Game-of-thrones Stories

After the death of a beloved queen, the Iron Throne demands a new alliance. What it receives instead is a woman who refuses to be shaped by it. Bound to a grieving king by duty rather than desire, a Hightower woman enters the Red Keep with no hunger for crowns, no patience for games, and no intention of becoming anyone's weapon. As the realm watches for ambition, she chooses restraint. As factions sharpen their knives, she steps quietly out of their reach. In a court built on fire and fear, love grows slowly-almost by accident-and a family is shaped by gentler hands than history remembers. But in a world where every silence is political and every choice echoes forward, even refusing to play may change the fate of dragons. Some queens are remembered for the wars they begin. Others-for the ones that never come. This is an AI generated story

"When fire meets the sea, the tides burn." A story of love, loyalty, and the girl who tamed both dragon and king. --- When Queen Aemma Arryn dies in 112 AC, grief grips the realm - and the Iron Throne sits heavier than ever beneath King Viserys Targaryen's sorrow. Yet among the whispers of alliance and ambition, one name rises like the tide. Lady Vaella Velaryon, eldest daughter of Corlys and Rhaenys, was born of sea and flame - a dragon egg gifted by King Viserys himself hatched in her cradle, giving her the mighty she-dragon Thalassa, the Tide-Fire. With her mother's grace and her father's courage, Vaella is beloved throughout court - the pearl of Driftmark, the dragonrider who tamed the sea. Lord Corlys Velaryon calls her his pride and heir, yet beneath his devotion lies a restless dream - that Velaryon blood, his blood, might one day sit the Iron Throne. So when the grieving king's eyes begin to linger too long upon Vaella, love becomes both promise and peril. For in Westeros, every heart is a battlefield - and when fire meets the sea, even the gods hold their breath.

The last leaves of autumn are drifting across Winterfell. Jon Arryn is dead, and King Robert rides North to Winterfell with the Lannisters in tow... ...just so in time for Artemis Green to find herself inexplicably transported to the harsh world of Westeros. Thrust into a world where honor breeds death and trust leads to betrayal, Artemis must balance her desire to save lives with the risk of changing too much, all while protecting her heart from those who could either be her greatest allies or her greatest weaknesses. [season one got - ] · updates every Wednesday and Saturday

A boy who holds every trait of a true Velaryon, save the blood, has defied death itself. For the Fourteen Flames have spared Lucerys Velaryon, offering him a second chance to safeguard his kin and blood. Now, with fate's hand guiding him, he returns-not as the lost son, but as the force that will reshape the Dance of the Dragons and alter the course of history forever. [A Post Lucerys Velaryon death; Fire & Blood alternate universe]

Lyanna Tyrell, princess of Highgarden, was raised in comfort and light, her childhood seemingly untouched by fear. Yet since she was very young, she has been haunted by the same nightmare: a dragon tearing her from her home. On her eighteenth birthday, that dream begins to take form. Her father tells her she has been betrothed to Aerion Targaryen of House Targaryen, grandson of the King of Westeros, a man feared throughout the realm as Aerion the Monstrous for his cruelty and vile acts. Lyanna begs not to leave Highgarden or be bound to a monster, but her father is unmoved. This marriage, he insists, is her duty. A Tyrell joined to House Targaryen will secure their house's future. As Lyanna is forced toward a fate she dreads, she must face a truth she has feared since childhood: her nightmares were never just dreams-they were a warning. If you have any suggestions or any questions and just want to leave feedback please leave a comment!

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.

"I am not throwin' away my shot I am not throwin' away my shot Ayo, I'm just like my country I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwin' away my shot."

