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 )

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

I am going to drawing house of the dragon characters because i am obsessed with the book and tv show

Have you ever wanted to change the plot of your favorite series, because you didn't like the outcome? That's what Hazel Brookes did-sorry, Hyacinth Targaryen did. Our dearest Protagonist was an only child. Her mother-though there, resorted to drinking, leaving Hazel to grow up without a stable childhood. Of course when she was a teen, her source of comfort was the House of The Dragons books and series. Once an adult, she moved out and got a stable job, but of course good things can't last. Pitied by the Gods, she was given a choice-enter a world of your choosing and do what you wish. Can you guess her choice? Follow Hazel; now Hyacinth as she writes her own story-after all... The Timeline was merely a suggestion.

The Drowned God does not forget his people. Thyra Greyjoy has always understood what others do not: that the Old Way was never about mindless reaving, but survival. Strength. Adaptation. To drown is not to die, but to be remade. Married to Daemon Targaryen, she stands between two worlds: the salt and storm of the Iron Islands, and the fire and ambition of House Targaryen. As war brews in the Stepstones, Thyra begins to build something dangerous; a new future for her people, one that does not abandon the Drowned God, but fulfils him. For if the sea takes, it also returns. And Thyra intends to return the Ironborn to power not as raiders of a dying age, but as rulers of the Narrow Sea itself. OC x Daemon Targaryen House of the Dragon Fanfiction

Alysanne and Daeron were sent away to old town by their mother Queen Alicent when they were just babes, what happens when they are called back to kings landing? Will they live a happy life or will the legacy of their names call for war.

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 ]

Boruto Wakes up on top of a skyscraper, after an incident forces to step in and save the day, he realizes that he is no longer home. A/N This is story is a rough draft of the official one I am working on, so you are going to notice some inconsistency in it, I'm just experimenting to see how it will go. Boruto x Highschool Dxd crossover

"𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉." Born as the second son in the line of the Storm Lords, Orryn Baratheon never wished to be swept in the royal family's chaos. He heard the whispers, observed the kingdom's decay, and watched devotion sour into fear and bitter resentment. Yet when a wildfire in the shape of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen crosses his path, he finds himself caught in a tempest of feelings, politics, and the relentless will to survive. What can a lone stag do among dragons-except become a storm that cannot be tamed? ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Rhaenyra Targaryen x Oc House of the Dragon

If you would have told me that my own father would have taken his own children's life to get everything in our mother's will I will call you a lie but I guess I can't since my older brother and I are now born within the world with dragons and war my older brother and I were given a second chance of life into the series House of the dragons and this is how we changed it for the better (HOTD AU)

Após a morte de Laena Velaryon, o príncipe Daemon Targaryen passa a noite em um bordel de Driftmark tentando fugir do luto. Lá ele conhece Alyra, uma jovem de cabelos prateados e olhos de cores diferentes, cuja aparência lembra o antigo sangue da Casa Targaryen.

"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.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ -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 °✰═══════╛

Lucerys Velaryon is born a girl. Almost nothing changes... until Aemond Targaryen begins to take an interest in her. It seems Targaryen uncles have a habit of falling in love with their nieces. I DON'T OWN THIS STORY. story comes from youtuber: emiliasbabe

I do not own HOTD! 《Started 22nd March 2026》 《Finished 《Edited

"Say you love me Morgon, say you love me no matter my terrible ambitions and dreadful nature." She requests, an expression laced with sincerity as she looks upon the sharp featured knight lounging upon her chair as if he belonged nowhere else-- and, she admits, perhaps he doesn't for where would he willingly go without her by his side? Green eyes shift to look upon her with great contemplation, as if his answer would be anything besides the expected. "Aye Princess, I fear I love you no matter how disgusting your personality grows." He says at last, nodding as if sure of the complete honesty of his words-- and merely laughing as the pillow struck him. Viserra Targaryen (Daughter of Jaehaerys) X Morgon Banefort (Male Original Character) *All rights to A Song of Ice and Fire belongs to its author George R. R. Martin, this includes broad settings, world building, and a majority of the characters. My only contributions is the story plot itself, the original characters I have constructed and added for the plot, and any specific location otherwise not described in the books and/ or wiki*

Born of duty, yet touched by fire. Aerra Targaryen blood sings a song of dragons, a legacy whispered in the wind. But her mother's ambition, as green as the banners of the Hightower, binds her to a fate she may not desire. Will she embrace the flames within, or be consumed by the games of court?

This is the story of Princess Eiraella Targaryen, princess of the blood. A daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and his loved wife, Queen Aemma Arryn, twin sister of princess and heir to the iron throne Rhaenyra Targaryen. This is the story of how Eiraella lived in the house of the dragon as a dragonless princess and the youngest member of a small council. Only Princess Eiraella is my character yet. The plot will follow the TV show, but there will be some changes. English is not my first language, so there may be many grammar mistakes and so on. It is my first fanfiction and I hope you will like it.