Thrones Stories

Eriene Baratheon is the true heir of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister. She grew up in King's Landing with snakes, liars, drunks, varys birds and Joffery. She knew nothing of noble and honorable men until she met her Robb.

Saera Martell was a flame caught between two winds, never burning in one direction for long. Born as the daughter of a Targaryen and a Martell, she was a dreamer plagued by memories that are not her own. Faces, moments, and emotions linger long after she wakes, leaving her uncertain of where her dreams end and her true self begins. When duty calls, Saera is sent to King's Landing, where visions, politics, and expectation press in from all sides. There, she meets Aerion Targaryen. Someone, who has been haunting her mind. He was like a name written over and over, though never the same. But not all ties are woven by dreams. Valarr Targaryen enters her life without warning or prophecy. He was an unforeseen presence defined by kindness rather than fate. As Saera struggles to reconcile memory with reality and desire with duty, she finds herself drawn in conflicting directions. In king's landing, unexpected friendships form. Ones that would haunt her life in the years to come. Burrowed echoes occupy her mind, taking up the space of her own. Caught between identity, responsibility, and choice, Saera must decide whether her future will be shaped by the dreams that haunt her-or by the life she chooses to claim as her own. But will the gods allow it, whatever her decision?

Dalia never saw herself as a queen. Far from it actually, she never saw herself living anywhere besides her poor little bakery. But when the young lord of Winterfell asks for her hand, she takes a leap. Will old friendships prove strong, or will a new life break Dalia into too many pieces to pick up? ((Robb Stark fanfiction)) Credits to the Game of Thrones HBO series in which he events of this follow, and the book series by George R.R. Martin

I am Eddard Stark and Catelyn Stark's first daughter. I am Maenera Stark. I am the oldest Stark daughter, but I am treated like I'm Sansa's age. I might be the related to Sansa. I am nothing like her. She's a lady. I'm not. I fight, I use weapons, and I don't want to marry no man. While she wants to marry Joffrey Baratheon, live in Kings Landing, and be Queen. I want to fight with Robb, Theon, and Jon on the battle field. I am tough and rough. And according to my mother a bad influence for Arya, but my father loves to see me fight. He finds it funny when I ,a girl, can beat the stable boy. Even Sansa and I's direwolves are different. Her direwolf is named Lady and mine is Visenya. I thought we couldn't be more different. She knows everything about herself. While I do not. Until one day everything changes. (I don't own Game of Thrones ,although I wish I did) Warnings: Swearing, violence(more will be added)

Where I (because I am very qualified) handpick my favourite GOT fics

"Shekh Ma Shieraki Ann" (My Sun and Stars) whispers Daenerys as she clutches Drogo weeping softly in the night. She drifts into a deep sleep too tired to even cry another tear. Her heart morns the loss of her husband and Khal.

"Do you know what I mean now? I'm so fixated on the boy with the soft sound And hair all over the place"

Winter is Coming In a world where your favorite GoT characters are played out as Disney/Dreamworks characters. Dark Fantasy, politics, betrayal and lots of spoilers. All rights and credits to George R R Martin for this amazing work on Game of Thrones, and Walt Disney together with Dreamworks for their endless cartoon characters. WARNING!! Expect mature contents from your favorite Disney characters.

Talia Stark is the twin sister of Rob Stark. Daughter of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully. When her father is sent south and she is forced to leave her life in Winterfell she begins to understand the phrase Valar Dohaeris.

Sansa Stark waits in the Vale. She waits to claim her home. She waits for news of what occurs outside of the mountain castle. But, most importantly, Sansa waits for Petyr Baelish's command. She has left the control of one man to be under the thumb of another. It is always Petyr's plans and Petyrs lessons. Well if she were to be his mockingbird, then perhaps she should have her own plans as well. After all, only a fool would wait for the noose. A wise man might avoid it. Petyr once told her that to know what a man wants is to know him, if that were true then she knew Petyr well. Yet, Sansa doesnt know what she wants anymore.

Sansa of house Tarrenclaw was born and presently a assassin. Her family would kill anyone for the right amount of gold. Her father gets payed a huge amount of gold for the murder of Sandor Clegane. Sansa takes the job but something gets in her way and she doesn't think she is able to complete it.

The Ancient World Order is a complex tale of feudal politics, religion, conspiracy and war. It hasn't been more than fifteen years since the Empire almost succumbed in the War of Brothers. And yet again, the scourge of war spreads across the world. At the death of late Emperor Ulric, lord Wilfred Mandos, the hero who saved the Empire, gets summoned to the Capital of Avenheim, for his appointment to the office of Imperial Chancellor. As Wilfred arrives at Avenheim, he discovers that his old enemies haven't forgiven him for their humiliation in the war. They have already made the first move against his family. Not used to Capital politics, Wilfred stands alone as he finds no help from those he once considered his friends. To ensure his house's survival, Wilfred has to outmanoeuvre both the fanatical Church of Magnus and the ambitious rival house Morg, the Empress family. Meanwhile, across the great Oceanic, to the North, Sven the Clanless, strives to get revenge against the Black Mane tribe. As he does, he disturbs the fragile peace between his uncle, Chieftain Ivar the Bull and savage nomad tribe. And to the South, the mighty warrior tribe Darma, from the Grand Steppes, ravages through trade cities along the Oval Coast. It won't be long until they reach the desert of the Great Sands. Sash Tahej and his brother, Sahej, struggle to unite the clans to meet this threat.

