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Princess Valora Velaryon, Daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and the Late Ser Laenor Velaryon, Heir to the Iron Throne, Rider of Naelys, was known across the realm as a kind, charitable young girl and devoted mother who would one day be their Queen. Until her grandfather died and her mother's throne was usurped, in an effort to gain support for her mother's cause, Valora rode out to Storm's End, where she came face to face with her Uncle Aemond Targaryen. The ensuing fight led to Valora's death. Yet that was not to be the end of her story, as the Princess was reborn as Pallene "Allie" Jackson, Daughter of Poseidon. Now those Valora unwillingly left behind have been brought together to watch her life as Valora and her new life as Pallene. (Watching the Series/Watching the Books)

༻| 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈 |༺ ❝𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲.❞- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦-𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯. When fate intervenes and entwines the bastard spare daughter of Rhaenys Targaryen with the Rogue Prince. 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐯𝐲𝐬 (𝐎𝐂) | 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏| ── •✧• ── ⋆⋅༻✦༺⋅⋆ ── •✧• ── 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 [𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ~ ] ©ixfixite_ | 2024

Prince Aemon Targaryen, the eldest son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, becomes the true leader of the Greens during the Dance of the Dragons. Unlike his reckless brothers, Aemon is calm, intelligent, honorable, and a brilliant dragonrider. While Rhaenyra fights to claim the Iron Throne, Aemon wages a ruthless but strategic war to save the realm from destruction. After defeating Rhaenyra, he refuses to rule through fear. Instead, he rebuilds Westeros, reconciles the great houses, keeps peace with his surviving family, and becomes remembered as Aemon the Golden King, the greatest king in Targaryen history. He later marries a noble princess from a powerful foreign kingdom, creating an age of prosperity called The Golden Dragon Peace.

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

This is the story of Princess Eiraella Targaryen, a princess of the blood born into the glory and danger of House Targaryen. She is the daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and his beloved queen, Aemma Arryn, and the twin sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. While her sister is destined to rule and claim dragons as her birthright, Eiraella walks a different path. In a dynasty defined by fire and blood, she remains dragonless-an unusual fate for a Targaryen princess. Yet what she lacks in flame, she makes up for in intellect, resolve, and quiet strength. Set within the splendor and intrigue of the royal court, her story unfolds in the shadow of the Iron Throne. As the youngest member of the Small Council, Eiraella must navigate the dangerous politics of the Red Keep, where loyalty is fragile and ambition burns hotter than dragonfire. Surrounded by powerful lords, shifting alliances, and the ever-present weight of her family's legacy, she must prove that power does not come only from dragons-but from wisdom, courage, and an unyielding will. This is the tale of a princess without a dragon, striving to find her place in the House of the Dragon. 🔥🐉🔥 So far only Princess Eiraella is my own creation; all other characters and much of the world remain as portrayed in House of the Dragon. The story follows the main plot of the series, though certain events and details have been reimagined to weave her journey seamlessly into the unfolding drama. As this is my first fanfiction-and English is not my first language-there may be mistakes along the way. Still, this story is written with passion and admiration for the world of fire and blood, and I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed creating it. 🔥🐉🔥 A tale of fire and blood set upon parchment, where dragons stir and wolves remember... 🥚Story journey: started 07.02.2025 / ended 10.06.2026🔥

They say the gods gave her a heart too gentle for her house...But perhaps it was that gentleness-delicate and defiant-that made her most dangerous of all. --- Aegon the Conqueror X Female OC PRE-HOTD

The second child of King Viserys and Queen Alicent. For some reason, she was seen as a plague, a disgusting swine, even though she never did anything wrong in her youth, due to many problems, including her brothers and sisters, and parents who didn't care. She went down a dark path of Lust and heartlessness, fun. Till she was informed of something that would change her life.⠀⠀ Ratings: Rated R ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⢳⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⣄⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⡎⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣧⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣄⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢀⣿⡆⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⣼⣿⣿⡄ ⠀⢰⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣼⣿⣿⣿⣧ ⠀⣿⡀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠀⣿⣷⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⠃⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⡄⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇ ⢳⣌⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀ ⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⠋⣠⠀ ⠀⠈⢻

He did not really know what he was, but he knew that he was not Daemon. He was more than that. He would have to be to stop what lay ahead. He would try to stop it, but no matter what he may do or not do, the fates had sung their song. So, steel would be drawn, and Dragons would dance no matter what. The only thing left undecided was who would be left standing after it.

