of falling inlove with someone and having children. Despite being the sister of the king, a princess, she was a free woman. She is love by many. She is the 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪'𝔰 𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔧𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔩. She did not care about love, she was against of falling inlove with someone who she's related to or she was. ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· "Everything will be alright, 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌." She said as she kissed his hands in comfort. "I lost an eye. Aegon will start laughing at me again. Not because I do not have a dragon, but because I lost an eye." Aemond said burying his head on his aunt's neck. "Oh my poor boy, I shall have Ser Farris find you the most beautiful sapphire and we shall place the sapphire on your right eye just like what Ser Symeon Star-Eyes did." Alicendria said as she caressed her nephew's hair. Trigger Warning Story contains: 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 language, 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, and mentions of 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍.

Aemond Targaryen spent most of his life alone, being picked on by his own brothers and nephews constantly for being considered a "twat" or "freak", but not by his niece, Alyssa Arryn. Alyssa was his niece through his younger half sister, Princess Viserra Targaryen, and her husband, Lord Hubert Arryn. They were raised in two different parts of the world, never truly getting close, but she remained in his thoughts. She remained in his heart. One night he gets the courage to claim the almighty Vhagar for himself, but then horrors fill the caves of Driftmark...as well as the walls of the Eyrie. Horrors that would weaken House Targaryen for many, many years. Will the house of the dragon recover after such tragedies hit? Will Aemond be forever forced to only know Alyssa in his thoughts? Will Alyssa be strong enough to endure what the gods intend for her? ****A lot of OC's in this, and as usual High Valyrian dialogue is italicized**** ***This is my darkest story. I understand it might get a little too dark at times, but I will do my best to guide those that wanna skip those parts with my TW's so just remember. You were warned*** ***bring tissues. Y'all know I'm gonna make you cry***

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