She suddenly finds herself in a strange beast world, where five weak little cubs call her their mother. She soon realizes she is inside a story and has taken the role of a cruel mother who is destined to die in a tragic way. Terrified of that future, she becomes determined to survive and change what is supposed to happen. With a mysterious farm and ranch she brought with her, she works hard to care for the cubs, and slowly, they begin to change.

Fox and Hunter ​"The Iron Throne is a curse. It demands blood, and it is hungry. But I refuse to bleed for it." She died in the modern world and woke up as Princess Aerea Targaryen-a quiet, background royal who just wanted to build a soap empire, hoard gold, and escape the continent before the Targaryen civil war blew up. He died in a brutal future and regressed back to his youth as Prince Aerion Targaryen-a bloodthirsty dragon supremacist obsessed with rewriting history and securing the throne by any means necessary. Her plan was simple: keep her head down, hide her modern soul, and secretly ride her wild ghost dragon. His plan was absolute: eliminate any threat to his house. He remembers the future. She knows the story. And as the silver fox tries to run, the time-traveling predator is beginning to realize... his quiet little niece was never in the History. DARK / MORALLY GREY | TRANSMIGRATION x REGRESSION | KINGDOM BUILDING

❝I'm sorry, Cat. We cannot keep this child. ❞ ❝You have your bastard. This one's mine. ❞ Toward the end of the war, a baby was born in secret. A noble bastard with the blood of Robert Baratheon. The boy was raised a Stark, the second eldest child of Catelyn and Ned Stark. When the King comes to Winterfell for the first time since the Greyjoy rebellion, everything changes. Featuring my OC: Lucian Stark (Baratheon) DISCLAIMER: Certain passages are pulled straight from George R.R. Martin's books because who is going to write it better than the man himself? GAME OF THRONES SEASONS 1-8

She was his wife. He never saw her. - Reborn from another world, Aelyra-bearer of the Gem of Dawn-is bound by order of Viserys I Targaryen to marry Daemon Targaryen. A man of fire. A man who refuses her. "You are a Hightower. That is all I need to know." So she becomes someone else. Silent. Veiled. Forgotten. And in the shadows of King's Landing, he speaks freely- to a stranger he trusts... never knowing she is the wife he left behind. - But this is not just their story. After the Dance of the Dragons, when war has taken everything- the gods force them to watch. From Encantadia... to her life in Westeros... to every moment she stood beside them, unseen. - And Daemon finally understands. "She was there..." "Gods... she was always there." - She helped win a war that will never remember her. She died... without a name. And when he finally loves her- she is already gone. - "I would have chosen you... had I only known." - But she was never meant to be chosen. Only to change everything. ⸻ He rejected her in life. He loved her too late.

"i will give you war" when a devil falls in love, it is most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her. "i serve my princess. no one else" _____________________ 𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿. _____________________ |daemon targaryen × oc| |this story will mainly be about Daemon and Visenya, but of course other things will also be dealt with, but their relationship will come first| |many things may not fit with the series or the book| |I have no rights to any characters| |characters created by me are mine| |English is not my native language, so I apologize for the mistakes| |this story will contain profanity and sexual scenes| |tik tok: hcledf|

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. Deianira Targaryen has lived her whole life as a shadow, a ghost hidden from the world that burned her house to ash. Torn from her refuge across the Narrow Sea, she is forced into the heart of the Red Keep - disguised, nameless, surrounded by her family's enemies. But ghosts cannot hide forever. Whispers of a silver-haired girl spread through the city. Jaime Lannister hunts her, Cersei plots, and even the brother she came to save may not be the ally she hoped for. To survive, Aelira must decide whether to keep running... or claim the fire and face the lions in their den. - Ser Jaime Lannister X Fem OC Robb Stark x Fem OC - Started: 11/06/25 Finished: Yet to be confirmed -

We all know the story of House Stark-the honor, the loyalty, the ruin that follows. But this is not that story. Not entirely. There was another child of Winterfell. A daughter. Meet Lyra Stark, the eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark, born scarcely a year before Robb. Raised among wolves, she never quite fit the shape expected of her. She is neither a warrior like her brothers nor a courtly lady like Sansa. Where others find comfort in duty, Lyra feels the pull of something beyond the walls of Winterfell-something restless, untamed. She does not dream of marriage or titles. She dreams of choice. Of distant roads, foreign skies, and a life that belongs to her alone. Her path changes the moment she is given a chance to leave it all behind. Far from the cold stone of Winterfell and the gilded dangers of King's Landing, Lyra finds herself bound to a man as harsh as the world itself-rough in speech, scarred in both flesh and spirit, and utterly indifferent to courtesy. Sandor Clegane is not a man easily understood, and yet something in him stirs her temper as often as it catches her breath. And when he does smile-rare, fleeting-it feels like the war-torn realm has, for a heartbeat, fallen silent. Follow Lyra as she walks a path threaded through the story you think you know-through blood and betrayal, fragile alliances, and the quiet, dangerous pull of something like love.

In a realm split between Black and Green, one princess refuses to choose a side. Isalyn Targaryen - daughter of Daemon, rider of three dragons, and bride to the most feared prince in Westeros - walks a razor's edge between blood and duty as the Dance of the Dragons begins to tear her family apart. While the realm demands loyalty, she seeks something far more dangerous: balance. But peace is fragile in a world built on fire. As whispers of prophecy follow her and dragons darken the skies above King's Landing, Isalyn must decide what kind of queen she will become - a bridge between warring houses... or the storm that ends them all. Legacy. Betrayal. Dragons. And a girl who was never meant to survive the throne. ✦ A House of the Dragon fanfiction✦ Slow-burn tragedy • Political tension • Dragonfire & destiny✦ "From Shadow, Fire."

Vaera Targaryen takes a dip in the Velaryon waters. 🐉 "Take it all off and just exist." 🌊 Most characters belong to grrm Any mature content is between consenting adults

Nyraexis/Aegoryx (Valyrian/Common Tongue) Noun - A legendary two-headed white dragon said to have been born from "icefire," a rare fusion of frozen storm magic and dragon flame in ancient Valyrian myth. Two Kings at once.