Houseofthedragon Stories

For My Queen A Khal Drogo Self-Insert When Marcus Johnson died, he expected darkness. Instead, he woke up in the body of Khal Drogo moments before meeting Daenerys Targaryen. Then a blue screen appeared. [MAKE MY WIFE QUEEN SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Primary Objective: Place Daenerys Targaryen upon the Iron Throne. Failure Penalty: Death. Armed with knowledge of the future, all of Khal Drogo's memories, and a System dedicated to turning Daenerys into the greatest ruler in Westerosi history, Marcus refuses to let canon play out. No dead khal. No dead son. No wandering the Red Waste. No madness. No burning King's Landing. This time, Daenerys Targaryen will not stand alone. Together, they will unite the Dothraki, conquer Essos, hatch dragons, defeat the Long Night, and build a realm unlike anything the world has ever seen. A realm where dragons soar freely. A realm where magic returns. A realm where peace endures. After all, Marcus only has one mission: Make his wife queen. And he intends to complete it. ⸻ SI/Khal Drogo Daenerys Targaryen x Khal Drogo System Kingdom Building Fix-It Family Focused Dragon Riders Golden Age AU No Mad Queen Daenerys

■□𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 What if Aemond Targaryen had a daughter? ❥"𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛." . . 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜⚠️ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝑶𝑪, 𝑨𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏. ➣𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙂𝙍𝙍𝙈 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙃𝘽𝙊

═══════════════ 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓻. ═══════════════ ⟹house of the dragon fanfiction ⟹𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄，aemond targaryen x oc

ROSE THORN ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏʀɴꜱ ꕥ ✦ ╮ everyone underestimated her, thought her just a pretty face, a silly princess. they never realised she was a dragon, a rose full of thorns. but when the dragons dance and the fire takes what was once born of it, her name will be a roar they'll never forget. │ │ ╰───────────────🥀 ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏꜱ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ ᴏᴄ ᴀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ @ᴀɴɴᴀᴊᴏꜱᴇꜰꜰ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʀʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ @ʟ_ᴛ_ɴᴏᴠ

"I bend the knee to you sister... I swear fealty to you; before your family, before your people, before the seven kingdoms." "Why?" Rhaenyra dreaded his words, dreaded the sight of him. Baptised in the red of her guard's blood. "Give her to me." Aemond breathed. "I want Laenora." In which Laenora Velaryon finds herself betrothed to her Uncle Aemond by a dead king's word, all the while Prince Aegon chases her tail. *** Aemond Targaryen x Fem OC (with hints of Aegon Targaryen) All rights reserved 2023-2024. I do not own any characters in this story with the exception of Laenora Velaryon. I do not own any storylines except for those of which revolving around Laenora. Permission needed for translations.

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.

The Last Flame of Valyria By: Mother Melanin For nearly two centuries, the world has mourned the fall of Valyria. The Dragonlords are dead. The Freehold is ashes. And House Targaryen stands as the last remnant of a forgotten empire. At least, that's what history says. History is wrong. Hidden behind ancient sorcery and protected by the fires of the Fourteen Flames, House Zorvaxys has spent generations rebuilding what the Doom destroyed. Their dragons number in the hundreds. Their magic is older than kingdoms. Their wealth rivals empires. And their spies watch every corner of the known world. Now the heir to New Valyria has come of age. Prince Malek Zorvaxys. Dragon rider. Warlock. Future Emperor. The Last Flame of Valyria. Tall, powerful, and covered in ancient runic tattoos that glow with forgotten magic, Malek has spent his life preparing to inherit the greatest secret in the world. But when his father sends him to Westeros during the reign of King Viserys Targaryen, he finds a realm divided by ambition, dragons, and prophecy. And he finds Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen. As old rivalries awaken, ancient powers stir, and the shadow of civil war begins to loom over the Seven Kingdoms, Malek must decide what kind of ruler he wants to become. Will he restore the glory of Old Valyria? Will he forge a new empire? Or will he burn alongside the world his ancestors abandoned? Because when the dragons of New Valyria finally reveal themselves... The world will never be the same. ⸻ "The age of dragons never ended. It was merely waiting." 🔥🐉👑

ON HOLD UNTIL SEASON 3 🚨 UNDER EDITING❗❗❗❗ One night is all it took for Rhea Royce and Daemon to conceive Daena. And one other night for Rhea to happily hand Daena to Daemon. Now fifteen years later and Daena is the spitting image of her father, so how will she react when the King wishes to marry her even if a certain Hightower boy caught her attention. Gawyne Hightower × fem oc All rights go to HBO, I do not own the characters of this book only Daena and her storyline

🥇in daemontargaryen 30.8.2023 🥉in danceofthedragons 30.8.2023 Miracle; something unexpected, even otherworldly, that might just change the future. What would happen, if a rogue prince and a dragon would "accidentally" fly into old Valyria? What would happen, if they didn't return alone? ... This is my own work, plagiarism is not by any means allowed. Updates as quickly as I can!

