Historias de Danceofthedragons

In the shadow of a kingdom on the brink of civil war, a forgotten secret returns to Westeros. Princess Vaelora Targaryen-Varyndar, the hidden daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen and the heir to the ancient and powerful House Varyndar, arrives from the volcanic islands of the Narrow Sea. Raised as a warrior, dragonrider, and future ruler, she commands three dragons and carries the legacy of two legendary Valyrian bloodlines. Her arrival shakes the foundations of the realm. The Blacks see a powerful ally, the Greens see a dangerous threat, and Daemon must face the daughter he never knew existed. As Vaelora's path repeatedly crosses with the cold and formidable Prince Aemond Targaryen, fierce rivalry slowly gives way to respect, and respect begins to grow into something neither of them expected. But with the Dance of the Dragons drawing ever closer, every choice comes at a terrible cost. In a world where loyalty is tested, dragons rule the skies, and blood decides destiny, one hidden princess may change the fate of the Seven Kingdoms forever.

In the realm of fire and blood, where dragons dance and ambition burns bright, two souls entwine in a fate forged by destiny's hand. Sitara Evangeline Potters-Black, mistress of death, lies on the precipice of childbirth, her essence flickering like a candle in the dark. In another life, Alicent Hightower, duty-bound and unfulfilled, faces her own peril in the throes of labor. As the veil between worlds thins, the gods intervene, trading their souls amidst the agony of creation-a rebirth wrapped in shadow. Awakening as Alicent Hightower, Sitara finds herself entangled in a web of power and rivalry, her heart heavy with the echoes of her past. Married to King Viserys Targaryen, she soon realizes that his love has waned, replaced by a growing affection for his daughter Rhaenyra. As their bond flourishes, Alicent's spirit wilts, suffocated by the weight of duty and a marriage steeped in disinterest. Yet, in the depths of her despair, a flicker of magic ignites within her-a dangerous gift that allows her to whisper the ancient tongues of dragons. Amidst the court's treachery and whispered betrayals, Alicent's path intertwines with that of Daemon Targaryen, the king's fierce brother. Initially adversaries in a deadly game of ambition, their hearts are drawn together, igniting a slow-burning flame that defies the boundaries of loyalty and duty. In the shadows of the Red Keep, passion blooms like a rose among thorns, a forbidden romance fraught with peril. In a world where every choice could lead to ruin, the stakes have never been higher. With the specter of death lurking, and alliances shifting like sand, can Alicent rise as a beacon of hope, or will she succumb to the darkness that seeks to claim her? The Dance of the Dragons beckons, and with it, the chance for redemption-or destruction. Rankings #1 in alicenthightower #1 in Houseofthedragon #1 in daemontargaryen

"In the shadow of dragons, she shall rise, The realm's sun, in silence wise. Drawn to the prince where darkness dwells, Her heart will bind what war compels. Through fire and blood, where kin divide, She alone will bridge the tide. When light and dark, in her, entwine, The realm shall heal, and dragons align." In a realm torn by dragons and divided loyalties, Alysanne Velaryon grows up in the shadows, drawn to a dark prince whose fate is entwined with hers. As she navigates family betrayal, a forbidden love, and the looming war between Greens and Blacks, her quiet strength may be the key to uniting a fractured realm.

House Targaryen was a noble, well respected, house in Westeros. The name held much power, a family of rulers, with their blood of the dragon. Viseryia Targaryen carried the name with an effortless grace that made many jealous. Her kind ways made her memorable by the people, beloved in the kingdom. Her family was tense often, her mother always belittling Rhaenyra, who was Viseryia's half sister. Her brothers were stains on their name, memorable for the wrong reasons. Her sister was kind, but the people called her strange. And yet Viseryia thought things were all right. Then her brother usurped the throne. And everything burned.

Jacaerys Velaryon goes down over the Gullet with Vermax beneath him and his brother's ghost in his hands.

Frostbite; the sensation often described as a burning or stinging pain, similar to touching something extremely hot, because the cold damages nerve endings.

𝙄𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜. Born of Daemon Targaryen's blood and Mysaria's cold intellect, Myrra Targaryen is the Blacks' best-kept secret. Bearing dark hair instead of Valyrian silver, she is a silent player in a realm tearing itself apart. Sent deep behind enemy lines under a false identity, Myrra infiltrates the grand war camp of Ser Ormund Hightower, the cunning Green commander who despises Targaryen dragons and prides himself on his immaculate intellect. Her mission is simple: destroy his army from the inside out before he can reach King's Landing. Torn between her fierce devotion to her Queen and an intoxicating, dangerous fascination with the enemy commander, Myrra must navigate a web where every lie could mean her death. While Ormund never realizes he is courting the very dragon sent to destroy him. 𝙏𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮 𝙖 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚.

"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!

