Syrax Stories

Born where the sea kisses the shore, Princess Visenya Velaryon is the daughter of two great houses. With a Targaryen mother heir to the Iron Throne and a warrior father whose strength runs through her, she is nurtured in a fragile calmness that precedes storms. For she is treasured as a princess, a beloved daughter and a living pledge unto the realm. Across the same blood-stained halls, Prince Aemond Targaryen is raised beneath the ever-watchful eye of his mother. From her, he learns that mercy is dearly brought, that vigilance alone preserves life and weakness is a luxury no prince may afford to indulge. For each lesson is beaten into him like steel beneath the hammer, hardening the boy into something far sharper. But when cousins quarrel and nephews and uncles bicker, such strife might seem the oridinary folly of youth-but among those who bear the blood of the dragon, even the smallest slight may kindle a blaze fierce enough to devour the innocent. Thus, when kinship curdles into rivalry and daggers slip quietly from their sheaths, their mothers must rise as lionesses, for when blood runs to close it is seldom love that sparks the first war. And when fate draws Visenya and Aemond onto paths bound by blood and fire, one question lingers still: who shall prove the greatest of blood?

A short Baelor and Rhaenyra fanfic, enjoy my loves!!

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

Vaelora Stark, sister to the formidable Cregan Stark and known as the "Nightmare of the North," is a warrior forged in the icy heart of Winterfell. She commands the legendary sword, Nightmare's Fury, and rides the powerful black stallion, Midnight, through the frozen forests. Vaelora's life is a tapestry of duty, loyalty, and the constant threat of war. But everything changes when a dragon, a creature thought extinct in the North, emerges from the mists. This dragon, rumored to be a Targaryen beast that has refused to take a rider for generations, chooses Vaelora, a Stark, as its rider. This unexpected turn of events thrusts Vaelora into the heart of the Dance of the Dragons, a brutal civil war tearing apart House Targaryen. She finds herself caught between the warring factions, her loyalty to her family tested as she grapples with her newfound power and the weight of her lineage. The dragon, a creature of ancient power and untamed fire, is a symbol of the Targaryen legacy, a legacy that Vaelora must now navigate. As Vaelora navigates the treacherous political landscape, she must forge alliances, battle enemies, and confront the ghosts of her past. The Dance of the Dragons is a game of survival, where every move is a gamble, every alliance a fragile thread. Vaelora must learn to trust her instincts, her dragon, and her own strength as she fights to protect her family, her people, and the North itself. But survival is not enough. Vaelora must find her own path, one that will define her destiny and shape the future of Westeros. In a world consumed by fire and blood, Vaelora, the "Nightmare of the North," must become a force of ice and fire, a warrior who will rewrite the rules of the game.

Princess Maegelle Targaryen Princess Rhaenyras First and only daughter and Heir was many things, Eldest Child, Skilled Dragon rider, Older sister, and the love of Prince Aegon's life. (S1-S?) (Aegon/Oc)

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.

❝Słyszałam kiedyś historię o tym, jak słońce zakochało się w księżycu, a jedyne co posiadali to nadzieja.❞ Na Ognistym Wzgórzu, gdzie smoki unoszą się jak smugi nadziei, a cienie intryg układają się w labirynt tajemnic, Ilaria Montarion spojrzała w nocne niebo i zamarła. Księżyc tańczył z gwiazdami, a w blasku ich miłości układały się opowieści nieznane, które jak runy na rodowym herbie, przewidywały przyszłość jej rodu. W tym magicznym krajobrazie, między nocą a dniem, rozkwitła opowieść, w której smoki i marzenia splatały się w niebiański taniec nieśmiertelnej, zakazanej miłości.

"Her lady ship is a fierce warrior in her own right. She's far more interested in flying dragons than noble boys" "Make no mistake, you will pay for your treasonous acts. She will take what is hers with fire and blood" In which Lady Alyssa Velaryon II, the daughter of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen, is amidst the chaos and carnage brought on by rivalry to sit on the Iron throne. What she didn't know is that the betrayal is only the start of what is to be the dance of the dragons and she will be forced to pick a side and declare war against the one she has known all her life. House of the dragon | season 1 - ? cover made by @-ravenswife

Honestly, this is just a short story of the reader being head over heels for Rhaenyra Targaryen. The reader is AFAB but there aren't any referring pronouns AND this is set during HOTD episode 6 :) I stayed up until like 2 am writing this bc I am so in love with Rhaenyra lol. Enjoy!!

