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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)

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 ?? 🔥

Rhaegar Royce-Targaryen was never supposed to exist. Born in secret at Runestone in the Vale, the only son of Prince Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce, he was the product of a single drunken wedding night - a child his father never acknowledged, raised entirely by a mother who was too proud to ask for anything from the man who had abandoned her. Lady Rhea gave him her grey eyes, her bronze stubbornness, and her name before his father's. She gave him Runestone. She gave him everything. When she died, he inherited it all - the castle, the title, the Vale lordship - and ruled it capably at seventeen with her cousin Gerold Royce at his side. He did not think of King's Landing. He did not think of dragons or thrones or the silver-haired family that had never once thought of him. He was, in every way that mattered, a Royce. And then the King's invitation arrived. Highest Rankings: 1# - rhaenyratargaryen 1# - rhaenyra 1# - rhearoyce 1# - housetaragryen

Modern day Westeros. 1000 years after events of house of the dragons and almost 800 years after the events of game of thrones. Westeros is now a modern democracy. What happens if the modern girl, with connections to Old Valyria and first men, is send back in time to prevent the war between the house Targaryen and save her own world from the same doom that destroyed old Valyria. **** Story is more humanistic at the beginning will try to make it more serious in future chapters. Caution. Badly written, bad grammar, English as second language. The OC is a sarcastic little **** All characters, besides my original OC belong to George R.R. Martin

For almost her entire life, Daella Targaryen has lived as Mellara Rivers, the bastard daughter of Arnold Arryn and cupbearer of Lady Jeyne Arryn. First and trueborn daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daella had but slight contact with her family to protect her existence from the prying hands of the Queen and her pawns. Now, however, that storm is brewing and her mother has retreated to the safety of Dragonstone, she has bidden her only daughter to return to her. The journey to Dragonstone, however, does not go as planned and soon Daella ends up in the hands of the Hightowers, where she must play the game. ∿ House of the Dragon AU ∿ Aemond Targaryen ∿ Slow/irregular updates ∿ Cover by selyxe

When a mysterious silver-haired girl and her obsidian-scaled dragon wash ashore in the Hidden Cove, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III thinks he's found another soul as lost as his own. But Helaena Targaryen isn't just an outcast; she is a "Dreamer" from a world of iron thrones and ancient bloodlines, cast across the stars into a land of ice and Vikings. While Hiccup struggles to build a future for his wounded Night Fury, Helaena teaches him the terrifying beauty of the dragon-bond-a connection that goes deeper than saddles and stirrups. But the threads of fate are tightening. A monstrous shadow at the heart of the volcano is waking, and Helaena's prophetic riddles warn of a fire that could consume both their worlds. To save Berk, the boy who wouldn't kill a dragon and the princess who talks to the wind must unite their legacies. Together, they will face the Red Death and prove that a Viking's ingenuity and a Dragon-Blood's heart are the only weapons that can truly change the world. BEST RANKINGS: #2 hiccuphaddock #3 hotd #1 toothless #1 alternativeuniverse #1 hiccup HOTD x HTTYD

The dragons were dead. The blood of the dragon ran thin. But in the veins of Daena Blackfyre, the fire never went out. An exile with the scent of Eastern Cities on her skin and the shroud of a fallen rebellion in her shadow, Daena has spent a lifetime turning her scars into a suit of armour. Yet, she does not return to Westeros to claim a throne, but to harvest a debt. She is a woman of mystery, whispers and secrecy. A mistress of compacts and blood rites. She is an unseen spider in a world of loud men, a weaver of fates. In a world of loud men, she is the silent architect of ruin, a weaver of fates who knows that the world is merely a web and will is the hand that pulls the strings. And the will of the Gods must be followed. But even a weaver can be ensnared. In Prince Aerion Targaryen, she finds her mirror and her match, a man of wildfire and madness who seeks to own the very shadow that haunts him. He is the entitlement she despises and the fire she craves. Bound first by blood and courtly nearness and later by something far more perilous, their fates coil together like twin strands of smoke. A match that threatens to incinerate both West and East. A flame that will consume the very line of succession. A flame perfect to burn the woods and pave the path for The One to walk. A longggggggg slow-burn with loads of political drama!!!

Septon Barth was the Hand of the Old King, and perhaps the most powerful man in the realm, and it was his death that set into motion a chain of events and tragedies that sowed the seeds for the tragedy that was the Dance of the Dragons. Born as a result of a broken oath and condemned to death because of the machinations of a King, Galen will try to forge a legacy of kindness in an unkind world as he carries the legacy of the man who helped the Old King shape the Seven Kingdoms.

She comes like rain, soft and gentle, upon his cheeks. The taste of summer snow and enduring love, like a declaration of war upon fate. ⸻ ( daemon targaryen ) ( house of the dragon ) • 2022 ( rewrite in progress )

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.

IN WHICH TWO MARTELLS ARRIVE AT KING'S LANDING. ( 18.04.26 ) ( jaime lannister )

"Intoxicate me now With your lovin' now I think I'm ready now I think I'm ready now Intoxicate me now With your lovin' now I think I'm ready now"

Aemond Targaryen fanfic

In which the true born daughter of Rhaenrya Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon is nothing but the debt Alicent Hightower intends to collect. Started//12/28/2022- Finished// 3/18/24 Highest Ranking: #1 AemondTargaryen #1 AegonTargaryen (More rankings but these two have been #1 for last two weeks)

They died as heroes. After defeating Lord Voldemort, Amora Potter and her twin brother Harry Potter expected peace. Instead, they were given something else. A second life. Reborn into the dangerous world of dragons, kings, and bloodlines, they awaken as the children of Queen Alicent Hightower-two heirs marked by the gods themselves. One, a prince destined for power. The other... something far more unsettling. With eyes of emerald and amethyst, Amora Targaryen is not like the others. She remembers. Not everything. Not yet. But enough to know this world is just as cruel as the last. As the court begins to fracture and whispers of prophecy and power spread, the twins become the center of something far greater than themselves. Faith. Fear. Fire. And war. Because in a kingdom where the gods have made their presence known- No one is safe. And this time? Amora will not lose everything again.

Another cry echoed from Maegor's Holdfast while he spoke, loud enough to make my stomach twist despite my efforts to remain calm. But my mind was full of doubt and insecurities. Had I truly been that cold toward Maekar? Had I allowed distance and sharp words to grow into something my children now mistook for indifference, or worse, disdain. And Aerion... did they truly believe I hated the boy.

Saera Martell was a flame caught between two winds, never burning in one direction for long. Born as the daughter of a Targaryen and a Martell, she was a dreamer plagued by memories that are not her own. Faces, moments, and emotions linger long after she wakes, leaving her uncertain of where her dreams end and her true self begins. When duty calls, Saera is sent to King's Landing, where visions, politics, and expectation press in from all sides. There, she meets Aerion Targaryen. Someone, who has been haunting her mind. He was like a name written over and over, though never the same. But not all ties are woven by dreams. Valarr Targaryen enters her life without warning or prophecy. He was an unforeseen presence defined by kindness rather than fate. As Saera struggles to reconcile memory with reality and desire with duty, she finds herself drawn in conflicting directions. In king's landing, unexpected friendships form. Ones that would haunt her life in the years to come. Burrowed echoes occupy her mind, taking up the space of her own. Caught between identity, responsibility, and choice, Saera must decide whether her future will be shaped by the dreams that haunt her-or by the life she chooses to claim as her own. But will the gods allow it, whatever her decision?

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.