Targaryenoc Stories

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What happens when King Viserys Targaryen betrothed his second daughter to Lord Cregan Stark ?

Here contains all my writings on my oc Viserra Targaryen

The sweet butterfly of House Targaryen narrowly escaped with her life as the rebellion came to an end. Hidden in the sand, she emerged a dragon with only a desire for freedom and peace. Her sister was willing to take that goal further than her. Too far. . with Jeanne Goursaud as Princess Saera Targaryen . GoT S3 and onward. . All credit for original characters and original plot goes to George R.R. Martin for the A Song of Ice and Fire book series and the Game of Thrones television series. I own only my OCs and select scenes not from the show. Thank you George, for creating the world of ASOIAF. Thank you all, for reading. . I do not at any point in time give permission for my fanfiction content or original characters to be used for any purposes outside of my writing. I own all original characters appearing in this fic and do not consent to the usage of my story by anyone other than myself. Readers are welcome, plagiarizers are not. Written from Aug 24, 2023 - Sep 13, 2023

"You are so much like Mother, Aemond...thinking you will be spared from the punishment your words ask for.." she turned, facing the fire in her fireplace. Aemond huffed, "And you are like Father...weak, docile, so don't go around acting like you are so superior to me.." and the flooding of pure anger couldn't stop her from saying her next words, in a hushed tone, "At least Father sees me, praises me, that I do what you could not.." ✧✧✧ Princess Viserra had always been sickly, ever since she almost fell to her death on the steps of her home. Forever shackled to the whims of her family, she could do nothing else but wish for a better future. But when it comes to dragons and their love of dancing, she could do nothing else but begin to play her own game. ✧✧✧ ✧ Season One ✧ Completed ✧ Season Two ✧ Completed ✧ Season Three ✧ Writing

"𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡. 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬." pre s1 flashbacks - s6! jaime lannister x oc ! slowburn 😡 jaime lannister belongs grrm ! as do a majority of these characters boltagons © 2019-

Princess Daenyra is bound by duty, torn by loyalty and haunted by a curse she can't seem to escape. As old rivals return to court she must decide her position.

Every morning Daelyra Targaryen wakes up and chooses violence. (Figuratively, at least.) It might be because she's Daemon Targaryen's daughter. It might be because her soul is from another world. It might be because her dragon blood runs hotter than most, and that means more than she knew it could. It might be because the dragon that chose her is the most vicious of them all. It might be because she's a woman on a mission. So many might-be's, but one thing is certain: she wasn't meant to exist, and the sole fact that she does was enough to knock the world off its axis. Why not push the change further? Or: Targaryens really aren't human and expecting them to conform to human standards rarely ends well, and sometimes an unhinged woman with an unhinged dragon is all the world needs to prevent a disaster long in the making.

They mistook her silence for weakness. Princess Vaella Targaryen was born without a voice. For years, the court looked upon her as fragile. Nobles spoke over her. Lords dismissed her. Some whispered that a princess who could not speak could never command respect. They were wrong. Vaella learned early that she did not need a voice to make herself heard. She learned the language of her hands. She learned to read the emotions hidden behind people's smiles. She learned that actions revealed more than words ever could. And then came Meleys, the Red Queen. After the death of her aunt Alyssa, the ancient scarlet dragon chooses Vaella as her new rider, transforming the quiet princess into one of the most formidable dragonriders in Westeros. But dragons are not the only dangerous things lurking within the walls of King's Landing. As the Targaryen family is pulled deeper into a struggle for succession, Vaella finds herself caught between duty, family, and a cousin whose name has always been synonymous with trouble. Daemon Targaryen. He is reckless where she is patient. Provocative where she is restrained. A storm where she is fire. Yet somehow, he is one of the few people who never treats her silence as something that needs fixing. He learns her language. She learns his heart. And somewhere between dragonfire, bloodshed, whispered secrets, and stolen moments beneath the stars, the two discover something neither of them expected: love. But loving a Targaryen has always come at a price. As the realm descends into war and dragon turns against dragon, Vaella must decide how far she is willing to go to protect the people she loves-and whether love can survive when the sky itself begins to burn. She was born without a voice. But when the dragons roar, Westeros will hear her.

