Akotsk Stories

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!

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

IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel at the slums of Flea Bottom leaves King's Landing on a turnip cart, in hopes to make more coin at Ashford Meadow. She crosses paths with a hedge knight whose never experienced the touch of a woman. Not only was he the tallest man she's ever seen-but the first to ever show her what love truly is. She also catches the attention of a Targaryen prince, becoming his object of desire-and subject to his cruel ways of pleasure. ( A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction ) ( Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Commoner OC x Aerion Targaryen )

Deamyra was not raised to inherit power. She was raised to survive it. In a court where daughters are bargaining tools and affection is a liability, she understands one truth above all: safety is never given - it is secured. Valarr Targaryen is not the most charming of princes. He is not reckless. He is not easily swayed. But he is steady. In a world of unpredictable men and burning tempers, Valarr is restraint. Discipline. Protection forged in black steel. He does not promise romance - he promises order. And to Deamyra, order is worth more than poetry. She does not dream of fairy tales. She dreams of permanence. Of a place no one can remove her from. If becoming his wife means safety, she will become indispensable. If bearing his child means security, she will not hesitate. If loving him makes it easier to stay - she may allow herself that luxury. Because in the game of dragons, love is uncertain. But protection - protection can be chosen. And Deamyra has chosen.

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.

"𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒? 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆." 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 had been alive. ─────── 𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙤𝙘 𝗮 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 full summary inside started: february 11 2026 completed: february 25 2026 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒

Daeron Targaryen has always been Ellia Stark's dream ever since she met him.

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

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.

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫-𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝. The North does not kneel easily. And it certainly does not trust dragons. When a fragile peace demands a marriage between House Stark and House Targaryen, Aryssa Stark-the only daughter of Winterfell-is promised to Prince Baelor Targaryen, a man older than her, already a father, and everything the North has been raised to fear. Her brothers want him gone. The northern lords call him a threat in silk and silver. Some whisper that dragons only come north to conquer. But Baelor does not arrive with fire and blood. He arrives with patience. With quiet restraint. With a gaze that watches more than it speaks. And Aryssa-gentle where the North is harsh, warm where Winterfell is cold-begins to see the man beneath the dragon. In stolen conversations beside roaring hearths, in candlelit halls heavy with suspicion, in a castle where every glance is watched and every word weighed, something dangerous begins to grow between them. Something soft. Something impossible. Because the North remembers. And dragons do not forget. And if love dares to bloom between ice and fire- Winterfell may not survive it. 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐨𝐟𝐜

Baelor Targaryen x oc fanfiction It is a true slow burn (I hope) so patience, patience, patience xo *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

𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚁𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚛𝚊'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜-𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎? _____ Princess Rheanyra Targaryen is gentle, soft-spoken, and beloved by her father, Maekar, and her uncle Bealor, who have long dreamed of a future where she is safely wed and cherished. Yet her older brother, Prince Areion Targaryen, watches her with a fierce, unyielding devotion-proud, dangerous, and unashamedly in love with his sister in ways few dare understand. At the Ashford tourney, the world will see the Targaryens in full flame-and secrets, desires, and claims will ignite in ways no one expects. ---- I only claim the OC nyra everything else is OWNED by GRRM.

In the years after the Blackfyre Rebellion, when dragons lived only in memory and the realm stood fragile beneath the Targaryen crown, Princess Valena the bone eyed dreamer and daughter of Prince Maekar and Dyanna Dayne is sent north to outrun the visions that haunt her sleep. Hardened by winter, the old gods and the new, she returns south for the Tourney at Ashford Meadows, where prophecy, politics, and forgotten bonds are rekindled. But dragon dreams are seldom merciful, and some fires are not meant to be quenched. Valarr Targaryen x femOC

Maekar's wife has just discovered her husband has lost her babies...she is not happy

She was not the sort of Targaryen songs were written about. Born into a house of men and raised in the long shadow of fire, she learns early that her future is not hers to choose. When the path before her narrows, she makes her decision. She trades her name, her face, and her place to escape a fate she cannot endure.

Bound by blood, torn by desire, two Targaryen brothers risk everything for a love that cannot exist. Secrets will be kept, hearts will burn, and from their forbidden union, a daughter will rise-one who will carry the fire of her lineage and the shadow of her parents' sins. In a realm of dragons and duty, some flames cannot be extinguished

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

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

❛ she knew what she wanted, she knew how she wanted it, and so she took it. not violently, but quietly, calmly. ❜ [AKOTSK] [LYONEL BARATHEON/OC]