Gamesofthrones Stories

Presumed dead. Enslaved for years. Returned to a realm that had already moved on. Elaena Targaryen was meant to be the heir to the Iron Throne until fate stole her crown, her childhood, and her place in history. Now returned from the shadows, she walks a fragile line between duty and desire, power and pain, past and present. At her side, unwilling yet unyielding, stands Daemon Targaryen. A warrior, prince, and the man who plays the game of thrones for her. But the realm is splintering. The Dance of the Dragons looms. And between court whispers and wildfire hearts, Elaena must decide what kind of woman she will be and who, if anyone, she can truly trust. A story of grief, resilience, forbidden love, and the war that would tear House Targaryen apart. Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones, A Song of Ice and Fire or House of the Dragon; all credit goes to George R.R Martin. I only own Elaena Targaryen and my other Original Characters. Warning: It's a House of the Dragon fanfiction which means that there will be adult language and content.

Maegor Targaryen is the son of Daemon Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, born after his parents where only wed for a year Daemon was happy to have his wife be with child, he didn't wish to wed her. She was beautiful, yes. She came from a Great House and had a place of power if her father was to die without a son his titels would one day pass down upon his son. Daemon could not love his wife, who in turn was as cold as ice to the prince...... the only thing that could have maybe have been able to bind them truly together one day was their child, and so in the year 95 A.C they welcomed a child into the world, Daemon was more than happy when he heard Lyanna gave birth to a son but when he walked into the room all she was met with was blames, words of anger and the words of her husband who said she was nothing more than a whore who gave birth to a bastard. He would not claim the boy as his, he looked nothing like him..... the features he and his family shared? The features he held so high where not in their son, and so it was no son of his.

The north remembers..... cover by arii <3 Game of thrones Season 2 onwards

Reborn as Robb Stark, the heir of Winterfell, I awakened in a world that was not my own. The kingdoms are still at peace... for now. But I know what is coming: betrayal, death, and the cruel fate that awaits House Stark. The fall of the Young Wolf is already written in history. But this time will be different. I will not repeat the mistakes that doomed the real Robb Stark. In this game of thrones, the direwolf will not be the prey. He will be the predator. When winter finally comes, all of Westeros will learn to fear the Wolf of Winterfell.

A modern soul awakens in the North, reborn not as a man, but as a Growlithe. Found with the direwolves, he must navigate the Game of Thrones using a minimalist System to evolve. But take heed: this is no typical Pokémon journey.

The Gods had blessed the Lannisters with twins once, and he would do so once more as Cersei Lannister would give birth to another alongside Joffrey Baratheon. Another boy with secrets already sewn into his heart. One troubled by injustice, yet bound by duty. A lion, born in the skin of a Stag. Would he let his duty bind him, or will he let justice guide his hand? Or shall envy swallow it all!

Bastard. Archer. Advisor. Alysanne Snow was many things, but she never expected the word Wife to be added to that list, let alone Queen. How in the seven hells did she get here? (slightly ooc!Joffrey Baratheon/he's a simp for his wife but everyone else means nothing to him)

Daemion is brought before Daenerys Targaryen at the ceremony after she wed khal Drogo I am using episode titles as chapter titles because I don't know what else call them

Visenya Targaryen, is the younger sister to Rhaegar and Viserys, and older sister of Daenerys. Upon the death of her father, The Mad King, Visenya is discovered by Ned Stark, who has one distinct order from Robert Baratheon. To kill her. Seeing that the young princess is only a child, he takes her to Winterfell where she remains hidden from Robert Baratheon and the Lannisters. After the death of Ned Stark, Visenya vows to destroy the Lannisters once and for all, and claim, what is rightfully hers. This is the story of a girl who would rise up from the ashes, and change the very history of the world. The girl known as A Northern Dragoness. Rated T for suggestive themes Story starts in Robert's Rebellion, and eventually goes through GOT.

She woke in the snow with no memory. No name. No past. Found beside a dead direwolf and adorned in gold no one can identify, Khava becomes the mystery of Winterfell-beautiful, foreign, and utterly alone. But when the game of thrones shatters the family who sheltered her, she makes a desperate vow: protect the Starks. Whatever it costs. She will kneel to monsters She will wear their colors. She will become their obsession. Because the blood of Old Valyria sleeps in her veinsand fire remembers what the snow tried to bury. First black oc

see how Robert baratheon being reborn in modern family will change The dynamic of the family

"I am not throwin' away my shot I am not throwin' away my shot Ayo, I'm just like my country I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwin' away my shot."

When sixteen-year-old Drax Silverthorne falls asleep after a night spent playing as a Black Prior, he doesn't wake to a game; he awakens in the blood-soaked world of Game of Thrones. Thrown into Braavos as an unwanted orphan sold by his own family, he has nothing but a harsh survival system, the knowledge of a military nerd, and a sealed egg belonging to a forgotten line of dragons. There are no game shortcuts, no godlike powers, and no heroism waiting to save him. If he wants to live, he must earn every coin through cunning, every skill through pain, and every piece of influence through calculated risk. From the shadows of the streets to the vaults of the Iron Bank, Drax begins building foundations meant not for survival, but for conquest. Through steel, fire, manipulation, and strategy, he will not follow the game of thrones. He will rewrite it. A stranger to this world. A black shield in the dark. The first king who will build an empire instead of inheriting one. Welcome to the rise of the Black Dragon.

The Resistance wants to send a T-800 terminator back in time to protect John Connor; however, they haven't mastered the Skynet tech and accidentally send the cyborg to a whole other world: Westeros. Unable to locate John Connor it sets out to protect the only John it can find: Jon Snow.

