histórias de Danceofthedragon

In one universe, the Realm's Delight was the only child of the Young King to survive to adulthood? But what if that changed? What if she was born with a twin sister... and oh how the timeline changes. Rights to the owners!

Dragons will eat Dragons. Megaera Targaryen was the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce, she was a girl, with blood of great men and great women. She was treated as if a mere pawn on the board, a game a piece that doesn't matter, as if her blood isn't thick with fire and runes. She has ambitions and a player as great as any other.

daeron and daenys targaryen, the youngest children of king viserys and queen alicent, were sent to oldtown as children. ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ ᴅᴀᴇʀᴏɴ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ

laenora targaryen the first born daughter of prince daemon targaryen and lady laena velaryon had both the salt of the sea and the flame of the dragon in her blood. as the targaryen house descends to chaos blood becomes all the more essential in the dance...

Story about two different people brought together by circumstances. Aegon, a long-awaited heir, but not a son. Serena, a beloved daughter, the midnight sun. These two will have to coexist in a country close to war.

Reincarnated into the house of the dragon as maegor grandson

Homeara is a Tyrell during the dance of the Dragons. She's ambitious. And ready to no anything to obtain what she want. And she want to be Queen. Follow her story ....

Alyssa Targaryen - the only daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, and Lyra Stark, the Gentle Wolf, heir to Winterfell and Wardeness of the North - was born of two worlds destined to clash. At just six months old, she lost her mother under circumstances that never sat right with Daemon. Heartbroken and furious, he returned to King's Landing after years of exile not of his choosing. There, Queen Alicent extended an unexpected hand: protection for Alyssa, and a proposed betrothal to her infant son Aemond. A secret alliance was forged - to safeguard the future Lady of Winterfell and uncover the truth behind Lyra Stark's death. Growing up in the Red Keep, Alyssa formed a deep bond with her cousins Helaena and Aemond. While Aemond remained dragonless, Alyssa's dragon was unlike any other in the Targaryen line - a creature as strange and singular as her Northern blood. When her stepmother Laena Velaryon dies, Alyssa reunites with her father and meets her young sisters for the first time. But the fragile peace shatters the night Aemond claims a dragon. A brutal fight erupts between Rhaenyra's sons, Alyssa, Aemond, and Alyssa's sisters. Aemond loses an eye. Alyssa is left shaken. And the rift within House Targaryen becomes a chasm. Green against Black. The North stands behind their young Lady. Daemon stands behind his eldest daughter - a choice that wounds Rhaenyra and alters the course of the realm. As the Dance of the Dragons looms, Alyssa must navigate a court where loyalty is a weapon and every alliance carries a price. Will the Greens truly stand behind her, or will Otto Hightower's schemes push Aegon toward usurpation? What future awaits Alyssa Targaryen when the truth of her mother's death finally comes to light - and what will it cost her and Daemon when it does? This is a House Of The Dragon FANFICTION.

❝ born the second the sun reached the horizon the castles' very own at night creeping ghost wears a crown made of roses its thorns cut her own slowly torn healed by the sun of dorne and deeply mourned dead or not a mistery no one every solved. ❞ ―the dragon's lost dream [ house of the dragon ] [ targaryen fem!oc ]

daerea targaryen knows where her loyalties lie and they are not with those who betrayed her many years ago. as the dance comes to a pass daerea finally has her chance at revenge.

𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯, 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦. That is what written in the history. But they forgot that he almost did. ☼☼☼ There is no female Dragonkeeper. "Lykirī..." Yet, there is a female voice echoed through the stone halls. It is the hour of the owl and the voice sings a melancholic High Valyrian song that made him shivers. If Aegon was more drunk, he would be convinced that some young maiden's spirit is haunting Dragonpit. "Drakari pykiros..." Sunfyre's chamber already in his eyesight and as he walks closer, that voice starts to become louder. His senses immediately sharpens. There is a smuggler... No. An assassin meant to harm his dragon. "Ēdrugon ȳrda..." Someone knew Sunfyre has been harmed from the last battle. And they are going to take an advantage of it. "Kostagon se bantis tepagon ao lyks..." He waste no time to enter the place where Sunfyre supposed to rest. "Who dares harm a king's dragon?!" The voice turn into a gasp. His torch shine on the intruder. A girl. ☼☼☼ 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐱 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 Story set somewhere after Blood & Cheese, early in The Dance of The Dragon.

