Rhaenyra Stories

Prince Daemon Targaryen despised his first wife, the Lady Rhea Royce. The union had been forced upon him, and he had all but been dragged to the altar. Yet from the miserable marriage came a son born with the blood of Old Valyria and the strength of the First Men. Male!OC x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daenerys Targaryen dies in Jon Snow's arms-but wakes again on her flagship, sailing toward the conquest she never finished. A fog rolls in. A new Dragonstone appears. And a world of long-dead Targaryens stares at her across the water. Rhaenyra sees a conqueror. Daemon sees a threat. The dragons see...something older. Daenerys carries her scar, her memories, and the fire that refused to let her go. And the Dance of the Dragons will never be the same again.

What if the Red Queen returned to Westeros, what if the red Queen was Aemma Targaryen wife of the Northern Lord Beric Stark. How does the war end when she appears

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.

Maera Targaryen is the bastard of Daemon Targaryen. The life she lives is not an easy one, especially once the war between green and black begins. Now she has to put her fantasies of being the captain of the guard aside and learn to fight for her family. And learn to deal with the fact that not everyone makes it...

it's just my imagination 😌

Jesscareya "Jessica" Targaryen first of her name is the younger sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Contented to be in the shadow of her sister, she never aspired to sit the Iron Throne. With the birth of Aemond Targaryen, Jessica felt herself being pulled to spend time with her younger step siblings. That is until Daemon and Rhaenyra decided to ward her to Dragonstone with them. What will the family ties hold when she returns to King's Landing as a woman grown. And when she reunites with her closest brother, Aemond.

What if there was a third brother? What if there was third Prince from House Targaryen? Son of Prince Baelon Targaryen and Princess Alyssa Targaryen. Rider of Aegarax son of Black Dread

A love story between a king and the exciled princess

She died once protecting her brother and returned to a new life with all her memories, power, and cunning intact. Alicent of House Hightower is no ordinary child. With emerald eyes threaded in gold and golden auburn hair, she charms nobles, wins the love of the common folk, and bends loyalty to her will. By seven, she is already shaping Oldtown and teaching the world that kindness can be a weapon. Behind every smile, every innocent question, lies a mind that reads hearts and schemes with precision. As the Targaryens falter and the Dance of Dragons looms, Alicent's every move changes the course of Westeros. Queens rise, Kings fall, but one girl will ensure history bends to her design. viserys x fem!oc x ? hotd x hp

'Nykeā irudy hen se jēdar,' the boy said "A gift from the sky." 'Skorkydoso gōntan ao sōvegon bisa zaldrīzes?' the King asked. "How did you manage to mount this dragon?" 'Nyke daor nykeā zaldrīzes kipagīros, ziry iksos,' the boy replied. "I am not its rider; she is." He looked at the little girl in his arms." __________________________________ What if more people survived the Doom?

Daemon and his wife Laena had an argument, leading him to fly off on his dragon until he felt a pull to dragon den. Being the fearless man , he went head first into the cave even when his dragon tried to stop him. He searched the cave before he came across a rare egg, maybe the only one to ever be found or laid. It was black and gold. Daemon felt the pull to the egg, so he took it he had no idea why it called to him. He became protective over the egg, and so did his dragon. what will happen when the egg hatches? what will Daemon do when his brother wishes to see the egg before it hatches? I don't own the house of the dragon that belongs to the amazing authors, and the photos are from google. I only have my oc.

This not a fanfic this is a short rewrite of the story in aegons pov his thoughts and feeling about matters chapters are short but meaningful

✧☾۵❥✩❣𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏✧☾۵❥✩❣ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 ____________________ 『ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ᴏᴄ』 ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴀʟᴇʀɪᴀ ʜɪɢʜᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ ____________________

Finished Rhaenyra and Knight Anne of Tarth, the very great Aunt of Brienne of Tarth, a Queer love story. After Sir Harwin passed and they moved to dragon stone an old Sworn Knight came to be sworn in again by The queen to be. 7 years on dragon stone, 7 years of love and Throughout the story their love and relation Blossoms but all that Blossoms also dies. (FYI The age of the last born to Harwin is changed to 3 years old and so the others are younger as well . It will match up canonical events to not interfere with Rhaenyra and daemons storyline yet not have too many plot holes with ages. It is canon that brienne of tart has a tightniest sliver of targaryen in her hence the small amount of silver in her hair and So I Made a non canon character to be her very great aunt the sister of a made up or cannon ancestor who had a kid in the targaryen family mixed with Tarth family to eventually create brienne of Tarth. It's a bit of a related doppelganger anatarth, though, has longer hair and more feminine features type thing with Anne of Tarth and Brienne of Tarth so it can be across over fanfic yet line up and leave this story open for fanfics using brienne with this as a canon past for more of my stories.)

This is a fanfic where the self insert is rhaenyra but instead of being extremely overpowered our self insert story is realistic, the oc gets inserted into rhaenyra mere weeks about the dance. Watch as our queen tries to ascend the iron throne at any cost. I do not own anything rights but my original characters and separate storyline, all rights belong to G R R Martin.

the sun 𖤓 and moon ☾ 𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒓𝒂 and 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏 . two very different souls, opposite to the other. one craved for freedom and adventures, while the other simply confined in their space of tranquility and peace. fire and ice. 𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 and 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 are set up to meet by fate of the gods, to play their part in a dance that would be remembered for decades to come. sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: ¹ / ¹⁸ / ²⁶ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ: ------

Act I Princess Rhaenys Targaryen is the daughter of Alyssa and Baelon Targaryen, and was only 2 when her mother died by childbirth. She was bred for court life and was the spirit of her deceased mother. When she makes friends with a girl who is the Lady Alicent Hightower. Act II I DO NOT OWN THIS WORK GRRM DOES

What if Daemon and Rhaenyra had given in to temptation that fateful night? What if, in their union, the seed of a rare dragon was planted-one that would change the course of their fate? And what if Viserys, in his desperate attempt to protect his house, unknowingly made a dangerous enemy in the process? In a world where power, loyalty, and betrayal intertwine, the dragons of the past may be the only hope to secure the future.

Teoría sobre los personajes de Canción de Hielo y Fuego: Daenerys Targaryen y Jon Nieve como representaciones de Azor Ahai y el Príncipe que fue Prometido en las profecías sobre la salvación de los Siete Reinos de Poniente y el Mundo.