Targaryenoc Stories

Reborn in Westeros as Baelon Targaryen, Viserys's son who was supposed to have died. The Blacks? The Greens? Go play somewhere else! The Iron Throne? It's uncomfortable to sit on. My big sister is far more appealing... ... Fan translation of 重生贝尔隆，我在维斯特洛抽词条 by 怨如一夜春, if you can, please support the original author.

Ashford tourney was the beginning of the end for the young princess Aelera Targaryen. She must learn to face many ordeals and challenges over a span of a year without comfort and guidance from the ones she loved. With a forced betrothal just right around the corner will she withstand just pressure?

"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

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

Here contains all my writings on my oc Viserra Targaryen

In a realm split between Black and Green, one princess refuses to choose a side. Isalyn Targaryen - daughter of Daemon, rider of three dragons, and bride to the most feared prince in Westeros - walks a razor's edge between blood and duty as the Dance of the Dragons begins to tear her family apart. While the realm demands loyalty, she seeks something far more dangerous: balance. But peace is fragile in a world built on fire. As whispers of prophecy follow her and dragons darken the skies above King's Landing, Isalyn must decide what kind of queen she will become - a bridge between warring houses... or the storm that ends them all. Legacy. Betrayal. Dragons. And a girl who was never meant to survive the throne. ✦ A House of the Dragon fanfiction✦ Slow-burn tragedy • Political tension • Dragonfire & destiny✦ "From Shadow, Fire."

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

"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-

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.

Born in 119 AC, Vaelora Targaryen has never quite grown the way other children do. She counts stitches, listens to silences, and hears what others dismiss. But the realm is shifting. A king dies. A crown is claimed. Dragons stir. Caught between green and black, between prophecy and blood, Vaelora stands too near the fire. Some wars are fought with swords. Others are fought inside a child's mind.

[ 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.

"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

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When the Dragon's blood meets the Dragon's soul.

This is the tale of Visenya Targaryen. No-not the Conqueror. Everyone knows the marriage between Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce was forged in resentment and sharpened by pride. But history forgets what followed a drunken night, a careless insult, and a child conceived in fury. A daughter. From the moment she drew breath, it was as if she had been chosen. Vhagar herself yields an egg for her cradle. Daemon understands the omen. His blood. His fire. Visenya Ingrid Targaryen-Lady of Runestone. Bride of Winterfell. Regent of the North. Rider of a sapphire dragon nearly the size of Vhagar herself. When the Dance of the Dragons begins, she is not a pawn in her father's war. She is the storm above it. Gods may flip coins for Targaryens. Visenya makes her own fate.