❝𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐡.❞ Before Rhaenyra was ever named heir, there was Valaenya-the firstborn princess of King Viserys, bonded to Morghulax, a monstrous dragon growing at a terrifying, unnatural rate. Plagued by horrific dragon dreams of her family's apocalyptic downfall, Valaenya's warnings are met not with understanding, but with fear. Terrified she is a second coming of Maegor, Viserys passes her over for the gentler Rhaenyra and marries Valaenya off to the cold, harsh North to marry Erik Stark, desperate to keep her away from the Iron Throne-and away from a young, obsessed Daemon Targaryen. But you cannot freeze out the fire of the dragon. Decades later, Valaenya returns to the south as a fiercely protective mother, a grieving widow, and the eventual secret wife of Daemon Targaryen. Alongside her daughter Jaenara Stark and her young sons Aegon and Viserys, Valaenya steps into the brewing storm of the Dance of the Dragons as Rhaenyra's Hand. As a toxic obsession consumes Princes, and a brutal civil war tears the realm apart, Valaenya watches her horrific prophecies come to life piece by piece. When the tethers of her sanity finally snap under the weight of unbearable grief, Valaenya realizes she was never meant to prevent the mountain of corpses. ____ Multiship Daemon x oc Jace x oc Aemond x oc S1 -??

The second child of King Viserys and Queen Alicent. For some reason, she was seen as a plague, a disgusting swine, even though she never did anything wrong in her youth, due to many problems, including her brothers and sisters, and parents who didn't care. She went down a dark path of Lust and heartlessness, fun. Till she was informed of something that would change her life.⠀⠀ Ratings: Rated R ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⢳⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⣄⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⡎⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣧⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣄⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢀⣿⡆⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⣼⣿⣿⡄ ⠀⢰⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣼⣿⣿⣿⣧ ⠀⣿⡀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠀⣿⣷⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⠃⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⡄⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇ ⢳⣌⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀ ⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⠋⣠⠀ ⠀⠈⢻

❝It is our fate, I think, to crave always what is given to another. If one possesses a thing, the other will take it away.❞ ---- Helaena Targaryen 『 Daenys Velaryon was born sharing a womb with Jacaerys, she was born to Princess Rhaenyra and 'Laenor Velaryon' though that's what she believed, that's what she and the rest of her siblings had been told. Until rumors spread like wildfire of her mother having a lover named ; Harwin Strong. It didn't help her mother's case being four of her children bared brown hair ... like the ser knight. This one of the reasons why the Queen Alicent jealousy grew for Rhaenyra and her children, causing house Targaryen to divide and leading to the war that loomed over them.』 Dance of the Dragons

When House Velysyr was slaughtered, the realm believed its power died with it. They were wrong. Daenys "Daena" Velysyr is the last of her ancient Valyrian bloodline - raised in the Red Keep after her family's massacre, feared, watched, and never truly trusted. The servants call her Princess. The court calls her dangerous. The dragons call her their own. She grew up beside Rhaenyra Targaryen - her closest ally, her sharpest mind, her greatest love. Together they navigate a court of whispers and betrayal, where loyalty is currency and weakness is fatal. But after Driftmark draws blood and fractures the royal family beyond repair, Daena knows what others refuse to admit: War is not coming. It is already here. With three dragons at her command - Vermithor, Cannibal, and Aerys, the fastest and most lethal dragon ever to live - Daena will not allow history to repeat itself. House Velysyr was built on fire. And fire does not forget.

A wild storm ingulf's the sea cause ship wreaks and the loss of many lives.A mysterious girl wash up on shore, with secrets that could change Westeros and effect house Targaryen. Mature themes (House of the dragon)

"ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴ ꜰɪʀᴇ , ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ" [ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ᴏᴄ x ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ] 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘈𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯.

"He pulled her closer, his breath warm against her ear, 'We'll share many firsts together,' he whispered, sending shivers down her spine." ----- [OCxJACE] [OCxAEMOND] [ADULT RATING as story progresses] Visenya Targaryen, fourth child of Alicent Hightower, entered the world on a stormy night that seemed to echo the fierce spirit she would one day embody. The winds howled around the Red Keep, lightning split the sky, and rain hammered against the castle walls as if the gods themselves marked her arrival. The midwives whispered that such a birth heralded greatness-or calamity. The storm that had marked her birth seemed a fitting metaphor for her life. Visenya Targaryen, born in the midst of chaos, would rise to meet the tempest that loomed over her family and her realm. She was a dragon, after all, and dragons were meant to soar.