Maegon Waters, the bastsard son of Maekar Targaryen and a whore of street born just 2 years before redgrass field his mother handing him off to a traveling Minstrel at the age 1 and half in fear of the Targaryen's hunting down there bastards at the age of 12 he was handed over to a hedge knight by the name of Florian the Fair at the age of seventeen upon defeating a wildling in the borders of the vale he was knighted on the way to Ashford meadow while his master died of an festering wound he decides to become a mystery knight for the tourney

Alysenne Tyrell was known for being a sweet girl. One who was kind and delicate. A proper lady, shy, polite, timid and honorable. She was said to be loyal to the Queen as her ward. But... Was she really? Damion Lannister was fawned over by the ladies of the court. Seemingly unbothered by almost all things, he was a Lannister, through and through. Arrogant, self-centered, confident... And of course, rich. oc! tyrell x oc! lannister

Modern person is reborn as a Pokemon bird, bound to the little girl Rhaenys. He must protect his trainer and grow from a small spark into a great flame for the Long Night. No big game, just courage, small wins, and one stubborn bird guarding the child who named him Velmir.

The Gods had blessed the Lannisters with twins once, and he would do so once more as Cersei Lannister would give birth to another alongside Joffrey Baratheon. Another boy with secrets already sewn into his heart. One troubled by injustice, yet bound by duty. A lion, born in the skin of a Stag. Would he let his duty bind him, or will he let justice guide his hand? Or shall envy swallow it all!

What if Ned was a female? what if Rhaeger wasn't married to Elia Martell? what if Rhaeger takes interest in the Lady Wolf, Eddara Stark?

When Jason awakens, he finds himself in the body of Theon Greyjoy, the ward and hostage of the North. Luckily, the great tale has not yet begun, and the royal family has not arrived at Winterfell. Just as Theon feels the crushing weight of the story ahead, a mysterious system awakens. Yet, upon judging the world's level as too low, it drains away all the gods and offers Theon nothing more than a novice's starter gift pack. With the fate of Westeros looming and only a beginner's gift in hand, Theon must decide how to use this strange advantage to survive-and perhaps change the course of history itself. Update rate: 3 Chap/ week. Tuesday, Friday, Sunday.

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?

ೃ⁀➷ 𝙋𝙊𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 They say Prince Aerion Brightflame always revealed his anger through violence and raised voices, while Aelena Targaryen hid her cruelty behind grace and beauty. She wore innocence like a mask, a serpent beneath silk. Aerion saw the danger and loved her anyway. He let the snake bite, and once the venom spread, there was no escaping what had been written. He never would have believed that a clever woman with soft eyes would be his doom.

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Daenerys Targaryen dies in Jon Snow's arms-but wakes again on her flagship, sailing toward the conquest she never finished. A fog rolls in. A new Dragonstone appears. And a world of long-dead Targaryens stares at her across the water. Rhaenyra sees a conqueror. Daemon sees a threat. The dragons see...something older. Daenerys carries her scar, her memories, and the fire that refused to let her go. And the Dance of the Dragons will never be the same again.

Visenya Targaryen, the younger sister of Rheagar, the older sister of Viserys and Daenerys. She managed to live that fateful night, the night she lost her family. Follow Visenya as she hides to survive, fights to survive, finds her family, her future, and maybe true love along the way. Slow burn Robb/OC Jon/Daenerys

Viserys and Daenerys weren't the only children to escape the rebellion. Their father's favorite Bastard child escaped with them. When Viserys tries to sell his sister to a powerful Dothraki Khal, he gets quite a shock when the Khal wants the Bastard Targaryen daughter instead.

When sixteen-year-old Drax Silverthorne falls asleep after a night spent playing as a Black Prior, he doesn't wake to a game; he awakens in the blood-soaked world of Game of Thrones. Thrown into Braavos as an unwanted orphan sold by his own family, he has nothing but a harsh survival system, the knowledge of a military nerd, and a sealed egg belonging to a forgotten line of dragons. There are no game shortcuts, no godlike powers, and no heroism waiting to save him. If he wants to live, he must earn every coin through cunning, every skill through pain, and every piece of influence through calculated risk. From the shadows of the streets to the vaults of the Iron Bank, Drax begins building foundations meant not for survival, but for conquest. Through steel, fire, manipulation, and strategy, he will not follow the game of thrones. He will rewrite it. A stranger to this world. A black shield in the dark. The first king who will build an empire instead of inheriting one. Welcome to the rise of the Black Dragon.