Highvalyrian Stories

David J. Peterson is an American conlanger who has constructed languages including Valyrian (High Valyrian, Astapori Valyrian, Meereenese Valyrian) and Dothraki. This will include dragon command, simple phrases and glyphs. Much of this is taken from David J. Peterson's social media, official material, the show itself, and his discord: "The Languages of Ice and Fire Community", I will add links to some.

-contains the necessary resources for self-learning certain languages, pre-experience not neccesary- it's being modified into a study resource hub rather than focusing on languages.

DRAGON'S LEGACY | ❝Dragons do not fear blood.❞ • in which, The Raven, a child of war and the second in command of The Drejs, learns to love life again after years of hurt and disappointments. Or in which, 2 years after her escape, Aeya Targaryen, a one of a kind grisha hiding from the second army, stands up to claim her throne and her legacy back. • warnings: cursing, blood, death, angst, canon level violence... -started: 20/07/2023 -finished: -highest ranking: #2 saints • 〘 shadow and bone 〙 • @shadeaave 2023-2024 I only own Aeya Targaryen, her storyline, and her actions (and whatever other character I add throughout the story)

The lady of Winterfell , Malara Stark, and her brother Cregan Stark, warden of the north, have been invited to the Feast of the Sevens. An annual feast hosted by the king and queen of the sevens kingdoms, inviting only the most loyal of monarchs to it, as a thank you for their respect and honor. Secrets and blood are spilled during the dinner, marking the beginning of an uprising war. The north is called upon to mark where they stand, green or black? All rights to creators of House of The Dragon and Game of Thrones. All rights reserved NO INCEST IN THIS BOOK THAT INVOLVES MY CHARACTERS.

"I bend the knee to you sister... I swear fealty to you; before your family, before your people, before the seven kingdoms." "Why?" Rhaenyra dreaded his words, dreaded the sight of him. Baptised in the red of her guard's blood. "Give her to me." Aemond breathed. "I want Laenora." In which Laenora Velaryon finds herself betrothed to her Uncle Aemond by a dead king's word, all the while Prince Aegon chases her tail. *** Aemond Targaryen x Fem OC (with hints of Aegon Targaryen) All rights reserved 2023-2024. I do not own any characters in this story with the exception of Laenora Velaryon. I do not own any storylines except for those of which revolving around Laenora. Permission needed for translations.

Long before the Doom happened, Valyria stood as a city of unmatched splendor in the heart of Essos. Towers of black obsidian and fused stone reached for the sky, shining under the fiery glow of dragon forges. The air buzzed with magic, showcasing the incredible skills of its people. At the city's center, a floating island held the royal palace, a fortress with spires that touched the clouds, and dragons nested atop them. Below, noble families lived in lavish estates spread throughout the city, each blending magic and engineering, with shimmering walls and gardens full of enchanted flowers. Commoners lived in lively neighborhoods, their homes made from volcanic rock and enchanted to endure the heat. Markets overflowed with exotic goods, filling the air with the sounds of daily life and songs of ancient heroes. Magic was everywhere in Valyria, from the forges that made enchanted weapons to healers who cured with a touch. Beyond the city, mythical creatures roamed the land. Dense forests and rugged mountains were home to griffins and manticores, while seas teemed with leviathans. Dragons flew in the skies, their scales gleaming like gems. Old Valyria was a marvel of human achievement and magic, its legacy enduring even as the Doom approached.