histórias de Gameofthrones

Lyanna Tyrell, princess of Highgarden, was raised in comfort and light, her childhood seemingly untouched by fear. Yet since she was very young, she has been haunted by the same nightmare: a dragon tearing her from her home. On her eighteenth birthday, that dream begins to take form. Her father tells her she has been betrothed to Aerion Targaryen of House Targaryen, grandson of the King of Westeros, a man feared throughout the realm as Aerion the Monstrous for his cruelty and vile acts. Lyanna begs not to leave Highgarden or be bound to a monster, but her father is unmoved. This marriage, he insists, is her duty. A Tyrell joined to House Targaryen will secure their house's future. As Lyanna is forced toward a fate she dreads, she must face a truth she has feared since childhood: her nightmares were never just dreams-they were a warning. If you have any suggestions or any questions and just want to leave feedback please leave a comment!

𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 - 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. ©𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘴 * cringe writing warning *

After reclaiming Meereen and freeing her dragons, Daenerys Targaryen believes her children are the last of their kind. But when fishermen report a jet‑black, hornless dragon slicing silently across the dawn sky - with a mysterious armored rider on its back - her world shifts. Fear strikes first: another dragon means another power, another claim, another threat. Yet as she weighs the dangers against the possibilities, Daenerys begins to wonder whether this stranger could be the ally she never expected. Across the sea, Hiccup and Toothless find themselves torn from their world they left behind and thrust into a land of fire, thrones, and war - where dragons are both feared and worshipped. As two dragon riders from different worlds draw closer, their meeting will challenge destinies, ignite new alliances, and reshape the balance of power in Essos.

Hicca left home to find dragons like Toothless. She did not mean to find Westeros. When a storm unlike any she has ever seen throws her across the world, she lands in the North - a land that already knows the word dragon, and hates it. The villagers fear her. The nobles study her. The King will eventually demand answers. In Winterfell, she finds something unexpected: curiosity instead of conquest. A bastard son who doesn't flinch. A wild girl who wants a sword that burns. A lord who measures men by honor, not legend. But in a world where dragons once ruled through terror, can a girl who believes in trust survive long enough to prove she's not another tyrant? And what happens when the North starts to believe her?

Bastard. Archer. Advisor. Alysanne Snow was many things, but she never expected the word Wife to be added to that list, let alone Queen. How in the seven hells did she get here? (slightly ooc!Joffrey Baratheon/he's a simp for his wife but everyone else means nothing to him)

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We all know how the story goes, Jon Snow was supposed to be brought back after dying at Castle Black's mutiny, participating in battle for the Dawn and all that. But what if Ned Stark had a bastard daughter too ?, one born in 280 AC shortly before the Rebellion started, one who cared for Jon deeply and followed him to the Wall by settling in Mole's town. What if she found out he was dead, but instead of letting Melisandre desecrate his body and soul by bringing him back through her monster God, she stopped her and made sure he rested in peace ?. Witness as Alarin Snow becomes Alarin the Primal Wolf, the High Magnarra of the North and the one who changes the North forever.

The Gods had blessed the Lannisters with twins once, and he would do so once more as Cersei Lannister would give birth to another alongside Joffrey Baratheon. Another boy with secrets already sewn into his heart. One troubled by injustice, yet bound by duty. A lion, born in the skin of a Stag. Would he let his duty bind him, or will he let justice guide his hand? Or shall envy swallow it all!

"I am not throwin' away my shot I am not throwin' away my shot Ayo, I'm just like my country I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwin' away my shot."

When sixteen-year-old Drax Silverthorne falls asleep after a night spent playing as a Black Prior, he doesn't wake to a game; he awakens in the blood-soaked world of Game of Thrones. Thrown into Braavos as an unwanted orphan sold by his own family, he has nothing but a harsh survival system, the knowledge of a military nerd, and a sealed egg belonging to a forgotten line of dragons. There are no game shortcuts, no godlike powers, and no heroism waiting to save him. If he wants to live, he must earn every coin through cunning, every skill through pain, and every piece of influence through calculated risk. From the shadows of the streets to the vaults of the Iron Bank, Drax begins building foundations meant not for survival, but for conquest. Through steel, fire, manipulation, and strategy, he will not follow the game of thrones. He will rewrite it. A stranger to this world. A black shield in the dark. The first king who will build an empire instead of inheriting one. Welcome to the rise of the Black Dragon.

What if Ned was a female? what if Rhaeger wasn't married to Elia Martell? what if Rhaeger takes interest in the Lady Wolf, Eddara Stark?

