Gameofthrones Stories

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

Fire and blood. Uncle and niece. Two dragons, bound by desire and shared blood. Daemon Targaryen × feminine

"And among the fallen she walks the frozen earth, neither wholly of man nor wholly of heaven, her steps guided by vengeance and hatred, and no one can claim her allegiance."

"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.

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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.

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.

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.

Reborn as the second son of Eddard of House Stark, Cregan Stark shall awaken to the reality of his new life at a great cost. A child trapped in a world headed toward a disaster of politics, war, and death. He must act and yet must do it with caution. For winter is Coming. And the lone wolf dies, while only the Pack survives.

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.

💫▐ ˚. ☾ 𝖍𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝖋𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝖘𝔱𝔞𝔯﹆ ⤷ ❛ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. ❜ ✎ᝰ 𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 the love child of brandon stark and ashara dayne changes everything and yet nothing at all in this game of thrones.◞ ❪ m!stark-dayne!oc x various. ❫ ❪ no endgame pairing decided yet. ❫ ❪ asoiaf / game of thrones. ❫ ❪ au, non-canon compliant. ❫ ❪ @ fireflwr, 2025. ❫

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?

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?

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.

She was never meant to matter. But fire remembers its own. In the smoky alleys of King's Landing, where secrets are sold for copper and names mean less than silence, lives a silver-haired girl who never belonged. Serenya Flowers-raised behind a spice shop by a broken man with a knight's past-has no title, no house, and no place in a world ruled by blood and banners. But dragons don't care for names. They remember what burns. When Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen calls upon the forgotten bastards of dragonseed, Serenya hears more than a summons-she hears a whisper in her bones, a pull older than memory. With a blade wrapped in shame and a ring etched with fading dragons, she steps into a legacy that might devour her... or crown her. In a city poised to burn, where loyalties are sold and truths buried deep, one girl of smoke and stubbornness dares to ask the question no one wants to answer: What if the fire never died?

The family of Visenya Targaryen have been summoned to watch her life after she died. They watch as she goes through Middle Earth as part of a Fellowship to defeat this evil ring and its master, but also may find love in the end. They argue, agree and laugh at the scenes played before them and watch as the one they knew as Lyarra Snow, becomes a hero in another world. I do not own Game Of Thrones or Lord Of The Rings!!!! This will also include 'clips'/scenes from my story 'The Song Of Dragons and Magic Rings' as well Eomer x Visenya

Rhaya was the firstborn of Daemon Targaryen from his first disaster marriage with Rhea Royce, but the Rouge Prince never truly considered as such-not when she was the daughter of his "Bronze Bitch." A child he did not wish to have. Not with her. Even after the mysterious death of his wife, the Rouge Prince did not bother welcoming his daughter into his arms; instead, he wedded Laena Velaryon and moved out of the country to live in Pentos. Rhaya had no choice but to stay in Runestone with her cousin, Ser Gerold. His daughter hoped that he would one day send a raven to the Vale-an invitation to Pentos, an apology for never being present in her life-even a simple hello would've sufficed. But he never did. The realm took pity on the girl, naming her "the Forgotten Princess," but as she grew older into a beautiful, confident young woman, she was later known as "the Bronze Beauty." Daemon may have forgotten the value of his first daughter-but the Hightowers did not.

❝I will not share the fate of my aunt, nor will I share my mother's.❞ 「JON SNOW X MARTELL OC」 「Game of Thrones Seasons 5 to 8」 dundarrion© 2018

House Grey is a young Northern noble house, founded under heavy shadow and heavier silence. Its lords trace their blood through Eddard Stark of Winterfell, but its origins lie in scandal, sacrifice, and exile. The house was established when Jon Snow - revealed to be the son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen - was spared execution by King Robert, on the condition that he be forever removed from southern politics and pose no threat to the Iron Throne. To ensure Jon's loyalty and bury his lineage, Eddard Stark granted him land in the harsh northern Gift and wed him to his daughter Sansa Stark in a politically fraught, sorrow-burdened match. Though the arrangement was dressed in honor, all in the North understood it for what it was: a burial disguised as a gift. Thus arose House Grey, named for the bleak landscape of their new domain, the direwolf of their sigil, and the color of the life they were condemned to live - neither black with dishonor nor white with safety, but caught forever in the cold middle ground. The Grey sigil - a white direwolf on a grey field - is a somber echo of the Stark banner, a quiet declaration that even cast out, the founders carried Winterfell's blood and values into exile. Their house words, "Stark, Still," serve both as defiance and confession: they remain Starks at heart, unbroken by distance, disgrace, or snowbound isolation. Their seat, Ned's Gift, is a once-ruined holdfast carved into livable form through labor, stubbornness, and necessity. It stands on the edge of the world, where men look toward the Wall and remember how thin the line is between survival and loss. In time, House Grey becomes known in the North as: "The Quiet Wolves." "The Still Wolves of the Gift." "The Exiled Starks." Yet their loyalty to the North proves unwavering, their endurance remarkable. Out of a sentence meant to erase them, Jon and Sansa Grey build a home - not one of splendor or ambition, but of resilience, duty, and a love born from hardship.

Prince Daemon Targaryen despised his first wife, the Lady Rhea Royce. The union had been forced upon him, and he had all but been dragged to the altar. Yet from the miserable marriage came a son born with the blood of Old Valyria and the strength of the First Men. Male!OC x Rhaenyra Targaryen