Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

Sixth doomed consort? No-she leashed the crown prince instead. Psychologist Li Hana transmigrates into the body of Qi Yuwen, sixth bride to Crown Prince Wei Chenli. A man of haunting beauty whose previous wives all met tragic ends. Hana sees him not as a husband, but as her newest test subject, a toy, her most high maintenance patient, poking at every crack in his carefully constructed mask. What she doesn't expect? The predator doesn't like being caged-and now he's obsessed with the woman who dares leash him.

IN FIRE AND SNOW ROBB STARK X OC COMPLETED GAME OF THRONES FANFICTION When the war for the Iron Throne begins, a forgotten Targaryen rises from the ashes. Princess Maerya Targaryen, the younger sister of Daenerys Stormborn, has lived her life in her sister's shadow, trained in diplomacy, forged in fire, and bound by blood to a destiny she never asked for. But when the King in the North, Robb Stark, sails to Dragonstone seeking alliance, duty collides with fate. What begins as strategy becomes something far more dangerous, a love born in the heart of war. Together they'll face dragons, betrayal, and the night itself. Yet for all their power, it is mercy, not fire, that might just save them, and reshape the Seven Kingdoms forever. In a world of ice and fire, two hearts learn that peace is the bravest kind of victory.

In the shadow of Robert's Rebellion, a boy was born of both wolf and stag Torrhen Baratheon, firstborn son of Robert Baratheon and Lyanna Stark. Towering in strength like his father, yet cold eyed and calculating like his mother's kin, Torrhen grows into a warrior unmatched and a mind sharpened by maesters. Despised by his stepmother, hated by his younger brother Joffrey, and loved only by few, Torrhen stands alone in King's Landing heir to a fractured kingdom. Wielding Robert's warhammer and a Stark's will of iron, he must navigate a court of vipers, survive the schemes of Cersei Lannister, and claim the crown meant for him. But as whispers of prophecy echo through the realm, some say this prince is more than just his father's heir. Some call him the King That Was Promised. (Disclaimer This is a work of fanfiction based on Game of Thrones and A Song of Ice and Fire. All rights to the original world and characters belong to George R.R. Martin and HBO. I only own my original character, Torrhen Baratheon. This story is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only.)

Wei Wuxian finds himself inexplicably transported back to his six-year-old self, years after his death. Confronted with the errors of his past, he resolves to reshape his future, rejecting deceit and choosing to live for himself. Despite this new path, he remains committed to the promises made in his previous life. He begins training under his mother's master, embarking on a fresh journey while retaining memories of his past experiences.

Roselyn was Lyonels perfect fiery match. 🍷 "My loneliness Left the room the second that you walked in." ⚔️ Most characters belong to grrm Any mature content is between consenting fictional characters

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫-𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝. The North does not kneel easily. And it certainly does not trust dragons. Aryssa Stark was sent South as a pawn-but she never expected to find herself drawn to the very man who took everything from her. Baelor Breakspear Targaryen is cold, calculating, and far too powerful... yet behind his control lies something softer, something that begins to unravel her in ways she cannot fight. But nothing in their world is simple. With whispers of betrayal, a past love turning into something darker, and death creeping closer with every passing day, Aryssa is forced to question everything-her loyalty, her heart... and the man she's starting to trust. Because in a court where power is everything and love is a weakness, falling for him might be the most dangerous thing she'll ever do. And if love dares to bloom between ice and fire - Winterfell may not survive it. 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐨𝐟𝐜

When Harri Potter and her three sisters make a Hail Mary decision to change the world, Ginny fucks them all over by breaking the one thing that was supposed to get them home. "Ah bloody hell," Harri groaned when her eyes set upon the town of Small Heath. "I can feel my lungs burning like I've been dropped kicked by a Thestral!" "It's... quaint?" Hermione didn't sound optimistic. "I think it'll be nice!" Luna grinned and pointed. "See! Look that nice man is helping that woman with her dress." Hermione covered Luna's eyes. She, Harri, and Ginny shared a look. That man was having very public sex in the middle of the street. "I don't think my feminist self is going to love it here," Ginny muttered. Tom cried in Harri's arms as if he completely agreed with them. "I think that Pub is open," Harri pointed to "The Garrison"

Anastasia Black has never belonged. The daughter of Sirius Black, she grew up under the shadow of his name, branded an outcast long before she ever set foot in Hogwarts. A Ravenclaw with a sharp mind and a streak of rebellion, she survived the war against Voldemort - but survival came at a cost. Her father, her godfather, the boy she loved... all gone. And in the silence that followed victory, she was left with nothing but grief and a dragon. When the skies tore open and a storm of magic hurled her into another world, Anastasia thought fate had finally broken her. Instead, she landed in a realm of kings and wolves, fire and iron. She arrived in time to save a man condemned to die - Lord Eddard Stark - and with him, the daughters he loved. Now Westeros whispers of the stranger with silver eyes and a dragon at her side. Some call her sorceress. Some call her savior. Others whisper a name she does not remember: Rhaenys Targaryen. But Anastasia knows only this - she is a Black no matter what, and this game of thrones will not break her.

Robb Stark dies at the Red Wedding, but the Gods aren't done with him yet. Not the Old Gods, though, nor the New. Instead, the Valar have decided that Robb is the perfect candidate to help a certain Fellowship save Middle-Earth and encourage a reluctant heir to take a long-abandoned throne. Oh, and Grey Wind is there, too. |LotR x ASoIaF/GoT crossover|