Daemon Stories

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 )

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.

Daena Targaryen was born into a world of chaos and violence. Her mother, Princess Rhaenyra, fought for the Iron Throne against her half-brother, Aegon II, in a bloody civil war that tore the Seven Kingdoms apart. But when Daena was just a day old, she was abducted from her mother's chambers and disappeared without a trace. Years passed, and Daena was presumed dead, but she had survived. Raised in secret, she became known as Celine Stark, the bastard daughter of Lord Cregan Stark, and grew up with the fierce resilience and fighting skills of a true warrior. When King Viserys announces a tournament to celebrate the name day of Princess Rhaenyra's third child, Celine sees it as an opportunity to test her abilities. But as she competes in the tournament, she finds herself drawn into a web of intrigue and danger that threatens to reveal her true identity and destroy everything she has worked for. As the secrets of her past are revealed, Celine must navigate the treacherous political path of the Seven Kingdoms and confront her own destiny. Will Celine be able to overcome the obstacles in her path and seize her destiny as a Targaryen? Or will she be consumed by the dark forces that seek to destroy her? Find out in this epic tale of adventure, betrayal, and redemption set in the world of Westeros.

"From my blood comes the prince that was promised, and his will be the song of Ice and Fire." In a world where the house of the dragon doesn't break because the throne. In a world where the gods bless or curse the house of the dragon with a girl who will not break. Even with Ice and Fire.

Rhaenyra targaryen, the rightful queen of the seven kingdoms, her father's chosen heir. She was killed by her half-brother, the usurper. But what happens when the gods decide to send her back in time, where it all began. Will she be able to prevent the dance of the dragons? or will history repeat itself?

"I shall carve a kingdom from these reefs, but I would forfeit it all for a single hour in the shadow of your wings." In the gilded cage of the Red Keep, you are the King's youngest daughter a Princess of House Targaryen, expected to be a silent jewel in your father's court. While your sister Rhaenyra is the Realm's Delight, you have always been the enigma, a girl of silver hair and quiet grace who hides a furnace of ambition behind a polite smile. But the "Quiet Princess" has a secret that would set the Seven Kingdoms ablaze. While your father, King Viserys, seeks to maintain a fragile peace, and your sister remains blind to the rising shadows in the palace, your heart has already crossed the Narrow Sea. Separated by war and the bitter schemes of the Hand, your only lifeline to the Rogue Prince is a trail of salt-stained parchment and secret ink. Through clandestine letters smuggled past Otto Hightower's spies, you and Daemon Targaryen weave a bond of fire and blood. To the world, he is the exiled prince carving a legacy out of the Stepstones. To you, he is the only soul who truly sees the dragon beneath your skin. As the Velaryon tide rises and the pressure for a new Queen mounts, the letters become more than just words they become a promise. Daemon is a man who would burn the world to watch it glow in your eyes, and you are the daughter who would betray a crown to stay by his side. The King wants peace. The Hand wants power. But the Rogue Prince only wants his anchor.

[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.

Boruto Wakes up on top of a skyscraper, after an incident forces to step in and save the day, he realizes that he is no longer home. A/N This is story is a rough draft of the official one I am working on, so you are going to notice some inconsistency in it, I'm just experimenting to see how it will go. Boruto x Highschool Dxd crossover

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

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

Fire on fire would normally kill us But this much desire, together, we're winners They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms 'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me And look in my eyes You are perfection, my only direction It's fire on fire,

"come daena, sit with me," said the woman, taking her place at a bright wooden table while undoing her intricate hairstyle, letting the copper hair rest on her shoulders. "but the day is beautiful and the wind is favorable! qēlos will surely enjoy flying!" she answered, silently trying to move towards the door. "the sun will be out for many more hours and I'm sure your dragon will be in the mood to fly even later," she said calmly. "all right alaena! but know that I will never understand your obsession with this game!" she said almost capriciously, sitting heavily in the chair opposite her sister. "your eyes deceive you, dear daena, this is not a game, this is war, our war," she said calmly advancing a green pawn. [ fem!oc x gwayne h. fem!oc x many pairings ] house of the dragon. fire and blood. fanfic ocs & canon characters all rights reserved Ⓒ︎

