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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.

She is a musician with calloused fingers and a lute that never leaves her side, playing for coins in inns, taverns, and crowded streets. The world above her is full of fire and gold, but she knows only the rhythm of survival... until a single note changes everything. 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC ©MONZIEE 2026. #1 got #1 targaryen

Persecuted by witches and warlocks, Khal Drogo is reborn after being possessed by a soul from another world-one well-versed in A Song of Ice and Fire. Together with Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons, and newly hatched dragonlings, he emerges from the funeral pyre. From that moment on, the king who once ruled from horseback now soars upon the back of a dragon. The Free Cities, the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, the Wall, the Lands of Always Winter, the continent of Essos... all fall beneath his feet. He is the Father of Dragons. He sees the past and the future. His children can burn all that stands in their way. He commands you to kneel and witness the might of the dragons!

Artorias....the abysswalker is no more. Slain in battle by the chosen undead. His soul remained in stagnation caught between the void of nothingness and beyond, and with the world that desperately held onto his aged corrupted soul.... Remaining stagnant for long enough Artorias awoken himself in the gap between a second life-a rebirth into the cursed lands and city of Anor Lando and the expanse of nothingness. Searching deeper ever deeper, Artoiras found not a soul nor purpose remaining in this space, so he simply slept in peace after an untold tortuous circle with the entity that currpoted his mind, body and being...he dreamt kf his dear friend and partner...Sef, his good little boy.... ....he wished only to hold in his arms one last time...to say he truly loved his dear partner. "Sef..." Yet it seemed fate was cruel...or possibly kind to him? As he found a calling on his being from another direction, accompanied by a blinding figure made of flames....it reminded him of.....his lost lord "Artorias, you have been chosen....I send you to protect a special child...one of fire and blood." Its words pierced the gap of his fractured consciousness, bringing him hope as he found a hand reach for him through blurry vision. "May you thrive or die, you will guard them with your life.....now awaken Artorias-‽¡‽. You are reborn" //_________________________________// This will be inspired by the series and may take some importation from the books that I find and/or when needed. Also, I will be continuing this as I watch the series, so please leave suggestions or comments as I'd like to hear from you all

70 years after Daenarys Targaryen... twin Targaryens, Aemon and Rhaenys endure their chains in the shadowed city of Asshai. Shaped by blood, magic, and hatred, they carry within them dreams of fire and domination that the world sought to smother. When Aemon's visions foretell a future drowned in ash, and Rhaenys refuses to remain a living relic, the ruins of Valyria begin to stir once more. What rises from the flames is not merely an empire, but a true choice capable of breaking the wheel. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Hi! I really hope you will enjoy my fanfiction. Feel free to comment and share. I means A LOT!! 💕 - Chapters every Sunday

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄. Dyanna Targaryen thought otherwise. She had been plagued by the shadows of the dead for as long as she'd been alive. "𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒? 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆." 🏰🌞🌳 [full summary inside] [ser duncan the tall x female!oc] [a knight of the seven kingdoms] [content warnings: violence, swearing, usual got themes, 15+]

Percy Jackson is dead. He lived his life to a ripe old age, watching the world go by, and the next generation of demigods live out their days in peace and harmony after the turmoil his generation went through. He raised a family, watched over them until his last breath and passed peacefully, ready for the afterlife. If only things were that simple. In Percy's case, they never are. Reborn in a new world vastly different from his own, Percy has to choose his fate, and the fate of those around him in a dangerous game of war and politics. Through all of that, something dangerous stirs in the darkness, slowly marching to destroy everything that Percy holds dear, in both worlds.

The story will take place across the three films. Thirteen dwarves, a wizard, a halfling, and a mysterious warrior set out on an adventure. 1. An Unexpected Journey (in progress) 2. The Desolation of Smaug 3. The Battle of the Five Armies All rights belong to Tolkien, Peter Jackson, and George R. R. Martin. Only the characters Dracarys and Darys are mine.

