Cregan Stories

Winter was meant to be a temporary stop on her mission. Until Vaella Targaryen met Cregan Stark, and found the one place she truly felt seen. But the North keeps its secrets. A roar from beyond the Wall calls her into the frozen wilds, where a she-dragon with ice-blue eyes waits, ancient and furious... and bound to Vaella by fate. As her family faces war in the south and love roots itself in Winterfell, Vaella must choose which path to follow; the one she wants... ...or the one destiny demands. Because Aerithion has awakened. And she was not the only thing sleeping in the dark. OC x Cregan Stark All the images are from Google. None is from me.

The tale of Visenya Velaryon and Cregan Stark. Visenya Velaryon, young Princess of Dragonstone, is determined to prove herself worthy of her blood and protect her kin as the realm teeters on the edge of chaos. Far in the North, the young Lord of Winterfell- solemn, steadfast, and born to lead- grows into his destiny. Their paths collide once more, and the embers of an old bond flare hot amid rising shadows. But the Greens have seized Rhaenyra's throne, and war sweeps towards them like a storm, sparing neither the brave nor the beloved. As the realm burns and loyalties are tested, Visenya must confront the question that haunts all who bear the name Targaryen: When the coin is cast, will she rise to greatness... or fall to madness?

Saryna lived a simple life on a farm she inherited from her dragonkeeper parents. Despite her wanting for more, she had accepted that her place in Old Stone would never change, even after the Dance of the Dragons. However, when a Targaryen king catches wind of a commonfolk commanding a dragon, hell breaks into her life-nothing was meant to stay peaceful, especially when she stood between a Targaryen and a Stark. Aemond Targaryen x OC x Cregan Stark (eventual) Co-written story.

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.

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]

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.

"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.

▐ ˚. 𖤐 ｡ 𝖂𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔶 𝕸𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔢﹆🜸𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⤷ ❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫. ❜ -- 1855, alfred lord tennyson, "to the rev. f. d. maurice" ✎ᝰ in which the third son of Prince Baelon and Princess Alyssa survives to adulthood. ◞ ❪ targ!oc x stark!oc. ❫ ❪ oc x aemond targaryen. ❫ ❪ among many others. ❫ ❪ asoiaf / f&b / hotd au. ❫ ❪ not canon - compliant. ❫ ❪ spinners of fate series. ❫ ❪ @ fireflwr, 2025. ❫

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.

Daenys Velayron had never wanted to leave the safety of Dragonstone, or the blanket of security it provided. When Aegon ii usurps her mother's throne, she has no choice but to play her part in the upcoming war. Rhaenyra chooses to send her eldest daughter to the North, to treat with Lord Cregan Stark. Her dreams plague her, being named mad by Queen Alicent since Daenys was but a girl. She dreams of death and fire, her only escape being her dragon Morningstar. Unexperienced in the ways of politicks, Daenys must convince the Wolf of the North to pledge his men to Queen Rhaenyra while battling her own mind. 🗡 Crossposted on tumblr, under the user name cherryheairt Currently 100k+ words

Rhaenyra's only daughter has no choice in her fate to marry cregan stark, but that doesn't mean she'll make it easy for him

Daenys Targaryen is a descendant of a noble and powerful lineage, carrying with her the legacy of her house, but she is also a unique individual, shaped by her own experiences and choices. Physically, Daenys is described as a woman of stunning beauty, with platinum hair that shines like silver and violet eyes that reflect her determination and sharp wit. Her posture is elegant and confident, exuding an aura of nobility and authority. Beyond her striking appearance, Daenys is characterized by her sharp intelligence and keen insight.

A long over due House of the Dragon fic

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

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 To take a flower, and place it in the coldest of winters. Only two things can happen to the fate of the fragile bloom. It can adapt to survive Or wither until it shrivels under the weight of the harsh snow