The night a wail echoed throughout the red keep, was the night the world graced Rhaella Targaryen with a younger sister.A perfect mirror, a perfect friend. But as the two grew and king viserys saw the difference between the two of them, it was as if they was strangers with the same last name. Rhaella Targaryen was the complete opposite to her younger sister, yet she was outspoken, she knew what she wanted and she wasn't going to back down. Harwin strong, a Nobels son. 'Breakbones' yet for the 18 year old princess he was like putty in her hands. The girl with the crooked smile, of course he had ladies from all over calling upon him. Swearing their loyalty and promise. But none mattered. Not like she did. The king had refused to wed the two, despite rhaellas begs and cries. And Harwin had refused to marry another, despite the need for heirs for his household name.

Saera Martell was a flame caught between two winds, never burning in one direction for long. Born as the daughter of a Targaryen and a Martell, she was a dreamer plagued by memories that are not her own. Faces, moments, and emotions linger long after she wakes, leaving her uncertain of where her dreams end and her true self begins. When duty calls, Saera is sent to King's Landing, where visions, politics, and expectation press in from all sides. There, she meets Aerion Targaryen. Someone, who has been haunting her mind. He was like a name written over and over, though never the same. But not all ties are woven by dreams. Valarr Targaryen enters her life without warning or prophecy. He was an unforeseen presence defined by kindness rather than fate. As Saera struggles to reconcile memory with reality and desire with duty, she finds herself drawn in conflicting directions. In king's landing, unexpected friendships form. Ones that would haunt her life in the years to come. Burrowed echoes occupy her mind, taking up the space of her own. Caught between identity, responsibility, and choice, Saera must decide whether her future will be shaped by the dreams that haunt her-or by the life she chooses to claim as her own. But will the gods allow it, whatever her decision?

Three legitimate heirs. Zero room for doubt. When Rhaenyra Targaryen marries Baelor, she secures the throne with three pureborn children: Valarr, Matarys, and Aelora. It should be an easy victory. But Queen Alicent Hightower is nothing if not adaptable. Without the whisper of bastardry to weaponize, how will the Green Queen poison the Realm against the rightful heir? Find out if a single altered vow can truly avert the Dance of the Dragons or if some dynasties are simply born to burn.

In Gotham, secrets don't just stay buried-they hunt you. When Bruce Wayne is murdered, the city looks for a scapegoat, and Turner Hayes is the perfect target. Isabella March is the perfect daughter, the perfect friend, and the perfect lie.

"A falling star brings luck to those who see it." "The luck is all mine already, Elaena" To be the first princess born to House Targaryen in a generation is to have your fate sealed with your first cry. To have someone watching over you from the stars is to have your luck foretold, your path guided by their light. Or so Elaena Targaryen tells herself. Prince Maekar had long defied brothers and Kings alike to keep his little stargirl beside him. But the tourney at Ashford is a summons, and the King's word is law. Marriage is duty. But a falling star can change its course.

HANDS TURNING LOOM... SPOOL OF GREEN, SPOOL OF BLACK... DRAGONS OF FLESH WEAVING DRAGONS OF THREAD... --- She grew out of control, like an untreated wound. She had Aegon right in her hands, her serpent like hold tightening on him, choking him with all of her ideas and lies. Roselyn Hightower was now a threat. A dangerous one in brightly colored gowns and pearl jewelry. Otto knew, the only way to kill a snake was to cut it's head off. --- ( DARK! AEGON II TARGARYEN x OC ) ( HELAENA TARGARYEN x OC ) [ SLOW UPDATES ] --- { STARTED & COMPLETED: MARCH 12, 2024 - ? } +Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN any part of House of the Dragon ( I wish I did.. ), its plot, lines, or it's characters. I do, however OWN MY characters and every single one of their stupid jokes, so PLEASE don't steal my stuff. This WILL be based on the TV Show ( Sorry to all of my book fans out there! ). WARNING: Swearing ( medium ), blood, death, mentions of PTSD, ( brief ) mentions of alcohol use, ( slight ) parental abandonment, loneliness, sassiness and stupidity, ( brief ) smut, and dark / yandere. The typical GOT / ASOIAF stuff.. { I re-used the pre-done format for one of my old discontinued stories, so it could be tagged / labeled. Also sorry to those who were fans / read the old discontinued story. }

Following the death of Queen Rhaenyra's sons, sired by Laenor Velaryon, and the presumed death of Prince Daemon, Rhaenyra made the choice to keep her youngest children, Aegon, Visenya and Viserys, from suffering the same fate as their Velaryon brothers. Having sold her crown, the fallen Queen secured passage on a ship to Pentos in 131 AC but was intercepted by a group of Myrish pirates. While Rhaenyra's remaining Queensguard managed to hold them off, Aegon the Younger was taken captive and handed over to Aegon II. Throughout the years that followed, Rhaenyra failed on multiple occasions to retrieve her son, and any form of negotiation was struck down by Aegon and Alicent. All but one remained on the table; Aegon would spare his nephew's life in exchange for Princess Visenya's hand in marriage.

IF YOU ARE A MINOR SKIP THE FIRST FIVE CHAPTERS A collection of stolen moments, late-night thoughts, and everything in between. Here, you'll find a mix of wholesome, heartwarming snippets and unfiltered 18+ encounters. Consider this the designated home for all the fleeting ideas that refuse to leave my head offered to you in bite-sized pieces. Dive in, find your favorites, and enjoy the ride.