Danceofthedragons Stories

"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!

​Doomed to be a casualty in the quest for a male heir, Queen Aemma is instead given a terrifying second chance. A prophetic dream shows her not only her own brutal death but the devastating future it will cause: the betrayal of her daughter Rhaenyra, a bloody civil war that will tear the realm apart, and the eventual ruin of their house. ​Awakened and refusing to be a sacrificial pawn, Aemma embraces the Targaryen fire she had long suppressed. She forges a secret alliance with the one man she can trust to be her shield, Prince Daemon, and begins to mentor Rhaenyra, not as a princess, but as a future queen. No longer a gentle Arryn, Aemma enters the game of thrones, ready to burn all her enemies to the ground to protect her daughter and break the cycle of destruction she was warned against. ​"I am not the villain in your story. I am the mother in mine." . . . . . ​"What you see as my descent into darkness is simply a mother learning to walk through fire." This is an AU of house of the dragons, with the fourteen flames, angry that the last existing family of dragons had fallen into nothing, especially with the murder of their chosen queen. So to correct the mistake, they return time, to make sure a dragon queen sat the throne, for their chosen one to be saved. They send a warning for the one who can make a difference. And who will be better than a mother...

They mistook her silence for weakness. Princess Vaella Targaryen was born without a voice. For years, the court looked upon her as fragile. Nobles spoke over her. Lords dismissed her. Some whispered that a princess who could not speak could never command respect. They were wrong. Vaella learned early that she did not need a voice to make herself heard. She learned the language of her hands. She learned to read the emotions hidden behind people's smiles. She learned that actions revealed more than words ever could. And then came Meleys, the Red Queen. After the death of her aunt Alyssa, the ancient scarlet dragon chooses Vaella as her new rider, transforming the quiet princess into one of the most formidable dragonriders in Westeros. But dragons are not the only dangerous things lurking within the walls of King's Landing. As the Targaryen family is pulled deeper into a struggle for succession, Vaella finds herself caught between duty, family, and a cousin whose name has always been synonymous with trouble. Daemon Targaryen. He is reckless where she is patient. Provocative where she is restrained. A storm where she is fire. Yet somehow, he is one of the few people who never treats her silence as something that needs fixing. He learns her language. She learns his heart. And somewhere between dragonfire, bloodshed, whispered secrets, and stolen moments beneath the stars, the two discover something neither of them expected: love. But loving a Targaryen has always come at a price. As the realm descends into war and dragon turns against dragon, Vaella must decide how far she is willing to go to protect the people she loves-and whether love can survive when the sky itself begins to burn. She was born without a voice. But when the dragons roar, Westeros will hear her.

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. Aemond Targaryen x Oc

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

As she closes her eyes and darkness surrounds her whole being, Daenerys gasp and sits up straight her hand flying below her chest at the memory. But her misery ended as someone touches her. "Aerea are you okay?" Daenerys eyes widen not because someone asked her if she was fine, but at the person who is facing her. Long White Blonde Hair. Check. Lilac eyes. Check. "Who are you? And Where Am I?" She asked earning a bewildered look at the man, he shook his head and chuckle staring at her. "Whatever this game is, I'm Daemon Targaryen and you are at Dragonstone." Daemon said and stare at the bright eyes of Aerea trying to read her, and he can say that she isn't fooling around as her whole body is tense and her eyes dilated like she just witnesses something horrible. "Daemon Targaryen?" Daemon nodded as Daenerys tried to process everything at the moment. Last time she is burning Kings Landing, The second is her Bastard Nephew killed her, Then she just wakes up facing Daemon Targaryen the Rouge Prince. "What did you call me?" She asked and stare at the bright eyes of her Ancestor. "you don't remember? Your Name is Aerea Targaryen and we just escape before Our Grandfather betrothed me to some cunts, and I assure you Father is proud of us for escaping before I fall to my demise, while you little Princess just appear hiding at Caraxes baggage, and I am screwed to King Jaeherys and Queen Alyssane, and let's not forget Father for taking you, their Favorite GreatGrand-Daughter, not like they can say anything but you are my blood."

Alyrie has never been anyone of consequence. A shopkeeper's daughter in Oldtown, raised on borrowed books and half-true stories, she has spent her whole life reading about dragons rather than ever expecting to stand before one. But when the call goes out from Dragonstone - bastards of dragon's blood invited to claim what the Targaryens no longer can - she abandons the only life she's ever known and walks into legend on foot, disguised, alone, and utterly unqualified by any measure but her own stubbornness. What she finds in the limestone cliffs at the edge of the Reach isn't the dragon everyone else is chasing. It's the one nobody has ever managed to find at all. Captured behind enemy lines, she stumbles upon a knight whose quiet honour and unshakable decency make her question everything she thought she knew about the men on the other side of this war. Between the oath she's sworn and the thing her heart won't let go of, Alyrie will have to choose.

