Daemontargaryen 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.

"When fire meets the sea, the tides burn." A story of love, loyalty, and the girl who tamed both dragon and king. --- When Queen Aemma Arryn dies in 112 AC, grief grips the realm - and the Iron Throne sits heavier than ever beneath King Viserys Targaryen's sorrow. Yet among the whispers of alliance and ambition, one name rises like the tide. Lady Vaella Velaryon, eldest daughter of Corlys and Rhaenys, was born of sea and flame - a dragon egg gifted by King Viserys himself hatched in her cradle, giving her the mighty she-dragon Thalassa, the Tide-Fire. With her mother's grace and her father's courage, Vaella is beloved throughout court - the pearl of Driftmark, the dragonrider who tamed the sea. Lord Corlys Velaryon calls her his pride and heir, yet beneath his devotion lies a restless dream - that Velaryon blood, his blood, might one day sit the Iron Throne. So when the grieving king's eyes begin to linger too long upon Vaella, love becomes both promise and peril. For in Westeros, every heart is a battlefield - and when fire meets the sea, even the gods hold their breath.

Nace Baelon Targaryen, el primer hijo de Alicent Hightower y el rey Viserys I Targaryen. El cual debe enfrentar su propio lugar en una familia dividida, donde su título de "príncipe" es una bendición y una maldición. ¿Será Baelon un aliado fiel de su hermana o el mayor peligro para su reinado?

❝ There was a feeling of inevitability when I met you. And our lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. And I think I had to break your heart and you had to break mine. ❞ As Cressida Black's lungs ceased to draw breath, Aurelia Martell's heart beat for the first time. Reborn into a new and strange world, she must adapt and become a Princess of Dorne in a time where Targaryens rule from the Iron Throne. Seen as a pawn by her elder brother, she is married off to the Rogue Prince to secure an alliance and is determined to make the best of the marriage. For a war between dragons is fast approaching and she may just have the power to turn the tide. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON DAEMON TARGARYEN x OC

Fire and blood. Uncle and niece. Two dragons, bound by desire and shared blood. Daemon Targaryen × feminine

The Monstrous Prince King's Landing, 209 AC - the dragons are long dead, their bones silent beneath the Red Keep. Yet their blood still burns in the veins of House Targaryen. Prince Aerion Targaryen was born of fire and madness - beautiful, cruel, and haunted by the echo of power his family lost. To the court, he is arrogant. To the realm, he is cursed. And to himself, he is nothing without the fire that was stolen from his bloodline. Then there is Princess Daenys Targaryen - pure, kind, and untouched by the shadows of their house. She sees the boy beneath the cruelty, the wounded soul behind the crown. But in Aerion's eyes, she becomes something else entirely: his salvation, his obsession, his undoing.

Rosyn Hightower was the eldest daughter of Otto and Melarie Hightower. Older sister to Alicent and Gwayne Hightower, she saw it as her duty to protect them especially after their mother's death and their father's plans for advancement.

This is the story of how Davina prevents the Dance of the Dragons from affecting her home, protecting her children from being drawn into war. Her strength and love for her husband and children continue to bring Dorne to the height of power alongside the blood of the Dragon.

Starla Younge is a young woman who is the lady-in-waiting for Queen Aemma Arryn. Starla grew up with Aemma, and the two were considered sisters. When Aemma died, Starla felt devastated. But she comforted Viserys in the time he needed it instead of Alicent, who was terrified of the woman. Rhaenyra loves her because she puts men in their places and doesn't take shit from no one. "Starla is one scary woman. She doesn't take shit from no one and put men in their place." Rhaenyra said. "We need her on our side just in case," Daemon said. "No, I trust my stepmother. She won't betray me." Rhaenyra told her uncle. "Mother, I don't want to become King. The council has been conspiring against you." Aegon told his mother. "What!?" Starla exclaimed, causing the ones to hear her to back away. Starla stormed towards the council room, and when she stormed through the halls, maids, servants, squires, and guards all stared, wondering what angered the Queen. She barges into the council room to see the council members, except her husband, who is currently bedridden. The men all looked up, and their faces turned to horror. "Ser Harrold!" Starla yelled, and the commander walked in. "Yes, My Queen?" Ser Harrold asks. "Get the rest of the Kingsguards and arrest each of the council members. They have been conspiring against the king. I will reveal the rest later." Starla said, and the commander nodded as the rest of the Kingsguards walked in. "I'm gonna go talk to my husband." "Your Grace-" Otto starts, but Starla held her hand up. "You should know better, Otto. This is what happens when you conspire against the King and his chosen heir." Starla said as she walked over to the Hand and took the pin off his shirt.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬? 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯, 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘓𝘺𝘢 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘓𝘺𝘢 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘊. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴.

