Targaryen Stories

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.

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

She comes like rain, soft and gentle, upon his cheeks. The taste of summer snow and enduring love, like a declaration of war upon fate. ⸻ ( daemon targaryen ) ( house of the dragon ) • 2022 ( rewrite in progress )

"Am I my father's daughter-or something better?" Exiled as a girl. Forged as a dragon. Valora Royce Targaryen is coming home. #1 - RheaRoyce (6/13/25) #1 - Vale (6/25/25) #1 - Game of Thrones (6/27/25) #1 - Royce (6/28/25) #1 - Jacaerys (6/29/25) #1 - Targaryen (6/30/25) #1 - House of the Dragon (7/8/25) #1 - Daemon (8/6/25) #1 - Aegon (8/12/25) #1 - Alternate Universe (8/20/25) #1 - Rhaenyra Targaryen (8/20/25) #1 - Dragon Princess (8/30/25) #1 - Aemond Targaryen (10/8/25) #1 - Runestone (10/12/25) #1 - Eyrie (10/12/25) #1 - Thrill (3/30/26) #1 - Game of Thrones (4/1/26) [ targaryen oc / against the realm ] © 2025 aemswp

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

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.

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!

"i would rather throw myself out of the tallest tower in the redkeep rather than marrying such a man!" The last forgotten Targaryen is not executed-she is claimed. Given to Jaime Lannister, the man who killed her father, Ravaena is forced into a marriage built on blood, betrayal, and watching eyes. But she is still a dragon. And dragons were never meant to kneel. #1 - Daenerys Targaryen (4/1/26) [ male lannister / fem targaryen oc ] © 2025 aemswp

What if there was a third brother? What if there was third Prince from House Targaryen? Son of Prince Baelon Targaryen and Princess Alyssa Targaryen. Rider of Aegarax son of Black Dread

Myrielle Lannister jamás imaginó enamorarse de un Targaryen, para ella, eran solo unos incestuosos locos y dementes con coronas. Pero cuando escuchó sobre el Príncipe Valarr, atrapado en un matrimonio sin fruto, una obsesión nació en su mente, no el amor, sino la conquista del trofeo perfecto. Sin embargo, la realidad suele ser más sucia que los sueños dorados. Su primer encuentro no fue en un baile, sino en un choque brutal que la dejó sentada en un charco de lodo, con el vestido arruinado y la dignidad hecha añicos. En ese instante de fría y embarrosa humillación, toda la idealización infantil que había construido se desmoronó. ──── ୨୧ ──── -Bueno, retiro lo dicho, Príncipe estúpido, ni siquiera sabía quién era. ──── ୨୧ ──── -¿Acaso no eran lo suficientemente buenos para la delicada lady de Roca Casterly?

Takes place when Daenerys and Jon are arriving at Winterfell... S8 was a mess made by D&D, we saw they're not capable of writing the story Jonerys deserved, so I will... Jon from season 8 wasn't really Jon he was his stupid twin, who didn't know what he was doing, the real Jon is smarter and more cunning, dare I say more ambitious, so that's the Jon I want for my story. Jon accepts his heritage as a Targaryen after truths seen with his own eyes, his love for Daenerys shouldn't be, but for more that tries, he can't stay away from her. Now more than ever he knows who he is, his name is Jaehaerys Targaryen and he won't rest until house Targaryen rises from the ashes to claim what's rightfully theirs with fire and blood. This is the rise of the Targaryens... All rights to the rightful GOT and ASOIAF owners.

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.