In "Rhaenyra The Golden" I promised only one-shots and a break from this fandom, but I am a dirty liar. I swear this happens every single time I start writing House of the Dragon fic. I sit down with one clear idea in mind, fully convinced I know where the story is going, and somehow I end up with two. The same thing happened with "The Rogue Prince Come Again" and "HIMYF - Targaryen Edition", so at this point I really should know better than to fight it. So far, we've wandered through Dorne, Driftmark, the Stepstones, the North, and even Yi Ti. And now-whether I like it or not-we're heading into my least favorite region of all: the Riverlands. I have complaints. Many of them. But the story demanded it, and I've learned that arguing rarely works. This fic is me unapologetically playing cupid, rearranging pieces, and indulging a little too hard in character dynamics. Somewhere along the way, I also circled right back to my Sims tendencies, because apparently I cannot help myself when it comes to orchestrating the chaos that is Westeros. As always, thank you for reading, and for sticking with me as this series continues to grow sideways instead of straight ahead.

■□𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 What if Aemond Targaryen had a daughter? ❥"𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛." . . 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜⚠️ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝑶𝑪, 𝑨𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏. ➣𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙂𝙍𝙍𝙈 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙃𝘽𝙊

After a forbidden night with Ser Criston Cole, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen is forced by her father, King Viserys, to drink the moon tea and protect her honor. To shield her image further, she weds Ser Laenor Velaryon, and together they move to Driftmark. Yet seven moons later, Rhaenyra gives birth to a daughter whose true parentage would ignite scandal across the realm. To safeguard her claim to the Iron Throne, she makes a heartbreaking choice - she surrenders her firstborn and buries the secret deep within her heart. That child, carried across worlds by fate and fire, finds herself in England, adopted by a wizarding couple who longed for a child of their own. Named Dahlia Aemma Potter, she grows into a girl of unusual magic and unshakable courage. But whispers of prophecy cling to her like shadows, and the truth of her bloodline threatens to unravel the balance of two worlds. Between dragonfire and wizardry, Dahlia must discover who she is - and decide whether to claim the destiny written in her blood or forge one of her own.

The Queen is dead and her best friend is angry. Elowen Redfort, Queen Aemma's Lady-in-waiting and closest confidant is in the room when the queen is murdered. Driven by her grief Elowen finds herself in the King's chambers intending to confront her cousin's killer. Female!OC x Viserys Targaryen

"Perhaps I was meant to burn alone in this world." Aelyna Targaryen, the realms terror. Her life had been nothing but one great tragedy. War has loomed over her head since the minute she breathed air. [Cregan Stark] house of the dragon au

Nyraexis (Valyrian/Common Tongue) noun - A legendary two-headed white dragon said to have been born from "icefire," a rare fusion of frozen storm magic and dragon flame in ancient Valyrian myth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He looked to his newborn and grasped her from the wet nurse and brought her to Aemma's arms. Her smile widened, her babe distracting her from the pain. Viserys had tears in his eyes knowing this would be the last time he saw that beautiful smile he loved so much. Her voice broke the tender moment, "Aelyra," She looked towards her husband who nodded and smiled at the name, "My beautiful, darling girl how I love you so." The queen was known was gentle but nothing quite compared to this moment.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ You say, "Maybe we make our own destiny" But I know that we're destined to break - Two lovers died at the same moment. The first one was a girl killed by her uncle on a dragon back - the second killed himself from madness and fury after receiving a letter from his older sister informing him that the person he once loved was killed by their own kin. In which he ended his life to be reunited with his lover. As the two of them got reincarnated in another world full of gods, monsters, and foes - another family, what they didn't know was that both of their families in their previous lives were watching their new life with the danger and adventure they went on. A/N: This story is inspired by all those who created some wtm (watching the movie), so I wanna credit all of them because they inspired me to make this. I'll re-edit everything.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉, 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘. 𝕴𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊, 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖘, 𝖄𝖊𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑. oc × daeron targaryen (very lightly) **UNDER EDITING**

Where normally the protagonist is transported to another universe or dimension , the roles have now been reversed. The Targaryen uncle-niece find themselves in the home of the 17-year-old Allaria Black. How will she react to the arrival of the Targaryens and how will this affect the Dance of Dragons? And how will she react when she learns she's the soulmate of the Targaryen duo? {𝓡𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓷𝔂𝓻𝓪 𝔁 𝓐𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝔁 𝓓𝓪𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷} Disclaimer: This is the first story I've written .It's still going hehe. I hope you enjoy the story. Also, English is not my first language, so my apologies for any errors.

