Housetargaryen Stories

In a different fate of Westeros, one dream changes everything. Daenys Targaryen was given a gift from the ancient Valyrian gods-the power to see the future. Through her visions she learns of the doom that would destroy House Targaryen and the darkness that will one day rise beyond the Wall. Refusing to let her family fall, Daenys alters the destiny of House Targaryen. Dragons return to the skies. The Targaryens learn that dragons are not symbols of power, but a sacred responsibility. The house grows stronger, and knowledge of the ancient enemy is preserved for generations. Centuries later, when the Long Night returns and the Night King marches upon the world, the Prince of Prophecy is ready. Born of Targaryen fire and Stark blood, he carries the weapons foretold-dragonglass, Valyrian steel, and dragonfire. And because of Daenys Targaryen's dream, the world will not fall into darkness. This is the story of the woman who saved House Targaryen... and the prophecy that saved the world.

Alysanne and Daeron were sent away to old town by their mother Queen Alicent when they were just babes, what happens when they are called back to kings landing? Will they live a happy life or will the legacy of their names call for war.

En el nido de serpientes que es la Fortaleza Roja, donde las ambiciones arden más que el fuego de dragón, Jane Arryn y Valarr Targaryen han forjado un refugio que desafía a la corona. Tras la tragedia y el exilio de los que buscaban su ruina, el Halcón del Valle y el Príncipe Dragón han aprendido que el verdadero poder no reside en el Trono de Hierro, sino en la lealtad de la sangre y el acero de los amigos verdaderos. Desde las murallas de nieve de Invernalia hasta los pasillos de seda de Desembarco del Rey, esta es la crónica de una familia que se negó a romperse. Protegidos por un arco de madera de arciano y el valor de un joven caballero llamado Aegon, Jane y Valarr luchan por criar a sus hijos en un mundo que premia la traición, demostrando que cuando el ala del halcón abraza la llama del dragón, el nido se vuelve inexpugnable.

⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ✦ ⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ━ ❝ [a targaryen, alone in the world, is bound to be a little mad. ] ❞ 𓂃 ♬ ˖ ﾟ 02 ━ [𝐏𝐑𝚰𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝚰𝐒𝐄𝐒] ! ╰━━ in which the only dragon left in the world hides herself in lions clothing. [ jamie lannister 𝗫 fmc ] ━ [got 1-8 + book] ✦˚₊ ‧ ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ ongoing

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 )

'𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆? 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆? [ 𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 ] [ 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 𝒙 𝒅𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 ]

In an age when the blood of the dragon ran thin and restless, there was born a daughter who would not be forgotten. Born of dragon's blood but shaped by Essos, by heat-hazed cities, foreign tongues, and a childhood shadowed by loss, Daena Blackfyre comes to Westerosi court already marked as other. She is too sharp for comfort and too watchful to be easily used. In a realm that distrusts what it cannot claim, her past is both weapon and wound. Her life has never been simple, promises have soured, loyalties have fractured and survival has demanded more than softness ever could. And then there is Aerion. Brightflame, beautiful and ruinous. Where he burns, the world bends yet where she stands, it steadies. Bound first by blood and courtly nearness, and later by something far more perilous, their fates coil together like twin strands of smoke. As tourneys turn to ash and exile carries them eastward, devotion curdles into obsession and ambition begins to taste like destiny. For dragons do not love gently. When two flames lean too close, the realm itself may burn.

"From my blood comes the prince that was promised, and his will be the song of Ice and Fire." In a world where the house of the dragon doesn't break because the throne. In a world where the gods bless or curse the house of the dragon with a girl who will not break. Even with Ice and Fire.

Seventeen, golden-haired and promised to a future king. Celia Lannister faces a destiny she never chose. She must learn to navigate court life, win the favor of her betrothed, Baelor Targaryen, and uphold the legacy of his late wife ... or risk being forever in her shadow.

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

crash down, fury red.

ETHEREAL | ❝How horrible to be born to such a self-destructive world, always underestimating the power of a Targaryen woman.❞ ⤷ In which Daenys Targaryen was born to suffer the curse of the House Targaryen, a curse that her very own name sake had to endure. Born to change the fate of House Targaryen, the princess was born at the very crucial time where the old king slowly fell to his death. With the passing of her loving mother, Her father, King Viserys I, is forced to take second wife just months after losing his one true love. His ambitious hand's very young and easily manipulated daughter was forced to marry the king. Thus, the dance of the dragons was bound to happen eventually. Not knowing when the fates will force the beautiful princess to become someone she never would have imagined herself to be, a monster just trying to rid herself of horrid dreams. How cruel of the fates to turn families against one another. ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴀᴜ Oc x Oc ⤷ 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝟷 - 𝙾𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 ⬿ started: 31/05/2024 finished: ?

