Daemon Stories

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.

She comes like rain, soft and gentle, upon his cheeks. The taste of summer snow and enduring love, like a declaration of war upon fate. ⸻ ( daemon targaryen ) ( house of the dragon ) • 2022 ( rewrite in progress )

Born from ancient fires and noble blood, Nymaerya finds herself shackled in a cruel marriage beneath the ominous crimson banners of the Red Keep. Though her spirit is bruised, it clings fiercely to the flame of a secret love and a hidden heir-the true guardian of her house's legacy. Draped in layers of grief and silence, she is a queen shattered by heartache, her soul fractured beneath the weight of a crown that bears the burden of whispered truths and unspoken sorrows. In a realm where loyalty is bought and betrayal is a dance, Nymaerya's story unfolds, igniting a torch of hope even amidst the shadows that threaten to consume her. I'm not sure if I'll stick to the true story, but what I do know is that I own my characters and the unique journey they are on.

Y/n Targaryen, a princess bound to dragons and prophecy, stands at the heart of a kingdom on the verge of war. As the king grows weaker and the claim to Driftmark sparks political unrest, Y/n secretly carries Prince Aemond's child- a truth that could unite or divide the realm. With Rhaenyra returning to court, old loyalties and forbidden loves resurface. Dragons rise, betrayal brews in the shadows, and Y/n must decide whether to protect her family or forge her own destiny through blood and ash.

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

Big updates to Chapters 1-5 - scenes have been expanded with fuller atmosphere, body language, and internal monologue, and Chapter 5 now includes a moment where the lords of Dragonstone realize Daenerys didn't just bring an army... she brought a nation. 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. Daenerys x male oc

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.

Daemon Targaryen fanfic

𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡 𝗜 𝗔𝗘𝗚𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗔𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗮 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗲𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿. Aurora Targaryen went down in Hightower history as the bastard who betrayed it's own kin. Her name was a blemish on her family line, and forever proof that even Alicent Hightower was not flawless. HOT FANFICTION I 18+ I 21+ Aemond Targaryen x OC Aegon Targaryen x OC 𝓜𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝕋𝕆ℙ 𝟙𝟘 𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕊𝕀𝕆ℕ #aemondtargaryen - 1st - 15/07/24 #jacaerysvelaryon - 3rd - 19/04/24

|VAMPIRE AU | CHILD SWAP AU | In the shadows of the Red Keep, Rhaenyra and Daemon stand as icons of a terrifying, timeless beauty. They are the "True Dragons" immortal, pale, and driven by an ancient hunger that Valyria once kept hidden. Their five children move with a silent, unsettling grace, watching the world through eyes that have forgotten the need for sleep. Across the hall lies the warm, fragile world of Queen Alicent and King Viserys. Their children Jacaerys, Daeron, Vaella, and Lucerys thrive in the golden sunlight that the Princess's brood despises. They are vibrant and full of life, yet their mortality feels like a weakness in the presence of their eternal kin. This is a court of quiet terror and predatory tension. Alicent acts as a shield for her human flock, guarding them against their kins who offer smiles while masking an ancient, starving curiosity. Here, the tension of family is a dangerous game of survival, where every embrace is a reminder of the pulse beneath the skin. #2 Helaena #3 jacaerys #7 Gwayne Hightower #4 Aemond #5 aegonii DISCLAIMER - I own nothing of house of the dragon, all credit goes to its creators and GRRM. I only own my OC's and their story lines, I have changed the characters slightly from their original states.

❝ love can be chosen but this felt written and I've never wanted to rewrite fate so badly ❞ With battle lines drawn across the court, Aurelia Martell Targaryen finds herself divided between her two childhood best friends. As Rhaenyra struggles with her position and Alicent sinks deeper into bitterness, she begins to wonder if her place truly is at court or if she, Daemon and their children should retire to the Stepsones. For everyone suffers when dragons dance and that time is ever nearer. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON DAEMON TARGARYEN x OC

[Y/N] is a bastard daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen, aka the rouge prince of the seven kingdoms. She survived purely because her mother ran away to a place the deadly prince couldn't reach them both. Across the sea in a different kingdom. Now it's 14 years later, and [Y/N] came seeking her father. She wants to show him that she didn't need him nor did her mother, which he abandoned long before she could tell him about [Y/N]'s existence. Will this young dragon survive the den of dragons? Or will she simply find it too hard? (A/N:This is inspired by some oneshots Idid in my imagines book)

The night her mother burns, Rhaenyra Targaryen learns what the Iron Throne truly demands. It demands sons. It demands obedience. It demands blood. Before it can demand her, she walks away. What follows is not the Dance of Dragons as history remembers it, but the story of a princess who chose exile over inheritance - and of the fire that refused to be consumed. In the south, beyond maps and memory, something older than Westeros waits. A different lineage. A different law. A different flame. --- ⚠️ Disclaimer This is a fan-made work inspired by House of the Dragon and A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin. All recognizable canon characters, locations, and source material belong to their respective creators and rights holders. However, certain original characters, cultures, concepts, locations (including Sylvaerys), and narrative expansions are my own creations and are not part of the original canon. This story is written for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.