When a game developer from modern-day Earth wakes in the body of Prince Aegon Targaryen, the long-forgotten third son of Baelon the Brave, he expects nothing more than a swift, bloody end in the shadows of his more famous brothers, Viserys and Daemon. But fate has other plans. Aegon remembers everything: dragons, fire, politics... and the unfinished class tree system he'd been coding at the time of his death. Somehow, it lives within him now, reborn in his soul. Each decision grants him access to traits and abilities no Targaryen has ever wielded; [Pyromancer], [Demon Knight], and secrets yet to be unlocked. As the Seven Kingdoms groan under the weight of scheming lords, rising dragons, and prophetic whispers of doom, Aegon walks a knife's edge, one foot in prophecy, the other in rebellion against fate itself. With a mind sharpened by two lifetimes and power drawn from beyond the known world, he'll either forge a new destiny for House Targaryen... or burn it all down. *** Rankings: 🥇#1 in hotd [06/4/26] 🥇#1 in asoiaf [30/3/26] 🥇#1 in litrpg [30/3/26] 🥇#1 in gameofthrones [31/3/26] 🥇#1 in asongoficeandfire [31/3/26]

The Era of the Returning Storm (Westeros after Luke's "death," before the war truly begins) The years following Luke Velaryon's supposed death become known across history as The Era of the Returning Storm - an age defined not by open war, but by quiet dread, political fractures, and the slow gathering of forces no one in Westeros can yet see. It is an era suspended between peace and catastrophe, where both the Blacks and Greens still live, still maneuver, still hope the storm has passed... unaware that the storm is learning to fly in lands far beyond their reach. The Blacks hold Dragonstone and Driftmark, grieving Luke but not yet ready for war. The Greens maintain control of King's Landing, clinging to legitimacy while fearing the consequences of Aemond's actions. The Smallfolk whisper that dragons bring only death, and that the gods are turning their faces away. Everyone senses the Dance is coming - but no one dares take the first step. Rhaenyra's Court grows more divided as grief hardens into resolve. Alicent's Court becomes a nest of guilt, prophecy, and political fear. The Lords of Westeros quietly rebuild armies, fortify keeps, and choose sides in secret. The Dance has not begun - but the music is already playing. The Era of the Returning Storm ends the day a fleet of foreign‑built ships appears on the horizon, each bearing a banner Westeros had no name for. When Luke Velaryon's fleet first appeared on the horizon, the banners they bore were unlike any ever seen in Westeros. The crimson emblem - a dragon woven in endless knots - was not the three‑headed beast of House Targaryen, nor the sea horse of House Velaryon. It was something older, stranger, and alive with motion even when still.

Before the Dance of the Dragons, before the kingdom was torn apart by fire and blood, there was Lyra Targaryen. Daughter of Aeron Targaryen, Viserys and Daemon's forgotten brother, Lyra grew up in the Red Keep after her father's dreams had destroyed what remained of his family. Raised by Rhaenyra herself, she finds her place among princes and dragons, between the crown princess's chambers and the depths of the Dragonpit. The dragons recognize her. The men, far less so. As tensions rise between the Greens and the Blacks, Lyra refuses the chains imposed on women, dragons, and those who dream of freedom. But even a daughter beloved by dragons cannot stop fate. Betrothed to Aemond Targaryen since childhood, bound to Jacaerys Velaryon by an ancient affection, Lyra finds herself at the heart of a war that threatens to consume everything she loves. Dreams see the future. Fire, however, forgives nothing. English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. ✦ AUTHOR'S NOTE ✦ This fanfiction takes place in the *House of the Dragon* universe and features the characters, locations, and events created by George R. R. Martin. The story follows an alternate timeline (AU - Alternate Universe) with the addition of an original character, Lyra Targaryen, as well as several changes to canon events. I do not own the *House of the Dragon* universe or its canon characters. This work is created solely for creative purposes and is not for profit. Enjoy! ♡