They said the Cannibal could never be tamed. They were wrong. Princess Vaelora Targaryen, the firstborn child of King Viserys I Targaryen and Queen Aemma Arryn, was never supposed to become the most feared dragonrider in Westeros. She was born to be a princess. The king's beloved first daughter. Aemma's pride. A sister to Rhaenyra. And, perhaps one day, the heir to the Iron Throne. But everything changes when a chance encounter on Dragonstone leads the wildest dragon in the realm to choose her as his rider. The Cannibal is ancient, enormous, black as a moonless night, and infamous for devouring other dragons. No Targaryen has ever managed to claim him. Until her. With the Cannibal beneath her and Targaryen blood in her veins, the princess becomes a force even her own family cannot ignore. But there is one person who has always looked at her differently. Daemon Targaryen. Her uncle. The Rogue Prince. Her father's rebellious younger brother. What begins as an impossible attraction slowly becomes something neither of them can deny. Their relationship is passionate, complicated, and dangerous-made even more perilous by the expectations placed upon a princess of House Targaryen. Daemon has always wanted what he cannot have. And she has always been the one thing he cannot bring himself to lose. As Viserys struggles to keep his family united, the question of succession threatens to tear the realm apart. Old grudges become new alliances. The Greens rise against the Blacks. Brothers turn against brothers, and dragons prepare to fight dragons. Soon, the princess must choose between the family she loves, the crown she has a claim to, and the man who has captured her heart. Because when the Dance of the Dragons begins, Westeros will learn to fear more than the war for the Iron Throne. It will fear the princess who rides the Cannibal. And the prince who would burn the Seven Kingdoms to keep her.

[ ᴀᴜ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ] Naerys Targaryen is the first and only child born of the ill-fated union between Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, and Lady Rhea Royce of Runestone. In order to safeguard his eldest son, Baelon, a boy of frail health, from the power-driven ambitions of House Hightower, King Viserys I decrees that his second-born, Aegon, shall wed his cousin Naerys. His design is thus: to send the boy to the Vale, to grant him a castle and lands befitting his name, to honor his bloodline-yet, at the same time, to ensure that no harm may befall his heir in some scheme to place one of Queen Alicent's sons upon the throne.

Princess Visaera Targaryen is used to having a name that people don't let her forget. Which is exactly why she has made it her personal mission to avoid being another Targaryen who lusts after crowns. In fact, her entire life was a series of events that taught her only one thing: survival. This is how she survives the many different games played for a throne.

Aelinor Baratheon stands out in her family. She doesn't have the golden hair and green eyes of her mother and younger siblings. Nor does she have black hair and blue eyes of her Baratheon father. Much to her father's disdain, she inherited her great grandmother Rhaelle's Targaryen features; silver hair and purple eyes. Had she not been born well after her father had slain his cousin, many would be inclined to believe her to be the bastard daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen. Follow her as she navigates life as the eldest child of the king, through war, love, betrayal and much more.

maerhys Targaryen; the only child of Daenerys Stormborn and Khal Drogo who was taken by lions and snakes for the sake of longing and revenge But just how far a mother would go to claim what is rightfully hers? Her own daughter. 💌- not decided/not official yet DISCLAIMER • I've made a few changes to ages, plot, and storyline for the sake of the fanfic • it has mature themes and questionable age differences due to the nature of GOT • this is a third and 1st person read • if you do not like my content you can take it up with HR ig • i do not condone nor support themes I write that are clearly immoral (major age gaps, assault, incest or abuse, they are just the nature of that world and I only write if it's necessary to the plot development or character growth) • I'm a new writer so there is bound to be Grammer mistakes or unpleasant wording? • it is based off books and the show so there is a mix to make the plot work • credit to all artists who I use for pics or as headlines

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯" - 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘳𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯

"They say the dragons are dead, and the ancient fires of Valyria have turned to cold ash that no stone can stir... but the blood of the dragon never sleeps; it only waits." Within the cold stone halls of Summerhall, in an era of fragile peace shadowed by lingering mistrust, a daughter is born to the stern martial prince, Maekar Targaryen, and a lady of the ancient lineage of the stars. A maiden destined to unite the molten silver of kings with the deep violet of myth, guarding in her silence secrets beyond the royal court's wildest reckonings. While the Great Houses of Westeros vie for marriage alliances and plots of succession are forged behind the closed doors of the Red Keep, the young princess finds herself trapped between the dry feudal duties of the Crown, her father's unyielding iron pride, and a mysterious power coursing through her veins that refuses to bend. In the game of thrones, highborn lives are traded for alliances. But when the spark of true blood awakens... will she remain merely a political pawn in the hands of the Crown, or become the storm destined to rewrite the history of the Seven Kingdoms in Fire and Blood? (A fanfiction set in the world of George R. R. Martin - An Alternate Universe / AU)