Targaryen Stories

Men called him the Laughing Storm, and his shadow stretched long across the stone floors of Storm's End; yet even the greatest storm fades when the sun of the Dragon begins to rise. For at the high table sat the only person in the Seven Kingdoms who could silence his thunder with a whisper: his wife.

Prince Maekar Targaryen, a stern and dutiful fourth son of King Daeron II Targaryen, has always believed his life belongs to war, family, and duty-not love. Lady Maelora Velaryon, gentle, pious, and quietly strong, is everything he is not, yet she is the only person who can soften the iron in his heart. As they grow from childhood companions into something far deeper, the weight of their names, expectations, and destiny begins to threaten the fragile bond they have built. In a world of fire, power, and sacrifice, will their quiet love survive-or will duty tear them apart? Maekar Targaryen x OC!Velaryon All characters belong to George R.R. Martin except for my own characters in this story

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

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.

It was the natives who named Dragonstone, the Valyrians agreed out of convenience. There's a tale, all the children know of it, the tale of the lady of dragonstone. The widows call her a witch, the boys say she is a whore who sleeps with beasts, the girls say she's one of the children but everyone knows she's the lady of dragonstone. Her body is deep within the island, fused with the magic of the realm, the kind that keeps the wildings out. She wants the rubies back, she wants her crown back.

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

Visenya Targaryen, elder sister to the Mad King, steps into a world of power and peril. Her union with Tywin Lannister will change the fate of the Iron Throne

A girl who was hidden from her true house, culture, and family for her own safety. Naomi, a half Targaryen and Reid girl who was born in Dorne. Daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and Felia Reid, adopted daughter of Erin Bast, half sister of Jon Snow, and niece of Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen. Naomi's story begins now. *I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM THIS STORY EXCEPT FELIA, NAOMI, ERIN, AND SYRA THE REST BELONG TO GEORGE R. R. MARTIN!* *some characters, events, and places aren't in the show or books, I just made them up so don't sue me<3 white walkers do not exist in this book! also the book has spelling errors but I won't feel like fixing them* SPOILERS AHEAD! For Game of Throne Fans of course:) 9th in #houses - 5/19/21 13th in #lannister - 5/29/21 (it had other hashtags also but I forgot to put them in 😀) 6th on #tyrell - 6/24/21

Princess Mariela Targaryen - daughter of King Daeron the Good, Princess of Dragonstone, wife to both Prince Baelor Breakspear and Prince Maekar - stands at the heart of House Targaryen's fragile unity. In 209 AC, she arrives at Ashford Meadow with her husbands and sons for a tourney meant to celebrate chivalry. Instead, it reveals fractures.

Lyanna Bolton never expected to be chosen. When Prince Baelor Targaryen travels North seeking a Stark bride, it is not the carefully poised lady of Winterfell who captures his attention-but her blunt, unpolished lady-in-waiting. Thrust into a southern court that watches her with quiet suspicion, Lyanna must navigate politics, prejudice, and the weight of a name that was never meant to sit beside a crown. As years pass and a family is built from an unlikely match, Lyanna finds herself torn between the woman she was raised to be and the one she is becoming-caught between North and South, doubt and devotion, love and the fear of losing it. Because being chosen is one thing. Believing you deserve it is another.

She died once protecting her brother and returned to a new life with all her memories, power, and cunning intact. Alicent of House Hightower is no ordinary child. With emerald eyes threaded in gold and golden auburn hair, she charms nobles, wins the love of the common folk, and bends loyalty to her will. By seven, she is already shaping Oldtown and teaching the world that kindness can be a weapon. Behind every smile, every innocent question, lies a mind that reads hearts and schemes with precision. As the Targaryens falter and the Dance of Dragons looms, Alicent's every move changes the course of Westeros. Queens rise, Kings fall, but one girl will ensure history bends to her design. viserys x fem!oc x ? hotd x hp

Memento mori-remember that you must die, and remember too how fiercely you might live when given the knowledge of impending loss. In which Delphine Fossoway, who loved without restraint and lost without mercy, is granted an impossible second chance to rewrite the last year of her life. Valarr Taragryen x Fem!OC