Princess Mariela Targaryen - daughter of King Daeron the Good, Princess of Dragonstone, wife to both Prince Baelor Breakspear and Prince Maekar - stands at the heart of House Targaryen's fragile unity. In 209 AC, she arrives at Ashford Meadow with her husbands and sons for a tourney meant to celebrate chivalry. Instead, it reveals fractures.

Maegon Waters, the bastsard son of Maekar Targaryen born just 2 years before redgrass field his mother handing him off to a traveling Minstrel at the age 1 and half in fear of the Targaryen's hunting down there bastards at the age of 12 he was handed over to a hedge knight by the name of Florian the Fair at the age of seventeen upon defeating a wildling in the borders of the vale he was knighted on the way to Ashford meadow while his master died of an festering wound he decides to become a mystery knight for the tourney

GoT spin-off with my own OC warning: this wil be a gxg one so... --- Prologue - The Girl With No Name Long before the world would know her as a queen. Before dragons bowed their heads. Before songs were written of her victories. There was only a girl in the shadows. The assassins of **Braavos** did not believe in mercy. They believed in discipline. In silence. In death. The guild was older than most kingdoms. A network of killers hidden beneath temples, taverns, and merchant houses across **Essos**. Those who entered rarely left. Children were taken young. Names erased. Identities stripped away. Only skill mattered. Nymeria had been brought there when she was five. She did not remember the people who sold her. Only fragments remained in her memory. Sunlight. Sand. A woman's voice singing. Dark eyes like her own. And fire. Always fire. --- ---The Training--- The guild masters noticed her quickly. Not because she was the strongest. But because she was relentless. She was faster than the older children. More patient. More observant. She did not rush. She waited. Watched. Calculated. If another trainee swung wildly with a blade, Nymeria would step aside and strike their ribs with brutal precision. If they attacked with anger, she disarmed them. If they hesitated, she struck. By twelve she was already sparring with grown assassins. By fourteen she had her first contract. A corrupt merchant in **Pentos**. She killed him in silence. A dagger through the throat while he slept. Clean. Efficient. Emotionless. The guild masters approved. But there were whispers about her. Not about her skill. About her blood. ---

In the years after the Blackfyre Rebellion, when dragons lived only in memory and the realm stood fragile beneath the Targaryen crown, Princess Valena the bone eyed dreamer and daughter of Prince Maekar and Dyanna Dayne is sent north to outrun the visions that haunt her sleep. Hardened by winter, the old gods and the new, she returns south for the Tourney at Ashford Meadows, where prophecy, politics, and forgotten bonds are rekindled. But dragon dreams are seldom merciful, and some fires are not meant to be quenched. Valarr Targaryen x femOC

When Jason awakens, he finds himself in the body of Theon Greyjoy, the ward and hostage of the North. Luckily, the great tale has not yet begun, and the royal family has not arrived at Winterfell. Just as Theon feels the crushing weight of the story ahead, a mysterious system awakens. Yet, upon judging the world's level as too low, it drains away all the gods and offers Theon nothing more than a novice's starter gift pack. With the fate of Westeros looming and only a beginner's gift in hand, Theon must decide how to use this strange advantage to survive-and perhaps change the course of history itself. Update rate: 3 Chap/ week. Tuesday, Friday, Sunday.

Lieutenant Cora Harper was a soldier of the future-a biotic-wielding commando bound by discipline and the mission of the Andromeda Initiative. But when a Remnant vault glitch tears a hole in reality, she isn't dropped onto a golden world. She falls into a realm of mud, blood, and ancient fire: Westeros. In the year 105 AC, the House of the Dragon is at the height of its power, and Prince Daemon Targaryen is its most dangerous weapon. When the Rogue Prince witnesses a woman in white-and-blue armor decimate a Triarchy fleet with "blue sorcery" and a thunder-stick that shatters bone, he doesn't see a monster. He sees a match. Trapped in a medieval world of lethal court intrigue and patriarchal chains, Cora must navigate a den of vipers who brand her a witch and a Faith that wants her burned. Her only ally is the man who embodies everything she was taught to fear: a chaotic, ambitious prince who breathes fire and answers to no one. Between the heat of the Stepstones and the shadows of Dragonstone, a volatile attraction ignites. It is a collision of two worlds-one of cold steel and dragons, the other of kinetic barriers and starships. As the succession tensions of King Viserys's court threaten to boil over, Cora must decide if she will use her alien powers to save the Rogue Prince from his own darkness, or if his Valyrian fire will finally consume the soldier from the stars. Content Warning This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains graphic descriptions of medieval and futuristic violence, including the use of high-tech weaponry and biotics against organic targets. Readers should be prepared for sexual content, intense power dynamics, and the morally grey themes characteristic of the Targaryen dynasty. Additional themes include profanity, political betrayal, and the psychological trauma of displacement. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

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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