Targaryenoc Stories

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."

Princess Viserra Targaryen had grown in the shadow of the Faith of the Seven, raised to be pious by her mother, she spent more time in the Royal Sept than any other part of the Red Keep. Breathing its teachings down her throat more than the air in King's Landing, until she suffocated. But she did it with no complaints, never any fight in her. A perfect daughter, a perfect princess, the opposite of her namesake, her mother would make sure of that. But the blood of the dragon still runs in her veins like the rest of her family, tempered down it may be, it was there. And dragons were creatures of greed, according to common folks tales, greedy, hoarding, beasts who would rather burn nations down than let a single treasure that catches their fancy slip by. So when her interest locks onto her uncle, Prince Baelor, the Hand of the King, the Heir to the Iron Throne. Everything she was never supposed to want. She is torn between her devotion to her mothers faith, its teachings, everything she's ever known. And her desire to have him all to herself. ⤷ ゛Baelor Targaryen x OC ˎˊ˗ [AKOTSK]

They say the dragon has three heads. The red dragon on black-the banner of House Targaryen-has always borne three heads. And the tales we know? They tell us of two. There's Daenerys Targaryen, the exiled princess who rose from the ashes of her husband with three dragons and a spine of Valyrian steel. She conquered cities, broke chains, and ruled hearts-only to be destroyed in the arms of love. And then there's Jon Snow-or rather, Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark. The by-product of rebellion. The hidden heir. The reluctant king. The man who killed his own queen. A Stark raised in silence. A Targaryen bathed in tragedy. They say the gods flip a coin for every Targaryen born. One side, greatness. The other, madness. And this generation? They say the coin only ever landed on madness. But what if there was a third head? No, not Viserys. His ghost doesn't belong in the future. I speak of another. Born in the heat of war, wrapped in the blood of dragon and sand, was Princess Visenya Nymeros Targaryen Martell-the youngest child of Elia Martell and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. Born mere hours-maybe minutes-before the sack of King's Landing. Too late to be saved with her siblings. Too early to die with her mother. She was sent away in silence, swaddled in urgency, and raised not in exile-but under flame-wrought protection. With her mother's sun-kissed fire and her father's dragon blood, she grew into a force the realm had forgotten to fear. But fear her they would. She would become Visenya the Conqueror, second of her name, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, born of Rhoynar and Valyria. And she would do what Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters once began- But she would finish it. She would raise a Triarchy. She would forge an Empire. So if you dare to follow the story of the dragon the world almost forgot- Turn the page. The flames are waiting.

"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

Viserra Targaryen, bastard daughter of Daemon, returns to court with her father to find herself growing close to her childhood companion Alicent Hightower despite the hatred between their fathers. As a battle for succession begins Viserra finds herself torn between her love for her father and her loyalty to Rhaenyra, yet both struggle to hold a candle to her love for the Lady Alicent. The two girls find themselves surrounded by scandal as they grow close, too close, and the ambitions of men seek to tear them apart, but even as war begins, their love remains as strong as ever. Until that love turns into something dangerous and threatens to destroy them both.

"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-

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

My house of the dragon ocs and rp eras (because we adore wattpad for removing our pms ❤️)

Here contains all my writings on my oc Viserra Targaryen

Adryana Targaryen was the youngest daughter of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent. If one is to believe the tales, it is said that she was more cruel than her older twin brother and husband, Aemond. Some even mentioned that the princess had bewitched Aemond with the way he lusted over her and worshipped the ground she walked on. Believe what you will, but this story contains the true telling of Aemond Targaryen's wife, Adryana the Blood Queen.

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.

"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 ✧ Releasing ✧ Season Three ✧ N/A

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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.

[ 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.

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