"I am the only one left. I am a fraud. A bastard of the soul with nothing but a name to shield me." Aemma Targaryen has the wrong hair, no dragon, and a father who loves a ghost more than his children. She was raised to be a flower in the court of King Viserys-sweet, silent, and decorative. But when the game of thrones turns her brothers into monsters and her sister into a recluse, Aemma stops trying to be a flower. She realizes that in the Dance of the Dragons, you are either a player or a piece. And she is done being moved. Published: Feb14, 2026 Writer: @rhaecerys #1 in aemond #2 in hightower #2 in aemond x oc

When Jon Snow dies fighting the White Walkers, death is not the end, it is just a beginning. Reborn as Aenar Targaryen, son of King Viserys I, he enters a realm already poised on the edge of fracture. Crowned heir while still a child, Aenar grows amid courtly betrayal, a broken father, and a sister he swears to protect at any cost. As ancient memories stir and the cold stirs early in the North, the Seven Kingdoms face a reckoning long before their time. The Long Night remembers its enemy and he has returned.

Lyanna Tyrell, princess of Highgarden, was raised in comfort and light, her childhood seemingly untouched by fear. Yet since she was very young, she has been haunted by the same nightmare: a dragon tearing her from her home. On her eighteenth birthday, that dream begins to take form. Her father tells her she has been betrothed to Aerion Targaryen of House Targaryen, grandson of the King of Westeros, a man feared throughout the realm as Aerion the Monstrous for his cruelty and vile acts. Lyanna begs not to leave Highgarden or be bound to a monster, but her father is unmoved. This marriage, he insists, is her duty. A Tyrell joined to House Targaryen will secure their house's future. As Lyanna is forced toward a fate she dreads, she must face a truth she has feared since childhood: her nightmares were never just dreams-they were a warning. If you have any suggestions or any questions and just want to leave feedback please leave a comment!

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐀𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 nest . 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. "𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.." -𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜(✯◡✯) 𝒜ℯ𝑔ℴ𝓃 𝓍 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝒪𝒞

[Lucerys Velaryon x Rhaena Targaryen] Lucerys survives and he comes back to his family as a completely different person. Both physically and mentally speaking. May the Greens truly pray that the Seven will truly protect them.

When a mysterious silver-haired girl and her obsidian-scaled dragon wash ashore in the Hidden Cove, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III thinks he's found another soul as lost as his own. But Helaena Targaryen isn't just an outcast; she is a "Dreamer" from a world of iron thrones and ancient bloodlines, cast across the stars into a land of ice and Vikings. While Hiccup struggles to build a future for his wounded Night Fury, Helaena teaches him the terrifying beauty of the dragon-bond-a connection that goes deeper than saddles and stirrups. But the threads of fate are tightening. A monstrous shadow at the heart of the volcano is waking, and Helaena's prophetic riddles warn of a fire that could consume both their worlds. To save Berk, the boy who wouldn't kill a dragon and the princess who talks to the wind must unite their legacies. Together, they will face the Red Death and prove that a Viking's ingenuity and a Dragon-Blood's heart are the only weapons that can truly change the world. BEST RANKINGS: #2 hiccuphaddock #3 hotd #1 toothless #1 alternativeuniverse #1 hiccup HOTD x HTTYD

Two children born under the same moonlit night... one with fire in her lungs, the other with a whisper soft as fate itself. Raised in the shadows of a powerful realm, their destinies begin to diverge the moment they take their first breaths. In a world where prophecy stirs and ancient halls listen, only one carries the gift to change what is to come.

" En el año 110 después de la Conquista nació la princesa Visenya Targaryen, segunda en llegar al mundo y menor de los gemelos concebidos por el rey Viserys I y la reina Alicent Hightower. Aunque su hermano Aemond fue recibido con solemnidad, Visenya despertó en su padre una extraña ternura, pues sus facciones recordaban a las de Rhaenyra en su niñez. Mientras que para la corte era solo la princesa Visenya para Viserys se convirtió en un reflejo de los días más felices de su reinado. „