Aemond Targaryen fanfic

She died in the Battle of Hogwarts saving the two people she loved most. Death should have claimed her then. Instead, it opened another door. Reborn as Alicent Hightower years before the Dance of the Dragons, Asteria Black awakens in the Red Keep with memories that do not belong in this world - memories of war, prophecy, and the terrible cost of loving a hero destined to save everyone except himself. This time, she refuses to become another pawn. Not for her father. Not for the crown. Not for the realm. As King Viserys I Targaryen grows drawn to the strange new sharpness behind Alicent's eyes, and Prince Daemon Targaryen begins to notice the danger hidden beneath her quiet composure, Alicent realizes Westeros is no different from the world she left behind. Power devours the young. Men call slaughter destiny. And children are always the ones left bleeding for their ambitions. But death preserved more than her memories. Magic still lingers beneath her skin. Silver light answers her fear. And somewhere beyond this life, a boy she once loved may be searching for her too. The gods gave Alicent Hightower a second life. The realm may come to regret it. ━━━ "Death did not release her. It merely opened another door."

Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen died drinking wildfire, believing it was the only way he could become the dragon he was destined to be and finally shed the fleshy body that held his stolen divinity. Great was his shock when he opened his eyes again, his throat still burning and the sensation of fire consuming his organs, in the arms of the woman who had heard so many stories: Rhaenyra Targaryen. "My little Aerion," she had called him. And Aerion understood that this was a second chance granted by the Gods. If he eliminated the rot that had tried to seize the Throne, perhaps the dragons would be saved, and he would finally achieve the glory he so longed for. For that, he had to choose a side, a simple task for him. "I'd rather drown in the bathtub than be in the same place as that whore Hightower," he had said, disgusted and filled with raw, unadulterated hatred. Thus, Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen's loyalty had been decided. Aerion would swear fealty to Rhaenyra. Or rather, to Jacaerys Velaryon. But who would have thought that a mere weak Heir could have control over a monster like Aerion? HOTD x AKOTSK

This is the story of Princess Eiraella Targaryen, a princess of the blood born into the glory and danger of House Targaryen. She is the daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and his beloved queen, Aemma Arryn, and the twin sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. While her sister is destined to rule and claim dragons as her birthright, Eiraella walks a different path. In a dynasty defined by fire and blood, she remains dragonless-an unusual fate for a Targaryen princess. Yet what she lacks in flame, she makes up for in intellect, resolve, and quiet strength. Set within the splendor and intrigue of the royal court, her story unfolds in the shadow of the Iron Throne. As the youngest member of the Small Council, Eiraella must navigate the dangerous politics of the Red Keep, where loyalty is fragile and ambition burns hotter than dragonfire. Surrounded by powerful lords, shifting alliances, and the ever-present weight of her family's legacy, she must prove that power does not come only from dragons-but from wisdom, courage, and an unyielding will. This is the tale of a princess without a dragon, striving to find her place in the House of the Dragon. 🔥🐉🔥 So far only Princess Eiraella is my own creation; all other characters and much of the world remain as portrayed in House of the Dragon. The story follows the main plot of the series, though certain events and details have been reimagined to weave her journey seamlessly into the unfolding drama. As this is my first fanfiction-and English is not my first language-there may be mistakes along the way. Still, this story is written with passion and admiration for the world of fire and blood, and I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed creating it. 🔥🐉🔥 A tale of fire and blood set upon parchment, where dragons stir and wolves remember... 🥚Story journey: started 07.02.2025 / ended 10.06.2026🔥

༻| 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈 |༺ ❝𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲.❞- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦-𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯. When fate intervenes and entwines the bastard spare daughter of Rhaenys Targaryen with the Rogue Prince. 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐯𝐲𝐬 (𝐎𝐂) | 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏| ── •✧• ── ⋆⋅༻✦༺⋅⋆ ── •✧• ── 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 [𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ~ ] ©ixfixite_ | 2024

"Our ancestors Lord Oscar Tully and Princess Elaena Velaryon were so in love with one another, that Elaena told him if he died in war, she would follow him." Catelyn Stark told her daughters. Sansa gasped. "We are related to a princess?" "Yes, Elaena was the only living daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen." Catelyn laughed. Oscar Tully x oc House of the dragon

"A Targaryen alone in the world, is a terrible thing." Valaena Targaryen was born with one purpose, to do the impossible and dispel the vile rumors that her brothers are bastards, allowing them to take the title of Heir after their mother Rhaenyra Targaryen, and father Laenor Velaryon. Only when her egg fails to hatch in the cradle, her Targaryen features aren't enough to save her from her mother's quiet disdain and the treasonous rumors circling court. So when Lucerys's actions and Aemond's betrayal lead to an unforeseen punishment demanded by Queen Alicent, Val is forced to bear the brunt of it due to their mother, Heir to the Iron Throne, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen's favoritism. Banished from Westeros, Val embarks on a decade-long journey where she has nothing but time to plot her return to the Seven Kingdoms. This will also be available on Ao3.

"All the things she said, all the things she said Running through my head, running through my head All the things she said This is not enough "

The second child of King Viserys and Queen Alicent. For some reason, she was seen as a plague, a disgusting swine, even though she never did anything wrong in her youth, due to many problems, including her brothers and sisters, and parents who didn't care. She went down a dark path of Lust and heartlessness, fun. Till she was informed of something that would change her life.⠀⠀ Ratings: Rated R ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⢳⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⣄⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⡎⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣧⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣄⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢀⣿⡆⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⣼⣿⣿⡄ ⠀⢰⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣼⣿⣿⣿⣧ ⠀⣿⡀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠀⣿⣷⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⠃⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⡄⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇ ⢳⣌⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀ ⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⠋⣠⠀ ⠀⠈⢻

Princess Alyssanne Velaryon was born in the year 116 AC, moments after her twin brother Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. Her dragon egg didn't hatch in her cradle. When her name was revealed many say it angered Queen Alicent that a girl who she viewed as illegitimate had the name of the good Queen.

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