In a realm where daughters are traded for alliances and sons are forged for crowns, Princess Aelyra Targaryen was never meant to wield a blade. But she was not born to be gentle. While the court whispers and schemes beneath the shadow of the Iron Throne, Aelyra trains in secret under the ruthless eye of her brother, Daemon Targaryen - the Rogue Prince, feared across Westeros. What begins as discipline hardens into devotion, and devotion into something far more dangerous. When she claims the ancient dragon Vermithor - the Bronze Fury - the realm is forced to see her not as a pawn, but as power incarnate. As the Dance of the Dragons ignites and the kingdom fractures into war, Aelyra rides beside Daemon in fire and blood. Dragons clash in the sky. Armies burn along the shores. And whispers of their forbidden bond spread faster than flame. But in a war where loyalty is currency and love is weakness, choosing each other may cost them everything. For crowns can be stolen. Kingdoms can fall. But when two dragons love, the world burns.

ᴠᴀᴇʟᴇʀɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ, the younger brother of Rhaenyra Targaryen and the first son of Viserys, never believed that he would have any chance of becoming the heir to the crown because of his sickly nature and lack of skill in wielding a weapon. But after suffering a terrible loss in family, an unexpected path opens before his eyes, throwing him into a world of political intrigues and putting him in front of an obstacle that he did not expect. When his father unexpectedly decides to marry a second time, problems begin to arise for the new crown prince who is force to take measures to maintain his position and keep his family together. [ HOUSE OF THE DRAGON FANFICTION ]

Naruto is back from whatever dimension kawaki sealed him in with Hinata. They both have been gone for barely a second. So, then why is their village destroyed? The story will contain spoilers. Many humongous spoilers!!!! "I leave the rest to you... naruto!" "You better become hokage... naruto!" "Because Naruto... you saved me from darkness!" "For those who share the same pain... there is no hate." "There has been enough War!" "I believe in you naruto!" There had been countless sacrifices, which helped break the cycle of hatred. They all helped him, saved him, walked with him, believed in him for the greater good.... for... for peace! A better future! Naruto would have let out a bitter chuckle if he felt like he could breathe. Peace? Greater Good? A better Future? WHAT A JOKE!!! His future, his manifestation of greater good, his symbol of peace, konoha's golden child, his first born.... was lying there in a puddle of dirt, in a pool of his own blood. How did it come to this?

𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 ... ... 𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭

Fire and blood" are no longer mere words: they have become a burden. ​Westeros is torn asunder. As the war between the Blacks and the Greens threatens to consume the Seven Kingdoms, Lucerys Velaryon finds himself cast far from the sea spray of his childhood. Can he-the prince once called fragile-achieve the impossible? ​Between forbidden alliances and dragonfire, the fate of the realm no longer rests upon a throne, but on the shoulders of a prince who was not born for war. ​Follow the epic journey of Lucerys Velaryon; a story of tragedy or heroism? Only time will tell...

"From my blood comes the prince that was promised, and his will be the song of Ice and Fire." In a world where the house of the dragon doesn't break because the throne. In a world where the gods bless or curse the house of the dragon with a girl who will not break. Even with Ice and Fire.

Death had a plan. The magical war had ended. Queen Alicent was moments away from giving birth. All the pieces were in place-until the Fates intervened. They demanded a preview. Not a full revelation-just enough for soul resonance to stir when the moment of convergence truly arrived. And honestly? The gods were bored. The Lord of Light, the Many-Faced God, the Old Gods and the New, the Seven, even Mother Magic herself-bored out of their divine minds. So they did what any ancient cosmic forces would do: They put on a show. A literal show. A gathering of two realms-those of magic and of fire and blood. The witches and wizards. The kings and queens. The dragons and the wand-bearers. None of them remember this afterward. Not entirely. But somewhere deep inside, something changes. And at the center of it all is one soul. Sitara Evangeline Potter Black-a girl who died in childbirth only to rise again, reborn in another world, another body. She will become Alicent Hightower, mother and protector of the Targaryen Dynasty, But she was once the Girl-Who-Lived. If you're ready to witness what even the gods wanted to watch... Come along. The show is about to begin.