histórias de Daemontargaryen

"I shall carve a kingdom from these reefs, but I would forfeit it all for a single hour in the shadow of your wings." In the gilded cage of the Red Keep, you are the King's youngest daughter a Princess of House Targaryen, expected to be a silent jewel in your father's court. While your sister Rhaenyra is the Realm's Delight, you have always been the enigma, a girl of silver hair and quiet grace who hides a furnace of ambition behind a polite smile. But the "Quiet Princess" has a secret that would set the Seven Kingdoms ablaze. While your father, King Viserys, seeks to maintain a fragile peace, and your sister remains blind to the rising shadows in the palace, your heart has already crossed the Narrow Sea. Separated by war and the bitter schemes of the Hand, your only lifeline to the Rogue Prince is a trail of salt-stained parchment and secret ink. Through clandestine letters smuggled past Otto Hightower's spies, you and Daemon Targaryen weave a bond of fire and blood. To the world, he is the exiled prince carving a legacy out of the Stepstones. To you, he is the only soul who truly sees the dragon beneath your skin. As the Velaryon tide rises and the pressure for a new Queen mounts, the letters become more than just words they become a promise. Daemon is a man who would burn the world to watch it glow in your eyes, and you are the daughter who would betray a crown to stay by his side. The King wants peace. The Hand wants power. But the Rogue Prince only wants his anchor.

She comes like rain, soft and gentle, upon his cheeks. The taste of summer snow and enduring love, like a declaration of war upon fate. ⸻ ( daemon targaryen ) ( house of the dragon ) • 2022 ( rewrite in progress )

Princess Valora Velaryon, Daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and the Late Ser Laenor Velaryon, Heir to the Iron Throne, Rider of Naelys, was known across the realm as a kind, charitable young girl and devoted mother who would one day be their Queen. Until her grandfather died and her mother's throne was usurped, in an effort to gain support for her mother's cause, Valora rode out to Storm's End, where she came face to face with her Uncle Aemond Targaryen. The ensuing fight led to Valora's death. Yet that was not to be the end of her story, as the Princess was reborn as Pallene "Allie" Jackson, Daughter of Poseidon. Now those Valora unwillingly left behind have been brought together to watch her life as Valora and her new life as Pallene. (Watching the Series/Watching the Books)

When the Dragon's blood meets the Dragon's soul.

Years before the fall of the Iron Throne, the fire returns to a world that has grown cold. Maleynna Velaryon is a relic of an age of legends. Born to the "Queen Who Never Was" and the "Sea Snake," she was raised amidst the thunder of dragon wings and the sharp lessons of the most dangerous men in Westeros. But when a freak occurrence of ancient magic tears her from the height of the Dance of the Dragons, she is cast years forward into a realm that has forgotten the scent of dragonfire.

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.

Rhaegar Royce-Targaryen was never supposed to exist. Born in secret at Runestone in the Vale, the only son of Prince Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce, he was the product of a single drunken wedding night - a child his father never acknowledged, raised entirely by a mother who was too proud to ask for anything from the man who had abandoned her. Lady Rhea gave him her grey eyes, her bronze stubbornness, and her name before his father's. She gave him Runestone. She gave him everything. When she died, he inherited it all - the castle, the title, the Vale lordship - and ruled it capably at seventeen with her cousin Gerold Royce at his side. He did not think of King's Landing. He did not think of dragons or thrones or the silver-haired family that had never once thought of him. He was, in every way that mattered, a Royce. And then the King's invitation arrived. Highest Rankings: 1# - rhaenyratargaryen 1# - rhaenyra 1# - rhearoyce 1# - housetaragryen

Love is the death of Duty, Duty is the death of Love, Yet in the end, all she can see is a single grave awaiting her. or in which Valaenyra Targaryen realizes why would she sacrifices her life for duty when she can live happily igniting revenge with the man she loves. hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and Westeros will not escape her wrath. [daemon targeryen x oc] [house of the dragon] [started 9/9/2022 ]

"i will give you war" when a devil falls in love, it is most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her. "i serve my princess. no one else" _____________________ 𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿. _____________________ |daemon targaryen × oc| |this story will mainly be about Daemon and Visenya, but of course other things will also be dealt with, but their relationship will come first| |many things may not fit with the series or the book| |I have no rights to any characters| |characters created by me are mine| |English is not my native language, so I apologize for the mistakes| |this story will contain profanity and sexual scenes| |tik tok: hcledf|

Artemis Targaryen is the eldest daughter of Damon Targaryen The only reason you could tell she was his was the single violet eye and the strand of silver hair in her brown hair She was only 2 weeks old her father killed her mother by crushing her with a horse and finishing her off with a rock Even though Daemon despise his first wife he loved his daughter with all of his heart