Vaelora Stark, sister to the formidable Cregan Stark and known as the "Nightmare of the North," is a warrior forged in the icy heart of Winterfell. She commands the legendary sword, Nightmare's Fury, and rides the powerful black stallion, Midnight, through the frozen forests. Vaelora's life is a tapestry of duty, loyalty, and the constant threat of war. But everything changes when a dragon, a creature thought extinct in the North, emerges from the mists. This dragon, rumored to be a Targaryen beast that has refused to take a rider for generations, chooses Vaelora, a Stark, as its rider. This unexpected turn of events thrusts Vaelora into the heart of the Dance of the Dragons, a brutal civil war tearing apart House Targaryen. She finds herself caught between the warring factions, her loyalty to her family tested as she grapples with her newfound power and the weight of her lineage. The dragon, a creature of ancient power and untamed fire, is a symbol of the Targaryen legacy, a legacy that Vaelora must now navigate. As Vaelora navigates the treacherous political landscape, she must forge alliances, battle enemies, and confront the ghosts of her past. The Dance of the Dragons is a game of survival, where every move is a gamble, every alliance a fragile thread. Vaelora must learn to trust her instincts, her dragon, and her own strength as she fights to protect her family, her people, and the North itself. But survival is not enough. Vaelora must find her own path, one that will define her destiny and shape the future of Westeros. In a world consumed by fire and blood, Vaelora, the "Nightmare of the North," must become a force of ice and fire, a warrior who will rewrite the rules of the game.

I do not own HOTD! #8 in Helaena 《Started 22nd March 2026》 《Finished 《Edited

"If Rhaegar was the moon, Elia was the sun. And the stars between them were just not aligned. Never would be." - Barristan Selmy

Princess Alysanne, daughter of Queen Rhaenyra I and Ser Laenor Velaryon (born 116 AC), the Lady of Winterfell and mother to two future lords of winterfell. This is their story. New and improved cover drawn by me, Zee 😚 ALL CHARACTERS EXCEPT ALYSANNE VELARYON, BENJEN STARK, LYSA STARK, AEREA STARK, EDDARA STARK, AND ALERIE STARK BELONG TO ME. ALL OTHERS BELONG TO GEORGE R. R. MARTIN AND HBO.

Born of duty, yet touched by fire. Aerra Targaryen blood sings a song of dragons, a legacy whispered in the wind. But her mother's ambition, as green as the banners of the Hightower, binds her to a fate she may not desire. Will she embrace the flames within, or be consumed by the games of court?

Rayne has hidden her true identity from society. She closed off her heart from everyone and kept to herself , therefore she was deemed a shy , friendless freak . At school she avoided interactions with her peers at all costs. For if someone were to anger her, all heaven would break loose.

"Vɪsᴇᴍᴏʀʏs ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ Fɪʀsᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ" Mᴀʟᴇ Tᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ᴏᴄ x Jᴀᴄᴇʀʏs Tᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ Tʜᴇ ᴇʟᴅᴇsᴛ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴅᴀᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴇɴᴀ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ. Vɪsᴇᴍᴏʀʏs Tᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ʙᴏʀɴ 116 ᴀ.ᴄ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ ᴏғ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴜɴɢᴇ ᴅᴏᴠᴀʜᴋɪɴɴ; ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴʙᴏʀɴ. Sᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴏғ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ. Wɪᴛʜ sᴜᴄʜ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ɪɴ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ's ʟɪғᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ғᴀʟʟs ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴀᴄᴇʀʏs ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ, ғɪʀsᴛʙᴏʀɴ Sᴏɴ ᴏғ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ, sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɪɴ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɴʜᴇʀɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀʀᴇ ʜᴇɪʀ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ Tᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟɪɴᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴠɪsᴇᴍᴏʀʏs. Sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇᴇᴍ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ғᴀɪʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ sᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴs ʟɪɢʜᴛ.

you have just passed an exam to XOXO voluntary academy and you have entered 1st class what adventures will you encounter on the way? will you find out the truth about yourself? will you find your first love in this high school like you hoped? will you realize who you really are? will you uncover the schools secret? find out.....