❝once, she was known as the sweet creature. by the end, they whispered her name like a warning.❞ in which; helaena targaryen, sister to rhaegar, viserys, and daenerys, is taken from westeros after the fall of her house. gentle and otherworldly, she remains untouched in manner, as if the world cannot quite reach her, even as it destroys everything she loves. yet exile is a cruel tutor, and even the softest heart learns strange things in the dark. GAME OF THRONES FANFIC SEASON ONE ✶ SEASON EIGHT

Krypton didn't just fall-it vanished into the void, taking Kara Zor-El's entire world with it. But instead of landing on Earth under a gentle sky, her escape pod shattered through a cosmic tear, crashing into the dark, storm-lashed seas of Dragonstone during the reign of King Viserys I. Found bleeding in the surf by Prince Daemon Targaryen, the silver-haired girl with starry eyes and a strange white hound was given a new name, a false lineage, and a dangerous secret. Claimed as the Rogue Prince's bastard daughter, "Kara Targaryen" spent a decade drowning her survivor's guilt in Arbor red, sparring with dragonlords, and suppressing god-like powers in a medieval world that couldn't comprehend what she was. Now, as King Viserys breathes his last and the Dance of the Dragons threatens to turn the Seven Kingdoms to ashes, the jaded bastard of Dragonstone faces a choice. She can watch her adoptive family tear itself apart-or she can step out of the shadows, unleash the sun's fire, and force a bloody realm to heal.

"A throne is just iron. An empire is built on iron, grain, and absolute discipline." She doesn't know who she was before she woke in the ashes of Khal Drogo's pyre. Her old name is gone. Her old face is forgotten. But as Daenerys Targaryen, she possesses an uncanny, instinctual grasp of logistics, power, and statecraft that no young queen should have. She wears the silks and leathers of the East, speaks with the commanding cadence of House Targaryen, and commands three growing dragons. But while the lords of Westeros bleed their lands dry fighting over a crown, Daenerys turns her back on their game. Let Westeros tear itself to pieces. The Mother of Dragons is building something that will outlast them all. (Reborn as Daenerys Targaryen) #1 in daarionaharis #1 in missandei #1 in alternateuniverse #2 in greyworm #2 in housestark #3 in jorahmormont #4 in robbstark #4 in game of thrones #5 in asoiaf #5 in targaryen #6 in got

The future of the Seven Kingdom's change when Prince Baelor decides to marry again. This time, his choice is made out of love, not an arranged match. Princess Viserra Targaryen is the eldest daughter of Maekar Targaryen, and her father would soon see her married, to her brother Aerion. She decides that the only one who could stop Aerion is the heir of the Iron Throne. When chase turns into love, no one can stop them. Potential matches are ruined, scandal rises at court, and fate changes. Baelor does not perish at Ashford. A greater king than Jaeharys the Conciliator awaits the Seven Kingdoms, and he is madly in love with his niece. All credit goes to George R.R. Martin. This story is different from the original, although most characters are the ones from canon.

It's been over 50 years since the Dance of Dragons ended. And with it Dragons, along with magic, had since been gone from the world. And because of it, House Targaryen began its slow downfall, starting with the mess created by Aegon the Unlucky and Aegon the Unworthy, which led to the first Blackfyre. It felt like It truly was the beginning of the end for House Targaryen. That is, until a miracle befell upon House Targaryen. and it started with the arrival of Princess Aeloria Targaryen, Firstborn child and daughter of Prince Baelor Break-Spear Targaryen. And with her arrival, miracles have been slowly arriving at the Realm of Westeros. Miracles that haven't been seen since the Fall of the Dragon. Duncan x OC *AN* Remember that this is a fanfiction. All rights go to George R.R. Martin and HBO.

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.

She dreamed of dragons. On the stroke of midnight on New Year's Day, a devoted A Song of Ice and Fire fan falls asleep with Fire & Blood resting on her chest. She awakens in another world. Deep within an uncharted jungle, in a secluded cabin hidden from the eyes of mankind, she discovers she now inhabits the body of Vaenyra Aeraryon, heir to a forgotten High Dragonlord bloodline that escaped the Doom of Valyria centuries before House Targaryen ever rose to power. Bound by blood, ancient Valyrian magic, and a centuries-old oath, House Aeraryon has remained hidden on the enchanted island of Vaerathys, preserving dragons, knowledge, and secrets long believed lost to history. Knowing the future only from books and legends, Vaenyra refuses to remain hidden forever. Disguising her unmistakable Valyrian features with ancient glamour magic, she sets out to explore the Free Cities, the distant kingdoms of Essos, and eventually Westeros itself-years before the Dance of the Dragons. History remembers only the Targaryens. It never knew another dragonlord family survived. Until now. Author's Note The original characters, original locations, original dragon designs, and original House Aeraryon created for this story belong to me. All other characters, locations, lore, and elements from A Song of Ice and Fire, Fire & Blood, and House of the Dragon belong to George R. R. Martin and their respective copyright holders. This is a non-profit fan work created purely for entertainment. PS: This is done for my entertainment, mostly. And yes, I use AI to help me generate the chapters, so if there are inconsistencies, do forgive me for that. Also, my story is based on the show, House of the Dragon, and not on George R. R. Martin's book.

A plane crash was a statistical anomaly, surviving one even more so. The odds were microscopic, laughable in their improbability. And yet Dr. Anicia Morrone had survived, defying mathematics and mortality alike, only to wake in a world infinitely crueler than the one she had left behind. This was not Alice in Wonderland, oh no, this was Anicia in the depths of Hades' own imagining... though even that comparison felt generous. Hades, at least, had rules. Westeros had ambition.

Born during the fiercest snowstorm Winterfell had seen in years, Maege Stark was raised to be everything a noble daughter should be-quiet, graceful, and dutiful. But quiet girls hear everything. As the world she has always known begins to unravel, Maege is forced to leave the North behind for the dangerous courts of King's Landing, where loyalty is bought, secrets are currency, and surviving often means becoming someone else. While her family is torn apart by war and betrayal, Maege must decide whether duty is worth the cost of her own heart. Along the way, an unexpected bond with a mysterious young man threatens to change the future she thought had already been written. In a game where wolves, lions, dragons, and kings all hunger for power... Even the quietest wolf can become the most dangerous. oc x game of thrones x male oc

The Dance of the Dragons claimed countless lives, but none more devastating than that of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon-the beloved heir to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. Unwilling to accept her son's death, Rhaenyra turns to an enigmatic Red Priestess who offers her a miracle at a terrible price. Jacaerys is not truly returned to life. Instead, he is placed into an enchanted sleep beneath Dragonstone, where ancient fire magic preserves him exactly as he was on the day he "died": sixteen years old, forever suspended between life and death. One hundred and seventy years later, the Last Dragon comes home. When Daenerys Targaryen returns to Dragonstone with her three dragons, long-forgotten magic begins to stir within the mountain. Hidden beneath the castle lies a secret lost to history; a sleeping prince, a broken prophecy, and a promise made by a grieving mother that has endured through the fall of kingdoms. Some legends are never meant to die. Some princes are only waiting to be awakened. **This story is completely inspired by the incredible edit made by @vermaxfire on Tiktok! Full credit of the idea goes to them, I just wanted to bring the story to life!!** ENJOY! :)