Cregan Stories

Laenora Velaryon bound in fire and water, is set an obstacle of a usurping agenda of her uncle's doing. In hopes of rallying the north for her mother, her journey to the cold north brings an unexpected fondness for a recent widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

Saerenya Targaryen Rhaenyraʻs older twin married Cregan Stark shortly after his first marriage. After years of not being in kingslanding she returns with the intent to ruin it.

desire is so different when the gods bore you hungry... 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗶𝗸© (aemond targaryen x blood witch!OC)

He was blinded by her beauty, the way she smiled at the little thing he did, or the way her eyes shined in the moon light, Cregan Stark was just utterly in love with Rhaena Velarei. [ disclaimer: I do NOT own any characters from the HOTD, only my original characters]

An alleged orphan of Avenia and the daughter of a nobleman team up and plan to take their rightful place on the throne and the kings court while silently overtaking the nobleman who made it all possible in the first place. A Fanfiction based on "The False Prince" by Jennifer A. Nielsen Disclaimer: I only own Cadence Conner, who is the female protagonist of this story. In order for everything in this work of fanfiction to line up, Cadence had to replace Imogen so if you like Imogen I am sorry. i love her too, but she is not in this fic.

Once the name of a group of rambunctious children with an unbreakable bond, now the name of one of the most fierce battalions in the Northern forces, the Winter Wolves march South to honour the pact that their lord made with a young prince.

"Please Maliya! I'm on my knees begging, can't you see? You know I can't follow where you're going, so please... stay" Aemonds voice trembled as he spoke. He was terrified of losing her but knew this was something she had to do. It was his last attempt of trying to make her stay. Maliya Stark and Aemond Targaryen were once the best of friends, absolutely inseparable. She would visit the Red Keep every summer with her older brother Cregan. That was until the night Aemond claimed Vhagar. The night he lost his eye. Ever since then they had been feuding unable to get along. Eventually they just stopped going back to the Red Keep and hadn't been back in five years. Maliya was 17 now Cregan 19 and they were going back to visit.

Go row the boats to safer grounds But don't you know we're stronger now

The son of the spurned Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, is summoned to the North to mobilise troops for an impending war. There he not only meets the impressive Cregan Stark, but surprisingly also a yet undiscovered version of himself ... "Love's not always wise, I've learnt. It can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts... wherever they take us." Robb Stark Jacaerys Velaryon x Cregan Stark (House of The Dragon/ Game of Thrones Fanfiction)

Vaelora Stark, sister to the formidable Cregan Stark and known as the "Nightmare of the North," is a warrior forged in the icy heart of Winterfell. She commands the legendary sword, Nightmare's Fury, and rides the powerful black stallion, Midnight, through the frozen forests. Vaelora's life is a tapestry of duty, loyalty, and the constant threat of war. But everything changes when a dragon, a creature thought extinct in the North, emerges from the mists. This dragon, rumored to be a Targaryen beast that has refused to take a rider for generations, chooses Vaelora, a Stark, as its rider. This unexpected turn of events thrusts Vaelora into the heart of the Dance of the Dragons, a brutal civil war tearing apart House Targaryen. She finds herself caught between the warring factions, her loyalty to her family tested as she grapples with her newfound power and the weight of her lineage. The dragon, a creature of ancient power and untamed fire, is a symbol of the Targaryen legacy, a legacy that Vaelora must now navigate. As Vaelora navigates the treacherous political landscape, she must forge alliances, battle enemies, and confront the ghosts of her past. The Dance of the Dragons is a game of survival, where every move is a gamble, every alliance a fragile thread. Vaelora must learn to trust her instincts, her dragon, and her own strength as she fights to protect her family, her people, and the North itself. But survival is not enough. Vaelora must find her own path, one that will define her destiny and shape the future of Westeros. In a world consumed by fire and blood, Vaelora, the "Nightmare of the North," must become a force of ice and fire, a warrior who will rewrite the rules of the game.

Princess Visenya Targaryen hears her mothers birthing wails cease as a baby boy cries with life. She turns to her mother wiping the sweat from her brow. A maid comes rushing in to inform Princess Rheanyras babe be brought to the queen. As her mother dresses to meet the Queen, Visenya kisses her mother's cheek to comfort her and give her strength. Visenya leaves to be with her brothers while Princess Rheanrya leaves to greet Queen Alicent. Visenya is only 11 years of age but refuses to be sheltered because of age, class, or gender. This story follows Visenya(Rheanryas 2nd child) through the Dance of the Dragons story and her romance with Cregan Stark. I don't think I'm a professional writer. This work hasn't been proofread by any other person other than myself. So be kind and I hope you enjoy! I've changed the timeline and the age of characters because I don't want children to be married lol. I do not claim the original characters or story line of George R R Martin.

the iron throne is still in targaryen hands, and dragons remain the crown's living weapons. princess poliana targaryen is trying to survive inside her own family, where love, power, obsession, and pain are tangled so tightly it is almost impossible to tell them apart - especially when it comes to her dangerous bond with her cousin, aerion. aksaria tyrell, tied to the dragons by a prophecy she never asked for, is pulled into a story where duty and desire can burn worse than any flame. our girls will travel through three lands: highgarden - aksaria, gwayne, garlan the gallant, and the queen of thorns dorne - oberyn martell, trystane martell, and all that dangerous dornish heat the north - jon stark, robb stark, crigan stark, and ramsay bolton but the real storm begins when they finally fly to king's landing. poliana returns to her family. aksaria comes to replace her sister margaery as queen alicent's lady-in-waiting. and later... everyone you have already started missing will gather in one place again, and trust me, every journey, every argument, every stolen glance, and every heartbreak will be worth it. ❕❕Credit:badcomma-ficbook 𝒲ℯℯ𝓀𝓁𝓎 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓈💘

The North remembers many things. It remembers harsh winters, ancient oaths, and the footsteps of beasts long thought lost to legend. It did not expect one to arrive at Winterfell carrying a story that would change far more than a single life. Cover made by: @HouseOfFics Cregan Stark x FMC

●○●○●○●○●○●○●○● ╰┈➤ In an age when dragons still ruled the skies and kingdoms measured power in blood, two destinies began their journey on opposite ends of the world. One beneath the shadow of fire. The Strongest man in the Realm, with a dragon that swallowed the sky. The other beneath the blessing of forgotten gods. A Warrior with a unparallel Beauty under that helm and a strong heart. Neither knows the other exists. Yet the threads of fate are already weaving them toward a meeting that will shake empires, challenge ancient beliefs, and test whether kindness can endure in a world built on conquest. ╰┈➤He did not promise her the moon or the stars. He promised her peace, then looked at the world as though daring it to object. ╰┈➤She did not walk behind him, nor before him. She walked beside him, where he could reach for her hand and his sword with equal ease. 𝘼 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉. ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●

''𝘋𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰. 𝘋𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴, 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.'⁠' Cregan Stark's arrival in King's Landing has brought a new type of chaos to the recently war-stricken capital. Daphne Tyrell is determined to use the Northern lord to her advantage, but the task might not be as straightforward as it seems. The dance of the dragons has ended, and the hour of the wolf has begun. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON CREGAN STARK X TYRELL!OC cross-posted on tumblr and ao3 © sehaedazokla 2024 - do not repost, edit, or translate on other sites