From the ancient castle of Stonehold to the bustling city of Highmount the land of Estros is at war. The King of the Stonelands and Lord of Stonehold, Harwyn Gray, marches South on the King of Summer to find his brother and bring him back home. But as he rides he finds loyalty to be rare in his camp and must navigate the intrigue that surrounds him if he wishes to win the war, while also protecting his family and his son who has ridden with him. But Stonehold is not only where plots and secrets lie. To the South where a crude man sits on the throne his brother now must deal with the plots that aim at himself and his King while measuring his own power to take what is his. Loyalty in the city of Highmount is impossible to find and Warren must battle with both himself and those who seek to destroy him. And the return of magic puts everything at a stop as true saegi's haven't been seen in hundreds of years in Estros. To the West their are many who con others into believing that they hold magical properties but now a young boy must deal with forthcoming visions of the future which are soaked in blood and violence. What he will do with these visions is up to him, and he must bear the weight alone. The land of Estros is in turmoil full of backstabbers and death and the price of glory is measured only in blood. And a great power is emerging in the South. Across all lands and across all seas, a great people are rising from the ashes to take back what is theirs.

What if Jacaerys were a triplet? The story of Aemma and Visenya Velaryon, named for two Queens, reigning as one. * Cover art made by me!

Chapter 1:- Rise of Swords The sun beat down on the dusty training grounds, casting a golden glow over the two young fighters. Reck and Levar, 14-year-old brothers, faced off against each other, their swords clashing in a flurry of steel and leather. Both wore practical black and brown leather armor, adorned with intricate silver trimmings that sparkled in the sunlight. Reck, the elder by mere minutes, stood tall with his father's striking features - brown eyes that seemed to burn with intensity, black hair that fell across his forehead in messy locks, and a strong jawline that spoke of determination. His facial structure was chiseled, with high cheekbones and a nose that seemed perfectly proportioned. Levar, on the other hand, was a contrast to his brother - his light blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and his brown hair was messy and unkempt. Despite their differences, Levar's features were just as striking, with a strong jawline and piercing gaze that seemed to see right through his opponent. Their father, Aryn, watched with a keen eye, his long white beard fluttering in the gentle breeze. A scar above his left eyebrow told a story of countless battles fought and won. His piercing gaze seemed to bore into the souls of his sons, as if daring them to give their all. The air was electric with tension as the brothers exchanged blows, their swords ringing out in perfect rhythm. Reck sneered at Levar. "You think you can take me down, little brother? I've been practicing longer!" Levar's eyes flashed with determination. "Oh, I've been watching, and I've learned from the best - you!" He landed a swift kick, sending Reck stumbling backward. The crowd of onlookers cheered, their voices echoing across the grounds. Aryn's expression remained stoic, but a hint of pride flickered in his eyes. As the fight intensified, the brothers began to tire. Sweat dripped from their brows, and their breathing grew labored. Reck landed a solid blow, but levar easily block it ,

Cover by Heather_Dianne ***Book One*** In a world where magic is rejected, viewed with shame and punishable by death, there are twin enchanters, twins that could not be any different from each other, Merek and Mirabelle, one wants peace and the other seeks revenge for the murder of her mother. Rejected and sent away as bastards, can the pair truly have what it takes to claim the throne? Can one stop the other or will they both seek revenge for the murder of their mother and their kind? In the first instalment of 'The Claim' series, can one stop the other or will they both find themselves reaching for the same thing?

In a world where peace and pandemonium fought, several assassins from Drenthien, the kingdom of the East are sent by the ruthless King of Kallenthus to get a girl from his own kingdom, believing she is the heir of a fallen kingdom after discovering a generational conundrum. When the assassins fail to retrieve the king's captive once, he agrees to give his throne to anyone who can bring her to him. With several people planning to whisk her away, the assassins must do what they do best to succeed with the king. And if they fail the king again, not only would they lose the prize of a lifetime, but their lives would be at stake. Now all the bets are off, and everyone has a chance at winning the king's throne. However, the king has taken Astree's only relatives and threatened their lives, so she may have no other choice but to turn herself in for the king's bidding. But hidden beneath the shadows in Kallenthus, the king's prisoner lie low, soon identifying the lies and treacherous traitors of the kingdom. Bits and pieces of their world fall apart, but when another kingdom is at rival with Kallenthus, alliances may drift and myths soon become reality. From the shadowed alcove of Kallenthus itself, Astree Iolayn won't stop until the King of Kallenthus is dead at her feet along with his kingdom. But why does she hesitate when she has the king at knife point? BONUS CONTENT: -Fantasy Map -Part A Main Character Aesthetics -Part B Sub-Character Aesthetics -Referral Creature Pictures -Other

Archmaester Ebrose writes his croncials of House Fyreblood who started as a Targeryen Cadet branch by Lord Valarr who grew in power and respect. (( I'm playing Ck2 with AGOT mod and decided to write a croncial of thier history ))