Gameofthrones Stories

After the death of a beloved queen, the Iron Throne demands a new alliance. What it receives instead is a woman who refuses to be shaped by it. Bound to a grieving king by duty rather than desire, a Hightower woman enters the Red Keep with no hunger for crowns, no patience for games, and no intention of becoming anyone's weapon. As the realm watches for ambition, she chooses restraint. As factions sharpen their knives, she steps quietly out of their reach. In a court built on fire and fear, love grows slowly-almost by accident-and a family is shaped by gentler hands than history remembers. But in a world where every silence is political and every choice echoes forward, even refusing to play may change the fate of dragons. Some queens are remembered for the wars they begin. Others-for the ones that never come. This is an AI generated story

Modern person is reborn as a Pokemon bird, bound to the little girl Rhaenys. He must protect his trainer and grow from a small spark into a great flame for the Long Night. No big game, just courage, small wins, and one stubborn bird guarding the child who named him Velmir.

"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.

The last leaves of autumn are drifting across Winterfell. Jon Arryn is dead, and King Robert rides North to Winterfell with the Lannisters in tow... ...just so in time for Artemis Green to find herself inexplicably transported to the harsh world of Westeros. Thrust into a world where honor breeds death and trust leads to betrayal, Artemis must balance her desire to save lives with the risk of changing too much, all while protecting her heart from those who could either be her greatest allies or her greatest weaknesses. [season one got - ] · updates every Wednesday and Saturday

What if Ned was a female? what if Rhaeger wasn't married to Elia Martell? what if Rhaeger takes interest in the Lady Wolf, Eddara Stark?

"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."

Fate made them, Fate will destroy them. Aerion Targaryen x Fem!oc

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.

When Jason awakens, he finds himself in the body of Theon Greyjoy, the ward and hostage of the North. Luckily, the great tale has not yet begun, and the royal family has not arrived at Winterfell. Just as Theon feels the crushing weight of the story ahead, a mysterious system awakens. Yet, upon judging the world's level as too low, it drains away all the gods and offers Theon nothing more than a novice's starter gift pack. With the fate of Westeros looming and only a beginner's gift in hand, Theon must decide how to use this strange advantage to survive-and perhaps change the course of history itself. Update rate: 3 Chap/ week. Tuesday, Friday, Sunday.

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.

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!

female Jon Snow

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?

Viserys and Daenerys weren't the only children to escape the rebellion. Their father's favorite Bastard child escaped with them. When Viserys tries to sell his sister to a powerful Dothraki Khal, he gets quite a shock when the Khal wants the Bastard Targaryen daughter instead.

Aemion Waters gets a duty from the king as Rhaenyra's sworn shield, and he accepts, I don't want to spoil it, but he has a plan to get somewhere in life, more than a guard at the brothel, where he was born and raised, I don't know really how to explain this, but I'll try to make this good, hopefully. I have the entire story in mind, but at the same time I'm adding and things change. I hope you enjoy.

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.

Alysenne Tyrell was known for being a sweet girl. One who was kind and delicate. A proper lady, shy, polite, timid and honorable. She was said to be loyal to the Queen as her ward. But... Was she really? Damion Lannister was fawned over by the ladies of the court. Seemingly unbothered by almost all things, he was a Lannister, through and through. Arrogant, self-centered, confident... And of course, rich. oc! tyrell x oc! lannister

Willa Frey's beauty has been heard of throughout all the Seven Kingdoms. Everyone wants her, especially Prince Joffrey. The problem? She is in love with Winterfell and it's heir. [ROBB STARK X OC] [SEASON ONE - ?] [AU] [COMPLETED]

The tale of Visenya Velaryon and Cregan Stark. Visenya Velaryon, young Princess of Dragonstone, is determined to prove herself worthy of her blood and protect her kin as the realm teeters on the edge of chaos. Far in the North, the young Lord of Winterfell- solemn, steadfast, and born to lead- grows into his destiny. Their paths collide once more, and the embers of an old bond flare hot amid rising shadows. But the Greens have seized Rhaenyra's throne, and war sweeps towards them like a storm, sparing neither the brave nor the beloved. As the realm burns and loyalties are tested, Visenya must confront the question that haunts all who bear the name Targaryen: When the coin is cast, will she rise to greatness... or fall to madness?

Sold off to the highest bidder by her brother, Amara Cantrell is forced to leave the place that she has called home all her life to head to the Sunspear ft. Oberyn Martell