Истории Gameofthrones

Lyarra Stark has always been a daughter of Winterfell first. Bound by blood and loyalty, she honors her family above all else. To strengthen her house, she was wed to a stag, Renly Baratheon - a marriage of duty, not desire. She accepted it without question, knowing her loyalty was demanded in more ways than one. But hearts are never so obedient. Jaime Lannister, a lion in chains and the Kingslayer, should be her enemy. Yet she feels a pull she cannot deny. Torn between her family, her vows as a wife, and a dangerous, forbidden love, Lyarra must navigate a world where every choice carries consequence, and every heartbeat risks betrayal. Winter runs through her veins. But her heart does not obey the North.

tender is the flesh of these dreams, can you reach for me? a knight of the seven kingdoms. aphroditelure, 2026.

In the years after the Blackfyre Rebellion, when dragons lived only in memory and the realm stood fragile beneath the Targaryen crown, Princess Valena the bone eyed dreamer and daughter of Prince Maekar and Dyanna Dayne is sent north to outrun the visions that haunt her sleep. Hardened by winter, the old gods and the new, she returns south for the Tourney at Ashford Meadows, where prophecy, politics, and forgotten bonds are rekindled. But dragon dreams are seldom merciful, and some fires are not meant to be quenched. Valarr Targaryen x femOC

The north remembers..... cover by arii <3 Game of thrones Season 2 onwards

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!

He died saving a child-an end too soon for a boy who had already lost everything. But instead of oblivion, he awakens in a grand hall before a being who calls himself God. Offered a second chance, the boy is reincarnated into a new world, chosen by the Wheel of Fate. His destination: the Harry Potter universe. His gifts: a rare Ritual Talent and a mysterious artifact known as the Celestial Gourd. His memories will return at age eight. Until then, destiny waits-and a serpent goddess's parting gift may shape not only his fate, but the world he's about to enter. -world 1: Harry potter. - World 2 : GOT. - As you may have seen, the story is a little AU. -Harem from HP and from GOT. - The MC will be a good guy and will be kind to the golden trio. And will make the people around him stronger. - I welcome any suggestions and feedback. - I will try uploading every day.

"They were two flames twisting until neither remembered where one began and the other ended." Bound to her twin brother Aerion by something deeper than blood, Aelys has never known a world that does not revolve around his flame. He was a cruel beauty, touched by a bit of madness. Where he was jagged, she was composed. Where he burns, she tempers. Calm and composed, she has long mastered the art of quiet obedience. But when her father begins seeking a husband for her among the realm's lords, what begins as simple politics ignited into something dangerous. Some fires are just not meant to burn alone.

ISHNI OBEROI Ishni a 24 year old girl simple yet elegant. She had everything until the day, she killed her own husband. Why did she killed her own husband? Why did she became this brutal? What will happen when mafia god helps her to prove her as victim? RUDRA SINGH RAJPUT A 30 year old, with deep ocean blue eyes handsome yet arrogant. The master mind and god of underworld, who's name is enough to terrifie people. In the shadows of power,rudra reigns supreme a formidable sigure feared and respected in equal measure. The CEO of rajput royals What will happen when he proves her as victim while world see her as criminal? Where will they both lead together? To happy ending or worst destruction? A story full of pain, trauma, revange and blood. Love? Uhm...well doesn't we love to endure pain? One word about him I'll rip your tongue. -- ISHNI OBEROI One Scratch on her I'll make sure you disappear from world. -- RUDRA SINGH RAJPUT

Two siblings born from the blood of the dragon. They say when he was born, the coin that gods flipped had landed on the side of madness. But what about her?

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.

Rhaena was betrothed to Aerion since she was 10. He was her older cousin who had no interest in her. She begged her parents to switch it to Aemon but with no avail she accepted her fate.

The Iron Throne was never meant for a woman. But the King has no sons. Raised as a warrior and a ruler, the Princess is named heir to the Seven Kingdoms. Strong, clever, and ruthless enough to wear the crown. There is only one problem. Before she was born, a promise was made. She must marry her cousin to keep the blood of the dragon alive. However, she hates him for the threat he poses to her throne. The Throne she has been preparing her whole life to succeed. But in the game of power, enemies are not always who they seem. And the greatest danger may come from those who want the crown for themselves. - [PSA: This story is written in an alternative universe to GOT and HOTD. I have created my own characters and storylines. However, I do not claim to own the universe. This is simply a fanfic.]

in which a runaway stark bride becomes a septa and is sent to summerhall to wrangle prince maekar targaryen's six children, and accidentally, his heart. a sound of music au set several years before the tourney of ashford, told with the humor and narrator style of my lady jane.

Daeron Targaryen has always been Ellia Stark's dream ever since she met him.

Princess Rhaenyra was born only minutes before her twin brother. That was enough to name her heir to the Iron Throne. Prince Aerion was born too late to wear the crown, and the fire in his blood burned hotter than any dragon's flame. The court calls him mad. Unstable. Dangerous. Yet there is only one person he has ever obeyed. His sister. As whispers spread through the Red Keep and the court begins to fear the prince more than they feared a woman wearing the crown, the king grows determined to keep the twins apart. The question is can you truly separate a flame?

Laena Targaryen, twin sister of Aerion Brightflame, was promised to their cousin Valarr. The marriage was arranged to strengthen the dragon line. Only she knew the truth. It was her father Maekar's, desperate attempt to separate what should never have been close. It was his way of keeping his children from destroying themselves and surely taking the entire realm down with them. And if that weren't burden enough, forces older than faith send her visions that burned her from the inside.

GoT spin-off with my own OC warning: this wil be a gxg one so... --- Prologue - The Girl With No Name Long before the world would know her as a queen. Before dragons bowed their heads. Before songs were written of her victories. There was only a girl in the shadows. The assassins of **Braavos** did not believe in mercy. They believed in discipline. In silence. In death. The guild was older than most kingdoms. A network of killers hidden beneath temples, taverns, and merchant houses across **Essos**. Those who entered rarely left. Children were taken young. Names erased. Identities stripped away. Only skill mattered. Nymeria had been brought there when she was five. She did not remember the people who sold her. Only fragments remained in her memory. Sunlight. Sand. A woman's voice singing. Dark eyes like her own. And fire. Always fire. --- ---The Training--- The guild masters noticed her quickly. Not because she was the strongest. But because she was relentless. She was faster than the older children. More patient. More observant. She did not rush. She waited. Watched. Calculated. If another trainee swung wildly with a blade, Nymeria would step aside and strike their ribs with brutal precision. If they attacked with anger, she disarmed them. If they hesitated, she struck. By twelve she was already sparring with grown assassins. By fourteen she had her first contract. A corrupt merchant in **Pentos**. She killed him in silence. A dagger through the throat while he slept. Clean. Efficient. Emotionless. The guild masters approved. But there were whispers about her. Not about her skill. About her blood. ---

"...with the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet like the ashes of ash I saw rise in the heat settle soft and as pure as snow i fell in love with the fire long ago" -in which a princess with the hands of a healer and the heart of a poet falls for a poor hedge knight with a heart of gold and a soul far nobler than any crown (in which alys just wanted to find her brother and duncan just wanted to make a name for himself) started feb 19th 2026 - ended ?? (this is a mini series so it's a fast burn btw)

she'd set fire to the world around her but never let a flame touch him ❪ rtte 1 ⎯⎯⎯ 6 ❫ 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 #𝟥 / 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 © 𝙲𝙾𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙲𝚂𝚃𝚇𝚁𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃 , 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