Baelon lives but queen Aemma dies in labour. Rhaenyra is no longer considered heir to the iron throne, and can now life the life she chooses to. Will a certain uncle Daemon be a part of that life even though her father does not approve of it?

"A dragon is not a slave" Princess Rhaenerys Targaryen, the only daughter of Prince Aegon Targaryen and Nymeria Martell, rider of the she-dragon. Rhaenerys inherited her mother's adventurous, carefree, and spirited personality and her father's kindness and loyalty. A blessing between House Targaryen and House Martell Follow Rhaenerys on a journey through heartbreak, romance, betrayals and much more...

-This another character x oc, but like in my other book if requested I will make a character x reader version of this also there will be some topics that some people may find disturbing/disgusting so to warn ppl I will put ' ** ' before the topic starts and also when it ends- Helga Targaryen is the last born child of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower, she is the same age as her half-nephew Jacaerys Velaryon. Her mother Alicent never wanted another child so she never cared if Helga died as soon as she was born, But thankfully her half-sister Rhaenyra Targaryen took care of her along with her own son Jacaerys.

the rose of the realm was admired by all and she had thorns ready to protect her [daemon targaryen x oc x rhaenyra targaryen]

"if I can't rule it, I might as well turn it to ashes"

𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 ℝ𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕟𝕪𝕣𝕒 𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕔. ༺⥼🔥༒🔥⥽༻ 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ -ˏˋ. 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 ˊˎ- 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏𝘽𝙊𝙍𝙉 𝘿𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙊𝙁 𝙍𝙃𝘼𝙀𝙉𝙔𝙍𝘼 𝙃𝘼𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝘽𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍. ╒═══════✰° ˢᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ ¹ - ? °✰═══════╛ ╒═══════✰° ᵃᵉᵐᵒⁿᵈ ᵗᵃʳᵍᵃʳʸᵉⁿ °✰═══════╛

When a shimmering rift in the Westerosi sky swallows Rhaenyra Targaryen and her dragon Syrax, they don't land in the Reach-they crash into the bone-chilling, radioactive ruins of post-apocalyptic 2030s Moscow. Found by the Ranger Artyom and the deadly sniper Anna during their desperate escape aboard the Aurora, Rhaenyra is a living anomaly. Carrying the blood of Old Valyria, she and her beast possess a terrifying gift: a total immunity to the radiation that haunts the tunnels. As the Aurora steamrolls across the Russian wilderness in search of a habitable home, Rhaenyra's presence shifts the scales of power forever. But survival isn't the only thing evolving. Amidst the cramped berths of the train and the haunting silence of frozen cities, a complex, high-stakes heat begins to simmer. Between Rhaenyra's commanding fire, Anna's fierce devotion, and Artyom's quiet resilience, a polyamorous bond forms-one forged in trauma, sealed by dragon magic, and explored through raw, scorched-earth passion. In a world where the air is poison, their connection is the only thing that breathes. Content Warning This story is intended for mature audiences and contains sexual content featuring polyamorous dynamics, including themes of dominance and submission. Readers should also be advised of graphic depictions of post-apocalyptic violence, survival horror, radiation-related trauma, and the dark, claustrophobic atmosphere consistent with a war-torn wasteland.

𝓡𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 ; 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓡𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓷𝔂𝓻𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻... "𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. "𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐬."

[ENGLISH VERSION] Her name was whispered in alleys, in brothels, in towns hidden from prying ears. It was on everyone's lips, somehow. No one could say they didn't know that name. Especially the Hightowers. Those who hated that name, haunted by its memory and its shadow. Yet few could say they had seen with their own eyes what the whispers claimed. Only a few had set eyes on what happened to the poor who crossed swords with death. Death had a name. And hers was Visenya Targaryen. Daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. The only chance for the usurpers to fall. But what if the only hope was given in marriage to the usurper's brother? • Visenya Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen • Visenya Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon • Aemma Targaryen x Cregan Stark • Rhaegon Targaryen x Baela Targaryen

A decade of peace was all their mercy bought. Now, as the old lions fade and the heirs take their thrones, the dance begins anew - blood for blood, wing for wing. Viserys I does not die in 129 AC, but is left to a similar fate. His death is postponed for another decade - and so, too, is the Dance. By then, new players shall join this Dance of Dragons. To our youths- may the gods forgive what we've left them.