Baelor Targaryen x oc fanfiction In the shadow of duty, Maria Tyrell and Prince Baelor Targaryen find in one another the one thing neither was meant to have: freedom. Between courtly duty, family expectation, and the aching need to be truly seen, their bond becomes both their greatest comfort and their deepest wound. *Story begins roughly around 199 AC (10 years before the Ashford tourney) *The story is loosly based on G.R.R Martin's characters and world as well as AKOTSK series. If you're looking for accuracy with the source material etc. I'm afraid you won't find it unfortunatelly. Still, I hope you enjoy xo

Aenys and Maegor Targaryen were not Aegon Targaryen's only two sons. He had another son, older than Aenys. This son, however, did not wish to rule Westeros. He wanted to travel the world. So, he established a law: should it be broken, his descendants would reclaim the throne, and no one could stop them. Nearly 200 centuries later, the time had come. 🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉 Disclaimer: I do not own HotD, Fire and Blood or A Song of Ice and Fire. All characters and credits for those go to George R.R. Martin. I only own my OC's and their storyline. Pictures used are not mine. Found them on Google/Pinterest

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.

In a realm where dragons are long dead and only their bones remember what once was, Prince Aerion Targaryen has grown too bright for his own good. Sharp-tongued, unbending and restless beneath the weight of a fading dynasty, Aerion has learned to wield cruelty the way other men wield steel. Court fears him. His father restrains him. The realm waits for him to either rise.. or ruin himself. Far from the gilded halls of King's Landing, House Gartimor of the Wolfswood guards older blood and older rumors. They are called beasts in silk-lined courts, whispered of as skinchangers and savages. Their daughter, Mineria, was raised not for embroidery but for endurance. She knows the bite of cold and the feel of a sword hilt in her palm. Between frost and flame, beneath watchful skulls and colder stars, two stubborn natures are forced into proximity neither sought and neither can easily escape. And when politics binds dragon to wolf, it is meant to be alliance.. It becomes something far more dangerous. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Art/moodbars etc for this story, here; Instagram: @coconcussion

WIDOW ⤷ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴. updating weekly. @HEAVYF0CUS

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.

Prince Valarr Targaryen, eldest son of Baelor Targaryen, was born to inherit more than a name-he was born to inherit expectation. Quiet, disciplined, and solemn beyond his years, Valarr carries the weight of legacy with steady grace. Smaller and finer-boned than his father yet bearing the same unshakable honor, he has always understood that duty comes before desire, and the realm before the self. Princess Valaena Targaryen, the only daughter of Baelor and Jena Dondarrion, is the light of the court-radiant, warm, and beloved. With violet eyes, pale skin, and dark hair streaked with platinum gold, she embodies the beauty of Old Valyria, yet it is her kindness that truly captivates. Gentle yet quietly resilient, she brings laughter to stone halls and softness to hardened hearts. From the moment she was born, Valarr has been her shield, and Valaena his heart. Bound by loss after their mother's passing, the siblings grow inseparable-his solemn strength balancing her bright spirit. She believes without question that her brother will always protect her. He believes without hesitation that she is worth protecting at any cost. But as they grow older beneath the banners of House Targaryen, the world begins to close in. The Iron Throne demands sacrifice. Alliances must be forged. Marriages must be arranged. And heirs cannot afford weakness-least of all affection that may be seen as such. In a realm ruled by fire and blood, where legacy is heavier than love, will the bond between the heir and the princess remain unbreakable? Or will the very crown Valarr is destined to wear demand a price too great for even a dragon's heart to bear? Valarr Targaryen x Princess Valaena Targaryen All characters belong to George R. R. Martin except for original elements created in this story.

The blood of the wolf, though quiet, was loyal, courageous, and most importantly honourable. Lyarra Stark, however, had grown away from the protective walls of Winterfell. Residing with her mother's family in the warm confines of Ashford Hall left Lyarra feeling disconnected from her heritage; a wolf with no bite. When a tourney for her cousin's thirteenth nameday brings half the realm to her doorstep, Lyarra wants to run. Her anxious disposition leaves her feeling dread at the mere thought of thousands of strangers walking the halls of her home. Yet when green eyes meet the captivating blue and brown eyes of Valarr Targaryen, Lyarra feels her bite come back. When faced with the blood of the dragon, Lyarra cannot help but balance fire with ice.