Viserra Velaryon is the youngest child of the Lord of Driftmark. She is free in what she does, yet she is more aware of loyalty, honour and duty than her older siblings. She is a beauty whose hand many lords seek, but there is one particular prince who has fallen head over heels in love with her. Baelor Targaryen, the king's eldest son, is an honourable and dutiful young man. He is every lady's dream, but his heart has been taken by storm. This is a story about the love between two people, because duty is not always the death of love. 🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉 Disclaimer: I do not own A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, Fire and Blood or A Song of Ice and Fire. All characters and credits for those go to George R.R. Martin. I only own my OC's and their storyline.

Artorias....the abysswalker is no more. Slain in battle by the chosen undead. His soul remained in stagnation caught between the void of nothingness and beyond, and with the world that desperately held onto his aged corrupted soul.... Remaining stagnant for long enough Artorias awoken himself in the gap between a second life-a rebirth into the cursed lands and city of Anor Lando and the expanse of nothingness. Searching deeper ever deeper, Artoiras found not a soul nor purpose remaining in this space, so he simply slept in peace after an untold tortuous circle with the entity that currpoted his mind, body and being...he dreamt kf his dear friend and partner...Sef, his good little boy.... ....he wished only to hold in his arms one last time...to say he truly loved his dear partner. "Sef..." Yet it seemed fate was cruel...or possibly kind to him? As he found a calling on his being from another direction, accompanied by a blinding figure made of flames....it reminded him of.....his lost lord "Artorias, you have been chosen....I send you to protect a special child...one of fire and blood." Its words pierced the gap of his fractured consciousness, bringing him hope as he found a hand reach for him through blurry vision. "May you thrive or die, you will guard them with your life.....now awaken Artorias-‽¡‽. You are reborn" //_________________________________// This will be inspired by the series and may take some importation from the books that I find and/or when needed. Also, I will be continuing this as I watch the series, so please leave suggestions or comments as I'd like to hear from you all

A fan fiction of a what if scenario where the Velaryons, specifically Laena Velaryon marries Viserys I. The moment Corlys's plan prevails.

❦ Oh, cruel fate ❦ la douleur exquise; (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable Maekar Targaryen x oc

Prince Daeron Targaryen dreams of fire, ash, and dead dragons, save for one recurring vision of a dark-haired woman laughing in the sun. It is his only peace. Eira Stark dreams of winter, pine, and a rusted, weeping beast drowning in sour wine. It is her only warning. When the Warden of the North secretly barters his fiercely independent eldest daughter to the Iron Throne to secure an alliance, Eira is forced South to marry a drunken prince she has never met. Dreading his betrothal, Daeron hides in the taverns of King's Landing. But the wolves of Winterfell are not meek, and they do not wait. When Eira tracks her elusive betrothed to a squalid inn to deliver a freezing, humiliating wake-up call, Daeron realizes the angry, mud-stained woman standing before him is the savior from his dreams. He just has to prove to her that he is more than a drowning dragon.

Princess Vaeloria resembled King Baelor 'the blessed' in her extreme religious ideology. with both believing the Gods interacted with them directly. The Princess often received visions of the seven, including their physical descriptions taught by the sept. When her father crown prince Baelor 'Breakspear' Targaryen dies, her uncle Maekar takes her to wife, as he thought it the best way to honour his brother while grappling with the guilt and grief following his death. This fanfic is a draft, so please forgive any spelling mistakes or grammar errors! i haven't written fanfiction in about 3 years so my skills may be rusty. this is a fanfiction. i do not own these characters and all rights belong to George R.R martin.

The blood of the wolf, though quiet, was loyal, courageous, and most importantly honourable. Lyarra Stark, however, had grown away from the protective walls of Winterfell. Residing with her mother's family in the warm confines of Ashford Hall left Lyarra feeling disconnected from her heritage; a wolf with no bite. When a tourney for her cousin's thirteenth nameday brings half the realm to her doorstep, Lyarra wants to run. Her anxious disposition leaves her feeling dread at the mere thought of thousands of strangers walking the halls of her home. Yet when green eyes meet the captivating blue and brown eyes of Valarr Targaryen, Lyarra feels her bite come back. When faced with the blood of the dragon, Lyarra cannot help but balance fire with ice.

❝ 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗙𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗦 ❞ [BAELOR TARGARYEN]