Female Robert Baratheon * Robarra was dauntless, a force of nature, the centre of any room she was in even at sixteen. She had a talent for making friends, despite her hot temper, which flared up fast and fierce but was forgotten just as quickly. She laughed loudly and often, making bawdy jests with the men without flinching, giving just as good as she got. So why was she crying? "I've been a fool," Ned's friend sat down on his bed, seemingly uncaring that she only wore a thin (but mercifully long) nightdress. "I made a stupid mistake and gods, everyone's going to be so angry. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Just a bit of fun," * As the bedding ceremony kicked off, Ned and Stannis locked eyes as the horde of eager men descended on a laughing Robarra, who was already loudly joining in on their bawdy jests and crude suggestions, and sat back down. "She's enjoying herself," Ned said with a shrug. Stannis had grimaced but seemed to agree. No doubt he didn't want to see his sister stripped naked, either. That wasn't the reason Ned hadn't joined them; he didn't particularly want to see his friend delivered to her marriage bed at all. * Ned knew that Robarra wanted him to stay in court after the wedding - she had told him as much - but ultimately there was no place for him here. Ned wasn't a knight, wasn't made for politics and found King's Landing rather suffocating; they were not children anymore, besides, and the Princess of Dragonstone could not be seen going out riding in the Kingswood or drinking in the city with a man who was not her husband.

When a game developer from modern-day Earth wakes in the body of Prince Aegon Targaryen, the long-forgotten third son of Baelon the Brave, he expects nothing more than a swift, bloody end in the shadows of his more famous brothers, Viserys and Daemon. But fate has other plans. Aegon remembers everything: dragons, fire, politics... and the unfinished class tree system he'd been coding at the time of his death. Somehow, it lives within him now, reborn in his soul. Each decision grants him access to traits and abilities no Targaryen has ever wielded; [Pyromancer], [Demon Knight], and secrets yet to be unlocked. As the Seven Kingdoms groan under the weight of scheming lords, rising dragons, and prophetic whispers of doom, Aegon walks a knife's edge, one foot in prophecy, the other in rebellion against fate itself. With a mind sharpened by two lifetimes and power drawn from beyond the known world, he'll either forge a new destiny for House Targaryen... or burn it all down. *** Rankings: 🥇#1 in hotd [06/4/26] 🥇#1 in asoiaf [30/3/26] 🥇#1 in litrpg [30/3/26] 🥇#1 in gameofthrones [31/3/26] 🥇#1 in asongoficeandfire [31/3/26]

After the kinslayer slayed our father, and my siblings had been taken to Essos- Robert turned his gaze to Dorne, where I the last Targaryen prince in Westeros was taken to be fostered. (A shocking turn of events despite Aerys hating the Dornishmen, but the Spider had convinced him to do so in order to strengthen the loyalty of Dorne to him, instead of our brother Rhaegar, who is married to Elia) He had given the Prince of Dorne an ultimatum, give me up or face the other kingdoms wrath- Doran gave in to him handing me over to the usurper, where I was taken as hostage in the castle that I once called home.

(𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐) When Robert Baratheon dies three days after the Trident, the realm does not mourn long. It cannot afford to. There is still a kingdom to run, a throne to fill, and a Lannister bride already promised. Roald Baratheon never wanted to be king. He wanted his brother alive. He wanted the Dornish match that had been arranged for him, the life that had been planned. Instead he gets a crown that doesn't fit, a council full of agendas, and a wife who looks at him like she is already calculating the distance to the exit. Cersei Lannister never wanted this husband. She wanted Jaime. She wanted the story she had written for herself since childhood. Instead she gets a man who is not Robert - not cruel, not drunk, not wandering - a man who comes to her door every night without fail and stays until morning, who builds glass houses in winter and calls it governance, who looks at her like she is the only interesting thing in a room full of interesting things. She finds this infuriating. She finds this, slowly and against every intention, something else entirely. This is the story of a marriage that neither of them chose, built year by year from argument and jealousy and five children and the quiet, stubborn faithfulness of a man who decided at the altar what he wanted and never once looked elsewhere - no matter how many ladies of the court arranged themselves in his path. The court whispers that the king never strays. Cersei already knows. She has the evidence every morning.

What if Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Tully had another son, one that was born albino, a wolf amongst their pack that was born without the colour in his fur. Arthur Stark - named for the last Sword of Morning - The Wolf Without Colours, was born not too long after Robb in the same way that all of his siblings were, pulled from their mother by Maester Luwin, but he stood out.

Set in the aftermath of the Targaryen downfall, Game of Thrones: Demon Dragon plunges Westeros into chaos once again. Decades after Robert's Rebellion, a mysterious young boy surfaces from the shadows: Philarys Targaryen, the hidden son of the Mad King. Unlike his forebears, Philarys is no ordinary dragonlord. Cursed by the Doom of Valyria, he is eternally young, his body locked in teenage form, his essence bound to a dragon more terrifying than any before: The Cannibal. As whispers of the "Demon Dragon" spread through the Seven Kingdoms, noble houses tremble. Philarys's emerald-green eyes and unkempt black hair become symbols of a rising storm. Though just a teenager, his charisma and cruelty ignite a rebellion. Allies and enemies alike vie for control as he stakes his claim to the Iron Throne-not just by fear, but by the ancient magic of dragons. In the shadow of past betrayals, old alliances fracture and new threats emerge. Demon Dragon is a saga of ambition, ancient curses, and a boy who will either reign or burn all of Westeros to ash.