Истории Baela

Addam of hull the most loyal to queen rhaenyra falls in love with a certain mermaid a dream becomes real

In which a velaryon beauty finds love in the most unexpected circumstances

The Dance of Dragons through the eyes of Lucerys Velaryon, had he lived, and what his survival meant for the war, and the people who loved him.

•°•Dhaenyria Targaryen•°• Rider of the White Beast the she dragon Moon Crescent. The first born Daughter of Viserys Targaryen with his first wife Aemma Arryn and elder beloved sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen The Black Princess and elder sister to Aegon II, Alaenys the Blue Queen, Helena the Dreamer, Aemond one-eyed and Daeron the Daring was noted for her Claimant to the Iron Throne and later rule. Dhaenyria was named her fathers heir at 15 years old, and defended her right as Queen. Dhaenyria was one of the most powerful monarchs during the Targaryen reign and is known throughout all of Westerosi History. *•* Naelyra Targaryen *•* Rider of the Red Revenge the dragon Paraxes. Naelyra was known as the wild dragon and took after her elder brother Daemon. Naelyra earned her title of Warrior Princess during the Battles of the Stepstones alongside many other female warriors in her bloodline such as Queen Visenya one of the Conquerors. °•°Aemma Targaryen °•° Rider of Stormfyre and heir to the Black Queen Dhaenyria Targaryen, Aemma was a Princess known throughout the Dance of Dragons as The Princess of Tragedy to the smallfolk and rumoured to have been a bastard of Harwin Strong along with her siblings. Aemma fought for her mothers claim during the civil war and defended her younger siblings from harm she killed many Greens and shall forever be remembered throughout history. ♡°•Daenys Targaryen •°♡ Rider of Myrth and named after Daenys the dreamer the princess had been a fierce warrior during the Dance and defended her mother and family with fierceness. fem Oc x Daemon Targaryen fem Oc x Aemond Targaryen hotd season 1 - ??? Book IV in ASOIAF series Book IV in Women of Blood and Fire series Book I in Dancing and Dreaming series Disclaimer: All rights go to George R.R Martin and Hbo my characters and anything you don't recognise is mine

I am going to drawing house of the dragon characters because i am obsessed with the book and tv show

The Mother of Monsters. In the fiery crucible of the Dance of the Dragons, Daella Targaryen, daughter of the formidable Rhaenyra Targaryen, finds herself thrust into a world of war and betrayal. As rival factions within House Targaryen tear the realm asunder, Daella must navigate treacherous alliances and deadly conspiracies to protect her family's legacy. Born with the blood of dragons coursing through her veins, Daella dreams of reclaiming the Iron Throne for her mother and restoring honor to House Targaryen. But amidst the chaos of battle and the whispers of court intrigue, she discovers that wielding power comes at a steep price. With dragons soaring above and armies clashing below, Daella must choose between loyalty to her family and forging her own path in a realm where every decision could mean life or death. Aemond x Helaena x Baela x Fem OC

Maera Targaryen is the bastard of Daemon Targaryen. The life she lives is not an easy one, especially once the war between green and black begins. Now she has to put her fantasies of being the captain of the guard aside and learn to fight for her family. And learn to deal with the fact that not everyone makes it...

Saera Targaryen the rebel daughter of King jaehaerys married the second son of house martell prince daaros martell .The children born from this marrige are promised dragon eggs by the crown but the hand of the king has thought otherwise. Read as their son takes part in the dance . I have moved my game of thrones fanfic to "the dragon's grandnephew" (All rights belong to GRR Martin and HBO i only own my OC)

In the tumultuous world of Westeros, Alyssa Targaryen, the fierce daughter of Daemon Targaryen, embarks on a quest to reclaim her family's legacy. With her silver-white hair and amethyst eyes, Alyssa is both a warrior and a dragonrider, destined to face the challenges of a divided realm. As tensions rise among the houses, she must navigate political intrigue and betrayal, rallying allies while confronting enemies who underestimate her strength. Armed with her legendary sword, Moonwhisper, Alyssa embodies the spirit of her father, channeling his fury into a relentless pursuit of justice. Along the way, she discovers her own identity and the true meaning of power, culminating in a battle that will determine the fate of Dragonstone and the Seven Kingdoms. As she embraces her destiny, Alyssa transforms from a sheltered noble into a formidable force, earning her place in the annals of Targaryen history.

"come daena, sit with me," said the woman, taking her place at a bright wooden table while undoing her intricate hairstyle, letting the copper hair rest on her shoulders. "but the day is beautiful and the wind is favorable! qēlos will surely enjoy flying!" she answered, silently trying to move towards the door. "the sun will be out for many more hours and I'm sure your dragon will be in the mood to fly even later," she said calmly. "all right alaena! but know that I will never understand your obsession with this game!" she said almost capriciously, sitting heavily in the chair opposite her sister. "your eyes deceive you, dear daena, this is not a game, this is war, our war," she said calmly advancing a green pawn. [ fem!oc x gwayne h. fem!oc x many pairings ] house of the dragon. fire and blood. fanfic ocs & canon characters all rights reserved Ⓒ︎