"i will give you war" when a devil falls in love, it is most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her. "i serve my princess. no one else" _____________________ 𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿. _____________________ |daemon targaryen × oc| |this story will mainly be about Daemon and Visenya, but of course other things will also be dealt with, but their relationship will come first| |many things may not fit with the series or the book| |I have no rights to any characters| |characters created by me are mine| |English is not my native language, so I apologize for the mistakes| |this story will contain profanity and sexual scenes| |tik tok: hcledf|

It was not Alicent Viserys married but her older sister Dyana Hightower. Daughter of Otto Hightower and Margarita Tyrell. The beloved Rose of High Garden. Light of the Seven.

Cast out for sins not her own, Valora Royce Targaryen rose from silence with fire in her veins and steel in her soul. Not born to be remembered- Born to make them remember. #1 - RheaRoyce (6/13/25) #1 - Vale (6/25/25) #1 - Game of Thrones (6/27/25) #1 - Royce (6/28/25) #1 - Jacaerys (6/29/25) #1 - Targaryen (6/30/25) #1 - House of the Dragon (7/8/25) #1 - Daemon (8/6/25) #1 - Aegon (8/12/25) #1 - Alternate Universe (8/20/25) #1 - Rhaenyra Targaryen (8/20/25) #1 - Dragon Princess (8/30/25) #1 - Aemond Targaryen (10/8/25) #1 - Runestone (10/12/25) #1 - Eyrie (10/12/25) [ targaryen oc / against the realm ] © 2025 aemswp

Nelaehrys Velaryon, Rhaenyra's firstborn daughter, was a child of fever and fire-her mind haunted by dragon dreams that left her drifting between brilliance and madness. Called the Broken Flame by courtiers, she found solace only with her shadow-scaled dragon, Firefang, whose strange, feline cunning mirrored her own fragile soul. Tired of her daughter's wildness, Rhaenyra sought to marry Nelaehrys off quickly, to rid herself of the burden she could not control. Yet fate had other plans. In the cold North, Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, felt the pull of a bond older than crowns and thrones. Soulmates, tied by ice and fire, wolf and dragon, sanity and chaos. Their love would be both salvation and destruction-reshaping the Dance of the Dragons, as snow embraced flame.🔥❄️ In fever and frost, in shadow and flame, two souls bound by fate will set the world ablaze.🐺🐉💔

𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 '𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲. 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒙 𝑶𝑪 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏

𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵 " 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬" 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔. 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒔 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅. " 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 " "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤" 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒙 𝑶𝑪 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏

A description of all my ocs, who are persons of color.

She takes a step closer, the voice becoming a pulsing within her mind. It is as if she is in a trance as she steps again and again until the tree is inches from her; she falls to her knees before it, lifting her hand in front of her. Her fingertips connect with the bark and her eyes widen as she is ripped away from the world. Before her stands a field littered with the dead dragons of House Targaryen, Daenys looks to it in horror as the flames of Vhagar blind her from above; the great beast circling in the sky with Caraxes. The scene disappears, only to be replaced by a boy with the silver hair of her house, his skin scarred and leaving him confined to a wooden chair. Behind him sits Rhaenyra on the Iron Throne, her bloodied womb staining her beautiful gown. Daenys turns around within the throne room to see Daemon stood before her, Dark Sister held tight in his grip. "Daemon?" Daenys calls out, walking closer to him. He is covered in blood, whether it is his own or that of another she does not know. He does not answer as she places a hand on his cheek, only stares deeply into her eyes; there is great sadness in his own before he slowly turns to dust within her fingers. "You have discovered it at last." A voice says from behind, Daenys turns to see sweet Helaena stood behind her. Daenys looks to her in confusion, she sinks to her knees and takes the young princess's hands in her own. "Discovered what?" Daenys begs, watching the young girl closely. A small smile passes over her face; the most clarity in her eyes that Daenys has ever seen. "Who you are." The vision is suddenly torn away, Daenys is once again stood facing away from the Godswood as Daemon runs into the cave, looking to her in fear. "Daenys?" He asks, concern slick in his voice, as the princess collapses upon the ground.

Layra Velaryon is the only daughter of Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen. When she was born everyone was in awe of her. As Layra grew older her mother had given birth to two boys who didn't share the same hair color as their sister. Layra was closer to her father and her father's parents than she was with her mother. Rhaenyra has tried to form a bond with her daughter but she pushes her away. But what happens when she finds out she's to be betrothed to someone? Will her father and grandparents find out who it is?

"You're no longer a young lad. You're now the Lord of Harrenhal, boy." Harwin Strong and Rhaenyra Targaryen were never meant to be. And not only because his Father had been murdered, but because she was the heir to the Iron Throne. But perhaps a different fate awaits for Darik Strong and Helaena Targaryen. ( hotd ) ( helaena targaryen )