In the kingdom of Silverwyn, no House holds power for long, and loyalty shifts as easily as banners in the wind. Among the Seven Great Houses, Ysabella Lythwyn of Moonmere stands out-fair of face, sharp of mind, and trained in both sword and strategy. But when the Raven-marked House Ravenshade rises in rebellion against the shadowed and corrupt House Duskryn, Ysabella's family is forced to choose Amid whispers of betrayal, her path crosses with a knight whose loyalty -and heart- will test everything she believes about duty, family, and love. In a land of shifting loyalties, forbidden desires, and secrets older than the crown, Ysabella will learn that surviving Silverwyn requires more than strength,it demands cunning, courage, and a heart unafraid to step into the shadows.

skye gets hurt and chase helps her

What if Rhaenyra and Laenor had a daughter ? Daenys Velaryon is the second born child of Rhaenyra and Leanor . She is the only of the Velaryon children to be a true born Velaryon . [ Aemond Targaryen x OC Velaryon] It's kind a of a Enemies to lovers to lovers to Enemies .....

I caressed my belly tenderly as the screams of my stepmother echoed through the halls of the Red Keep. My mother's ladies fluttered around me in concern. They worried for me. Why would they not? After all, my muña had suffered greatly under the weight of pregnancy and had died in childbirth. No. Not died. Murdered. My father had allowed those grey rats to cut her open for a boy who died overnight. Rage fills me every time I remember that my muña died butchered like an animal. I will never forgive him. Nor will I ever forgive Alicent. That whore slipped under my father's sheets while my muña's ashes were still warm. She goes around acting all pious and haughty, even going as far as to scold me for my unladylike behavior. But whoring herself to the King is acceptable? Alicent is but the daughter of a second son, from a minor house at that. She was my maid, the one who dressed me and cleaned my privy. There is no way in the Fourteen Hells that I will bow to her. Much less call her queen.

❝ hard odds to beat when you're on all fours good men die too, so I'd rather be with you ❞ MEET MY OC'S WITH OR WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!! ©️ B6LENCIAGA

Clarice cleared her throat. "I can't reach my feet," she said simply. Aerion stared at her. He looked at her feet, then at her face. His expression flickered between irritation, disgust, and then something else. Something swift and sharp and much too vulnerable that he buried before it could settle into features. Aerion let out a short, humorless breath. "Pathetic," He dropped to one knee.

"All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, sweet dream was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War" - the Great War , Taylor swift FEM!OC x MALE! OC FEM! OC x FEM! OC HOTD S1+ FIRST POV (except for the prologue)

Luke is gone. Jaehaerys is dead. The Dance has begun in earnest. But the Old Gods and the New have no say when the magic of Old Valyria awakens to show the Targaryens the fruit of their hatred. In a chamber frozen in time, the two sides of the civil war must watch the extinction of their house.

«We are Fire and Blood. Our dreams come true. We are Targaryens, of the blood of dragon.» Returning of the mighty house to the Seven Kingdoms again. The Second Conquest.

This book is contains famous quotes, dialogues and sayings of different characters from every seasons in Game Of Thrones. Enjoy. XO

Princess Maella Targaryen, eldest daughter of Crown Prince Baelor, arrives at a grand tourney beside her father with the practiced poise of a woman raised beneath banners and expectation. Yet the lists awaken more than courtly duties. Among the crowd she encounters Lyonel Baratheon, the man she loved winters ago, whose laughter and stubborn warmth stir feelings she had carefully buried beneath silk and silence. Their reunion is tender and dangerous-haunted by time, pride, and the knowledge that love once lost is never simple when found again. As Maella navigates the bright chaos of the tourney, she finds herself pulled in another direction by her cousin Aerion, whose sharp devotion and possessive affection promise protection and peril in equal measure. Aerion's interest flatters the court and threatens to confine her, offering certainty at the cost of breath. Between Lyonel's familiar fire and Aerion's consuming regard, Maella stands at the center of a quiet storm, torn between the past that shaped her and the future being chosen for her. It is then that she meets Ser Dunk, a hedge knight of plain speech and unassuming honor, whose presence cuts through the glitter and intrigue like clean air. Dunk does not court her favor nor fear her name; he speaks to her as a person rather than a prize. Through him, Maella glimpses a wider world-one not ruled solely by bloodlines and bargains, but by kindness, courage, and choice. The tourney becomes a turning point, not for crowns or victories, but for Maella herself, as she begins to understand that love, like loyalty, may take many forms-and that the truest freedom lies in seeing the world as it is, and deciding who she wishes to be within it.

From memories and stories collected by Grand Maester Samuel Tarly THE ARCANE QUEEN