Ten years had passed since the fall of the King of Hybren, a decade marked by a fragile peace. Scarlett Stayrus, the savior of the Fiends, now ruled her kingdom. The tranquility was shattered by the arrival of a High Lord, a figure of immense power and influence, whose presence reeked of trouble. He came seeking answers, driven by a haunting doubt. Had he truly seen his fallen friend, or was his mind playing cruel tricks? The King of Hybren was gone, the Cauldron destroyed, and with it, the Aether core. Or so they believed.

𓅆 ⋆˚࿔ 𓅆 They called her the 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊-beautiful, beloved, and far too cherished by her father to be treated as a mere pawn. Lady 𝐋𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐧, eldest daughter of Lord Donnel 𝕬𝖗𝖗𝖞𝖓 and Lady Kyra 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐, was meant to wed Lord Oscar Tully. But fate had other plans, and death stole her betrothed before they could say their vows. A year later, the realm is stunned when she is promised to Prince Baelor Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. A political match. A future queen. A prince she was never meant to love. Yet in a kingdom where alliances are forged with blood and broken with fire, Lysierra may discover that destiny has always had plans of its own. Perhaps the gods took away one future because they had written her a greater one. 𓅆 Lysierra drew herself up. "Yes, my father is your loyal subject, Your Grace. But I am still my mother's daughter." A flicker crossed Queen Myriah's face. Lady Kyra smiled openly now. "I am a Stark woman." "If Prince Baelor does not desire me, then I will not allow myself to be tossed around like a rag doll from one arrangement to another." Lord Donnel closed his eyes. "Lysierra..." "And if I ever feel that is what this marriage becomes," she continued, her voice unwavering, "then I shall return to the Vale that very instant." Prince Maekar barked a short laugh. Queen Myriah hid a smile behind her cup. Lysierra met the king's gaze directly. "I may not be a princess, Your Grace, and my father may not be a king like you. But in the Vale, I am treated like one." Silence followed. Lord Donnel looked as though he wished the floor would swallow him. Then, unexpectedly, King Daeron laughed. A warm, surprised laugh. "My lady," he said, "you sound very much like your mother." Lady Kyra raised her goblet.

King Joffrey Baratheon was meant to die at his wedding feast. The poison reached his throat, his heart stopped, and the court watched as the boy king collapsed before the Iron Throne could ever truly become his. Yet death had not accounted for Saerra Martell-the fierce daughter of Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand, a witch from another world, and the woman Joffrey had loved long before Margaery Tyrell ever wore his crown. With a bezoar, forbidden magic, and a command Joffrey refuses to disobey, Saerra drags him back from death. His first word is her name. His next are for the five children no one knew they had. Now the Tyrell conspiracy is unraveling, Tyrion stands accused of a murder he did not commit, Sansa Stark has been captured alongside Petyr Baelish, and the realm must face an impossible truth: Joffrey already has a wife, three sons, two daughters, and a dynasty hidden beyond the reach of the Iron Throne. But while King's Landing tears itself apart with lies, ambition, and betrayal, a queen across the Narrow Sea gathers dragons, and in the frozen darkness beyond the Wall, an ancient enemy stirs once more. The king survived. His true queen has stepped from the shadows. The game for the Iron Throne is no longer the greatest threat to the realm. And those who tried to destroy their family are about to learn how fiercely a lion fights for what is his. Joffrey Baratheon × Fem!Harry Potter (Saerra Martell)

In the Heart of Hogwarts, power is no longer given--It is claimed. Born 16 minutes apart Hadrian Orion Asterion Potter-Black and Canis Altair Cassian Potter-Black enter Hogwarts not as innocent first-years, but as heirs of ancient bloodlines long thought dormant. With the runes of their ancestors carved into their very skin and magic older than the castle humming beneath their fingertips, the twins arrive ready to defy fate itself. Slytherin will not know what hit it. I am doing some major editing on the chapters I've done 15 of the beginning chapters

Poly Batboys x OC Spicy 18+ Will hold both MxM and MxF and just all together.

Pretty ones are crazy. A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧| ❝ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬; 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭❞ In which Elaena Icefyre ( Stark Targaryen) unknown legitimate daughter of Shaena Targaryen and Brandon Stark sets out on a journey discovering who she really is and take back what is rightfully belongs to her. Along the way she encounters danger and allies. She learns more of her magic and how to use it to defeat enemies who wants control over the north Game of Thrones Season 1-5AU Cover made by @rhaenryasmoontea

"Let me have your power, I won't fight the darkness anymore." She closed her eyes as her body burned. "What are you willing to give?" the darkness whispered. "Everything." And then it stopped. Because suddenly... the world went quiet. "Ah, you're not Half-Illyrian anymore, you're my Enchantress." Rhysand watched as Rhaenyra opened her eyes and he knew what she had done. Her eyes were no longer that light brown color. They were red. That gods-damned bitch had whipped her so brutally that he'd rarely seen such blood spilled as a result. Then ripped her wings. To break her. To torture her His Rhaenyra, locked in that darkness. She'd tried to tell him. Right before the army came. Tried to tell him about Amarantha's betrayal. She knew what was going to happen. The cost. She had given all of herself. Had given up her life. Her humanity burned away. Turned to nothing but dust between worlds. There would be no more Rhaenyra, only her body and this power. Rhysand knew in his heart that Rhaenyra would do whatever he asked, even if it meant Rhaenyra's life, therefore he was always careful never to ask too much. The girl who was neglected and abused. The girl who found love and lost it as a cost of her happiness. The girl who survived the Illyrian camps because she would not be afraid. The girl who made friends and fought for her freedom. The girl who was taught to not be a coward. Rhaenyra Nikova. "It was all borrowed time anyway." She'd told him. Rhaenyra did not expect them to come for her. She, who had come for them, who had found them all. If any of them, had it in then to change the world, it had been her. But no more. Warnings: Rape, miscarriage, torture, and smut. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

Lena Stark was born only moments apart from her twin brother, Robb, but there has always been something different about her. With blood-red hair that falls to her hips, bright green eyes, and a power no one in the North fully understands, Lena is more than just a daughter of Winterfell. She sees flashes of the future before they happen. With a flick of her wrist, she can bend the world around her, making impossible things come true. To outsiders, she is a mystery. To her enemies, she is a threat. But to House Stark, Lena is family, and when she speaks, they listen. As whispers of war begin to spread through Westeros and danger creeps closer to Winterfell, Lena must decide how far she is willing to go to protect the people she loves. The future is never clear, and every choice she makes could save her family... or destroy them. The Stark Witch is a Game of Thrones fanfic about magic, loyalty, family, and a young woman powerful enough to change the fate of the North.

𝗢𝗥𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗖; 「ᴬᵈʲ」ᴹʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴱⁿᵗʳᵃⁿᶜⁱⁿᵍ; ᴮᵉʸᵒⁿᵈ ᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵃʳʸ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍? 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ-02.04.2025