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?

The Scarlet Witch is dead. Or at least, she was supposed to be. After collapsing Mount Wundagore to destroy the Darkholds across the multiverse, Wanda Maximoff sought oblivion as the ultimate punishment for her sins. Instead, chaos magic tears her consciousness across reality, washing her ashore on the cold, black sands of a strange island. She awakes in Westeros, 130 AC. The Targaryen civil war known as the Dance of the Dragons has turned the realm into a slaughterhouse. Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen is drowning in grief, betrayal, and the crushing weight of a stolen throne. Surrounded by opportunistic lords and looming tragedy, Rhaenyra finds a strange, hollowed-out woman claiming she died-a woman who commands reality-bending magic unlike anything the maesters have ever recorded. Daemon sees a weapon to be harnessed. The court sees a dangerous demon from the east. Rhaenyra simply sees a soul as broken as her own. What begins as an uneasy political alliance between a desperate Queen and a lost witch slowly deepens into an undeniable trust-and a quiet, fierce love. But Wanda's presence violates the fundamental laws of this world. Her chaos magic awakens ancient, dormant forces from the heart of Old Valyria to the dark shadows Beyond the Wall, drawing an ancient entity south. Together, the Dragon Queen and the Scarlet Witch must decide what is worth saving-and whether two women defined by loss can finally grant themselves permission to live.

𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙀𝙇𝙔𝙎 𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙂𝘼𝙍𝙔𝙀𝙉 tore her mother apart from the inside out. She had gotten stuck halfway from the womb, slowly eroding the bones and muscles within the young woman. Her father had been granted a choice, and in that moment the chance of a son seemed greater than his love for his wife, his Aemma. It was a decision that would haunt Viserys until his dying breath, one that would rest upon Anaelys's shoulders. Started ➞ 17th January 2023 Published ➞ 23rd January 2023 Finished ➞ Ongoing [ SLOW UPDATES ]

A beautiful opera singer who falls in love with a drunken prince, will she stay when she learns the truth? WARNINGS ⚠️: OTTO HIGHTOWER R@PE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE DAEMON TARGARYAN TARGSEST ARRANGED MARRIGE SEXUAL CONTENT

Miraena Celtigar has always been drawn to the secrets of her Valyrian heritage, but even she could not have foreseen the devastation that the Dance of the Dragons would bring. As a close companion to Helaena Targaryen, a dreamer plagued by cryptic visions, and loyal to Queen Rhaenyra, Miraena watches helplessly as the realm is torn apart by betrayal, war, and death. Despite her efforts to change fate, Helaena's prophecies unfold with chilling accuracy, leading to the deaths of those she holds dear. Devastated by the loss of both Helaena and Rhaenyra, Miraena uncovers a forbidden Valyrian ritual hidden deep within her family's ancient texts. With nothing left to lose, she takes a dangerous gamble, casting a spell that turns back time. Now, transported to a time before the war, Miraena has a second chance to rewrite history. Armed with knowledge of the future, she is determined to prevent the Dance of the Dragons from ever beginning. But changing the future comes at a perilous cost. As alliances shift and loyalties are tested, Miraena finds herself entangled with Aemond Targaryen, a prince with dark ambitions and an enigmatic heart. In a world where dragons reign and prophecies hold power, Miraena is determined to reshape destiny. But time itself may be her greatest enemy, and each choice she makes could lead to even darker consequences than those she sought to avoid.

✦ ✦ ✦ 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

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The youngest child of the Queen Who Never Was never wanted to play the game. But one must play the game or die. For tensions rise in the court of the Young King, and the realm knows one thing. Blood will spill once the king dies. And the wife of the Rogue Prince finds herself with so much to lose. Rights to the owners!

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

Maerys is the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. The only two thinga who she wants dearly is Aegon and to have a dragon. Soon she will find out that things are more complicated than now.

The board was set when Viserys Targaryen was named King of the Seven Kingdoms over Rhaenys Targaryen, and Ser Otto Hightower his Hand. War was inevitable. What if House Targaryen was given a boon in the form of Diana Royce, wife of Daemon Targaryen? Which faction would win then? Cross posted on Fanfiction.net and Archive of Our Own