『 Nʏᴍᴇʀɪᴀ Tᴀʀɢᴇʀʏᴀɴ Vᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ. Hɪᴊᴀ ᴅᴇ Rʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ Tᴀʀɢᴇʀʏᴀɴ ʏ Lᴀᴇɴᴏʀ Vᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ. "Bᴀsᴛᴀʀᴅᴀ ʙʟᴀɴᴄᴀ" "Jɪɴᴇᴛᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ᴍᴜᴇʀᴛᴇ" Es ʟᴀ ᴍᴇᴊᴏʀ ᴀᴍɪɢᴀ ᴅᴇ Aᴇɢᴏɴ Tᴀʀɢᴇʀʏᴀɴ ᴅᴇsᴅᴇ ǫᴜᴇ ᴛᴇɴíᴀ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ ʏ ᴇs ʟᴀ ɴɪᴇᴛᴀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴀ ᴅᴇ Vɪsᴇʀʏs ʏ Rʜᴀᴇɴʏs. Dᴇsᴅᴇ ǫᴜᴇ ᴛᴜᴠᴏ ᴇᴅᴀᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴏs ʟᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴜᴇʀᴅᴀɴ ǫᴜᴇ ᴇs ʟᴀ sᴇᴍɪʟʟᴀ ᴅᴇ Lᴀᴇɴᴏʀ ᴘᴏʀ sᴜ ᴄᴀʙᴇʟʟᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇᴀᴅᴏ ʏ Oᴊᴏs ᴠɪᴏʟᴇᴛᴀs ǫᴜᴇ sᴜ ʜᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴏ ᴍᴀʏᴏʀ Jᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏs ɴᴏ ᴘᴏsᴇᴇ. Sɪ Aʟɢᴏ ᴇʀᴀ ᴍᴜʏ ʀᴇᴄᴏɴᴏᴄɪᴅᴏ ᴇɴ ʟᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇsᴀ ᴇʀᴀ sᴜ ᴄᴀʀáᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴏ ʏ sᴜ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴛᴜᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴇᴄɪᴅᴀ ᴀ ʟᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴜɴ ᴘʀíɴᴄɪᴘᴇ ᴇɴ ᴠᴇᴢ ᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴜɴᴀ ᴘʀɪ 』

On the eve of rising war, Lady Serena Tyrell of Highgarden learns she is to be married to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, heir of Dragonstone and rider of Vermax. Sent north into a world of storms, cliffs, and dragons, she expects nothing but duty and cold politics. Instead, she finds Baela Targaryen fierce, bright, wild-hearted and the two form an immediate bond that grows into something deeper, softer, and dangerously undeniable. But when Jace himself begins to fall for Serena, a fragile triangle forms in the halls of Dragonstone one built on loyalty, longing, jealousy, and forbidden affection. Serena loves them both. Baela refuses to let go. Jace must choose between honor and desire. And fate, as always, chooses fire. Amid war councils, dragon roars, midnight conversations, stolen kisses, and broken loyalties, the three must navigate a love strong enough to tear their world apart or to bind it forever. A story of fire and roses, of storms and hearts, and of a girl who must decide whether love can ever be shared between dragons.

The Targaryens emerged victorious from the Dance of the Dragons, but their greatest challenge lay ahead-rebuilding their fractured dynasty and finding harmony in a changed realm. As rulers, they bore the weight of duty; as individuals, they struggled to reconcile their personal desires with the demands of their legacy. Through triumphs and trials, the Targaryens must proved that even dragons must adapt-not just to rule, but to truly live. That their story was no longer just one of fire and blood, but of resilience, reinvention, and the fragile balance between power and humanity. But the real question was, can them? [Continuation of Above the Sea and Salt]

Y/n Targaryen, a princess bound to dragons and prophecy, stands at the heart of a kingdom on the verge of war. As the king grows weaker and the claim to Driftmark sparks political unrest, Y/n secretly carries Prince Aemond's child- a truth that could unite or divide the realm. With Rhaenyra returning to court, old loyalties and forbidden loves resurface. Dragons rise, betrayal brews in the shadows, and Y/n must decide whether to protect her family or forge her own destiny through blood and ash.

Make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all her love

A boy who holds every trait of a true Velaryon, save the blood, has defied death itself. For the Fourteen Flames have spared Lucerys Velaryon, offering him a second chance to safeguard his kin and blood. Now, with fate's hand guiding him, he returns-not as the lost son, but as the force that will reshape the Dance of the Dragons and alter the course of history forever. [A Post Lucerys Velaryon death; Fire & Blood alternate universe]

Not seen since she was a young babe, Lady Hightower makes an unexpected appearance at the Heir's Tournament. Bringing with her daughters, Taelaenya, Vaena, and Valaerys. She is relatively unknown to the whole of Westeros, save for Houses Hightower, Arryn, Targaryen, Martell, and Velaryon. Her sudden reappearance causes shock and curiosity to ripple through out King's Landing. Who is this mysterious woman, and what connection does she have to House Targaryen?

This story is about Laena Velaryon

Laena Velaryon staggers onto the shore, dragging herself free from the sea's grasp. The ache in her bones is more than the chill of death-it is the knowledge of what has happened in her absence. The pain of betrayal, of abandonment, gnaws at her insides, as merciless as the storm raging behind her. She remembers it all.

What if Laena and Harwin come back from the dead and getting married how will rhaenyra and daemon reaction "Laena?" Daemon's voice was barely above a whisper, disbelief etched into every line of his face. Rhaenyra's eyes widened, her hand dropping from Daemon's arm as she took a step back. Laena stood there, her hair still wild and her clothes charred but unmistakably alive. "Yes," she said, her voice carrying through the hall. "It is I." The room erupted into chaos, voices overlapping as people scrambled to understand what they were seeing. Daemon pushed through the crowd, his face pale as he reached for her. "How?" he breathed. She didn't answer, her gaze flickering briefly to Rhaenyra before settling back on Daemon. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I am here. And I will not be forgotten." The same night, far away in Harrenhal, another fire burned. Harwin Strong emerged from the ashes, his body battered but alive, his first thought of his sons and the woman he had loved but never truly claimed. "Rhaenyra," he murmured, his voice hoarse. The gods, it seemed, were not yet done with the lives they had claimed.