The last leaves of autumn are drifting across Winterfell. Jon Arryn is dead, and King Robert rides North to Winterfell with the Lannisters in tow... ...just so in time for Artemis Green to find herself inexplicably transported to the harsh world of Westeros. Thrust into a world where honor breeds death and trust leads to betrayal, Artemis must balance her desire to save lives with the risk of changing too much, all while protecting her heart from those who could either be her greatest allies or her greatest weaknesses. [season one got - ] · updates every Wednesday and Saturday

HOTD | DAEMON TARGARYEN X FEM!OC ⸻ She is caged in stone and silk. But her dragon still flies. Behind the red walls of the Keep, Lady Serenya Vaelthar waits - heir to a bloodline whispered of in fear, a legacy of fire and shadow. She is the only soul alive to have tamed the Cannibal, the great black dragon that bows to no rider. A creature as wild and untouchable as the woman who calls him hers. The court calls her dangerous. The King calls her prisoner. The Faith calls her curse. But to Prince Daemon Targaryen, she is something else entirely- A reflection of his own hunger. A spark that flares where his fire has always burned alone. A secret meant only for him. Drawn to her by the ancient pulse of Valyrian blood and the allure of magic long thought lost, Daemon finds not an enemy but a companion: one who sees him, tempers him, ignites him. Their bond is forbidden, their love whispered only in shadows and stolen glances. Yet with every heartbeat, every brush of fingers, every lingering gaze across the quiet halls of the Keep, something inexorable weaves them closer together. Together, they are not ruin, but resurrection. Not chains, but wings. Not destruction, but desire given form. And in a world that watches with suspicion and envy, their greatest rebellion may not be war at all- but love. "I am not your prisoner, prince. I am yours."

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.

This is the story of Princess Eiraella Targaryen, a princess of the blood born into the glory and danger of House Targaryen. She is the daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and his beloved queen, Aemma Arryn, and the twin sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. While her sister is destined to rule and claim dragons as her birthright, Eiraella walks a different path. In a dynasty defined by fire and blood, she remains dragonless-an unusual fate for a Targaryen princess. Yet what she lacks in flame, she makes up for in intellect, resolve, and quiet strength. Set within the splendor and intrigue of the royal court, her story unfolds in the shadow of the Iron Throne. As the youngest member of the Small Council, Eiraella must navigate the dangerous politics of the Red Keep, where loyalty is fragile and ambition burns hotter than dragonfire. Surrounded by powerful lords, shifting alliances, and the ever-present weight of her family's legacy, she must prove that power does not come only from dragons-but from wisdom, courage, and an unyielding will. This is the tale of a princess without a dragon, striving to find her place in the House of the Dragon. 🔥🐉🔥 So far only Princess Eiraella is my own creation; all other characters and much of the world remain as portrayed in House of the Dragon. The story follows the main plot of the series, though certain events and details have been reimagined to weave her journey seamlessly into the unfolding drama. As this is my first fanfiction-and English is not my first language-there may be mistakes along the way. Still, this story is written with passion and admiration for the world of fire and blood, and I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed creating it. 🔥🐉🔥 A tale of fire and blood set upon parchment, where dragons stir and wolves remember... 🥚Story journey: started 07.02.2025 / ended ?? 🔥

War. They had dragged her into it, wrapped her in prophecy, and painted her as some messiah with a target on her back, all to clean up their mess. She was supposed to fight their battles, die their hero, and leave the world tidily saved. But Alexandrina Potter didn't give a damn about anyone's savior fantasies anymore. It should have ended. She did her duty, paid in scars and losses, and tried to make her peace. Yet here she was, tossed back nearly three decades by a smugly amused Lord Death, dumped into the year 1958 with a son she'd kept hidden from the world and a blood-adopted daughter who carried a legacy darker than any shadow she'd ever faced. Thomas Alexander Potter, three years old, bright-eyed, her heart's calm anchor. And Delphini Lilith Potter, fierce, sharp, and bound to her not by fate but by Alexandrina's own stubborn defiance of it. They were hers, and damn it, that meant something. Her goals were simple, if slightly ambitious: avoid meddling wizards, rewrite the future, and raise her children without the looming threat of war breathing down their necks. Shouldn't be too hard, right? She'd already defeated one megalomaniac. What was a little time travel, a few impossible odds, and the chance of crossing paths with Tom Riddle when he was still just a snake-eyed schoolboy with delusions of grandeur? Life had given her a second chance-no more, no less. And she was bloody well going to use it. Most Impressive Ranking #1 enemiestolovers out of 117K stories

What if it wasn't anything the current Potter's had done that saved Azalea Potter as an infant? What if the child prodigy Thomas Riddle had tweaked with the horcrux spell before creating them? What happens when they discovered that nothing is exactly what is seems. Fem!Harry, Dumbledorebashing, Explict Sex/ Mention of RAPE. You have been warned. I don't own this book this book belongs to HERMIT532 on Fanfiction.net I DON'T OWN THIS BOOK

When Catelyn Tully never married Eddard Stark, the quiet wolf and instead a Targaryen came to Winterfell and the North.

Through out the years, in Targaryen family their has been a story. much like Aegon's dream, but this was about a girl who had stopped aging when she was only Ten and Five. how she was learning a new type of magic, that got taught to her from her dreams. Her name was Rhaenora Targaryen, or The Valyrian Witch.

Baelon Targaryen lives! Aemma Arryn was promised by her grandmother that she would never marry without love and only when she wished. While her cousin Viserys has pursued her since she was eight, she has no interest in him. His father, on the other hand, catches her interest almost immediately. Aemma arrives at court to take care of her grandmother and instead falls in love. Some people might not see it with good eyes, but she doesn't care. I had so many requests for this story that I finally decided to write it.

{Book 3} She rose not to rule - but to light the way for the one who must. Deep beneath Dragonstone, sealed beneath a cocoon of diamond-fire, the legendary Queen Velleanna Targaryen sleeps. Entombed for nearly two centuries beside her colossal dragon, Cannibal, she was preserved by ancient magic and prophecy-her body unaged, her soul suspended in silence. But prophecies do not forget. When the first cry of dragons echoes again across the world-three hatchlings born from fire and blood beneath the stars of smoke and salt-Queen Velleanna stirs. It is 192 years later. The world she knew is gone. Her family is dust. The Iron Throne has passed through madmen and tyrants. The girl with dragon's blood, Princess Daenerys Targaryen, daughter of the Mad King, now walks the path of fire. With the shattering of the diamond cocoon, Velleanna opens her violet eyes-and the old power awakens with her. The world will soon learn the wrath of a queen who once bled for the realm. Will she rise to guide the Prince-or Princess-Who Was Promised? Or will she burn the world that once betrayed her? A forgotten queen. A dead empire. A world unready for her return. "Queen a ghost from the past" begins a new Targaryen Dynasty. {Oc X Henry Cavil}