Gaelson Targaryen is Kings Viserys eldest daughter and she is the reason why the Dance of Dragons never happen

🖇️ - ❝ TWIN FLAMES UNITE, THE DANCE OF THE DRAGONS IS A FRIGHT, THE HALF BEAST AND SMALL BEAST FALL TO THE RATS❞ ❛𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 the black sheep of his family is deeply in love with his lovely sweet sister.❜ ❛tis' our fate i think, to long for something we could never have❜ ✔️| all rights reserved 2023

In which Alyssa Targaryen gives birth to twins in 81 AC. The timeline will never be the same, for such a small thing has large ripples. For there is not only just the Rogue Prince, but the Rogue Princess. I do not own House of the Dragons, nor any characters other then my OC's. Nor do I own the aesthetics used or the cover.

Vendetta di Angelo is the daughter of Maria di Angelo as well as the older sister to Nico and Bianca di Angelo. She is protective over he siblings and will do anything to protect them. When she was visiting her father in hell she met Laena who had died from childbirth. She makes a deal with the girl telling her she can revive her if she takes her away from Camp Half-blood. Laena agrees eagerly and eventually they head back to Laena's home. When they got there everyone watched as the princess they thought had died, walked past them. "Mother, father." Laena said, and her parents both look up and stare at their daughter who they thought, to be dead. "L-Laena. . ." Rhaenys stuttered. "Hi, mother." Laena said with a smile. "H-how are you alive?" Corlys asks. "My friend, Vendetta." Laena said as Vendetta walked in and stood next to Laena. "How can you do that?" Rhaenys asks. "I'm a demigod which means my father is Hades god of the underworld and my mother is human. I'm able to resurrect the dead." Vendetta answered before she felt someone hug her tightly. "Thank you." Rhaenys said with tears in her eyes.

"Rhaenyra did win the Dance, but Elaera was the genius behind the Iron Throne, the Blacks mastermind. She could have easily schemed her way to be queen, but she never did. No wonder the Rogue Prince loved her. And when she died, the realm has never seen someone like her again."- Queen Aerea I, the Architect. The court and realm loved cheered on the Realm's Delight, but others preferred her sister, the Silver Princess. Rights to the owners!

── ❝ THE SOUND OF SKYFALL ❞ ── ▬▬▬ gwayne hightower x fem!oc. ❛ A inveja era um pecado, uma ganância por posse, perpertuamente repudiada por Sua Alta Santidade - este que assentava-se em seu trono de preguiça. Contudo, também era um sentimento crível, verossímil; uma corrupção deturpada agarrada nas entranhas de Rhaella Targaryen, espalhando-se no âmago de sua alma e florescendo espinhos tão venenosos quanto as palavras que poderiam escorregar de sua boca. Esses espinhos pareciam se alongar, crescer... inundando sua alma com podridão em uma gula insaciável. Ofuscando a resplandecência que um dia o sangue de seu sangue, a Herdeira do Trono de Ferro, Deleite do Reino, cintilou diante de seus olhos, restando apenas uma soberba adulterada e ressentimento. Rhaella sempre soube que estava perdida há muito tempo. Sua mãe, Aemma Arryn, faleceu na posição de parideira que seu pai havia lhe incumbido ao dar a luz para um infeliz natimorto que mal durou um dia. E então, Alicent Hightower despontou como o farol de sua casa, iluminando seu caminho... Mas ela moldou um monstro do qual perdeu o controle. Entretanto, a luxúria também era um pecado. E esse capital não era a sina dela. Ainda que, na jogatina pela avareza, Rhaella lidaria com ele, invocando toda a ira acumulada em si para desmantelar a névoa que embrenhou-se nos corredores da Fortaleza Vermelha, para ascender. ❜ ⋆ gwayne hightower x fem!oc. ⋆ © franchaels, 25/12/2023. ⋆ baseado em fogo&sangue. ⋆ cover © lokireign

It was not Alicent Viserys married but her older sister Dyana Hightower. Daughter of Otto Hightower and Margarita Tyrell. The beloved Rose of High Garden. Light of the Seven.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬? 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯, 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘓𝘺𝘢 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘓𝘺𝘢 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘊. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴.

IN WHICH A STARK ATTENDS ASHFORD MEADOW TOURNEY. ( 01.03.26 ) ( baelor targaryen )

House of the Dragon fanfic. Born in 119 AC, Vaelora Targaryen has never quite grown the way other children do. She counts stitches, listens to silences, and hears what others dismiss. But the realm is shifting. A king dies. A crown is claimed. Dragons stir. Caught between green and black, between prophecy and blood, Vaelora stands too near the fire. Some wars are fought with swords. Others are fought inside a child's mind.