Vaella Targaryen x Aerion Targaryen ( OC x OC ). house of the dragon fanfic.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 is born, the gods toss the coin into the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land. vaelnyra targaryen, born cold but as soft as snow, unlike targaryens whose fire burned deep within and aerion targaryen whose flames burned hotter than the sun. the coins that when tossed, never reappeared. 𝐎𝐑 the story of vaelnyra and aerion targaryen in the midst of the dance of the dragons, the targaryens that were lost and never found. [oc x oc] [house of the dragons fanfic] [pre game of thrones] [dance of the dragons] [book one]

A near-fatal accident leaves Eleanor Lin with an impossible inheritance - the memories of a princess who never existed. Dragons. War. Blood. Flame. A world confined to pages and screens, or so the world insists. But the nights do not lie. Each evening brings sharper visions: strangers' faces she recognizes by heart, lands she has never walked yet knows by name, and a love so profound it aches in bones that remember what her mind cannot explain. Between the solid ground of her medical career in Los Angeles and the phantom realm of Westeros, Eleanor must discover whether she holds the dying hallucinations of a broken body, or the stubborn echoes of a soul that has lived - and loved - before. If love can outlast death itself, outrun time, outshine rebirth... What - or who - waits at journey's end?

🥇in daemontargaryen 30.8.2023 🥉in danceofthedragons 30.8.2023 Miracle; something unexpected, even otherworldly, that might just change the future. What would happen, if a rogue prince and a dragon would "accidentally" fly into old Valyria? What would happen, if they didn't return alone? ... This is my own work, plagiarism is not by any means allowed. Updates as quickly as I can!

This is the tale of Visenya Targaryen. No-not the Conqueror. Everyone knows the marriage between Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce was forged in resentment and sharpened by pride. But history forgets what followed a drunken night, a careless insult, and a child conceived in fury. A daughter. From the moment she drew breath, it was as if she had been chosen. Vhagar herself yields an egg for her cradle. Daemon understands the omen. His blood. His fire. Visenya Ingrid Targaryen-Lady of Runestone. Bride of Winterfell. Regent of the North. Rider of a sapphire dragon nearly the size of Vhagar herself. When the Dance of the Dragons begins, she is not a pawn in her father's war. She is the storm above it. Gods may flip coins for Targaryens. Visenya makes her own fate.

what if Meraxes had survived the dornish conquest and was alive during the dance? this is a hotd fanfic, though i will probably follow the book more than the show i have multiple oc in this and there are multiple ships😁😁 the face claims so you can picture the characters: Naerys Targaryen : Skade from "the last kingdom" Ser Trystan Blackwood : Francesco Pazzi from "medici"

**The Bronze Prince** is an alternate-history *House of the Dragon* fanfiction that imagines a forgotten son of King Viserys I Targaryen: **Prince Daeron Targaryen**, a wise and compassionate dragonrider bonded to the mighty Vermithor, the Bronze Fury. As the realm stands on the brink of the Dance of the Dragons, Daeron refuses to choose between the Greens and the Blacks. Instead, he struggles to reunite his fractured family before their civil war destroys House Targaryen forever. But an ancient conspiracy hidden since the Doom of Valyria emerges from the shadows, led by the mysterious Dominion and the last remnants of the Dragonlords. With forgotten magic awakening, legendary creatures returning, and the fate of Westeros hanging in the balance, Daeron must prove that true strength lies not in conquest, but in mercy, unity, and sacrifice. **The Bronze Prince** is a story of family, redemption, and hope-where dragons may win battles, but compassion is what saves kingdoms.

"I am a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm; And the scars that mark my body, they're silver and gold forged from the fires" OR IN WHICH Rhaenyra's daughter hailed as the people's princess is forced to pick a side in the war, on one side her mother and her brothers, on the other her husband, the father of her children.

Yes, I know Prince Aemond and Princess Cirilla are characters from different fictional universes. Prince Aemond being from "A Song of Ice and Fire" book series and Princess Cirilla from "The Witcher" book series. However, this is a scenario where these two beauties meet each other face to face.

✦ ✦ ✦ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 When the Targaryens called upon the ancient House of Vaelora to declare their loyalty in the brewing war, they expected warriors. Perhaps a forgotten lord clinging to old pride. What they did not expect was a girl of ten and seven, black haired and violet eyed, arriving on the back of a dragon thought long dead, an ancient beast even greater than Vhagar. And she, in turn, never expected the cold prince who met her in fire and fury to become the man who would threaten her heart. Aemond Targaryen, rider of Vhagar. Her enemy. Her equal. Her undoing. ✦ ✦ ✦ [Aemond Targaryen x Fem oc] Started - 13th June 2025 Finished - ??? 16/6/25 4th - #aemondtargaryenfanfic 23/6/25 1st🥇-#aemondtargaryenfanfiction 28/7/25 3rd - #danceofthedragons