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This is just a thought I've had, and while I’m not the best at writing, I thought I’d give it a try with some help from Grammarly and various wiki pages. I’m unsure if I’ll continue with this or if it’s even any good, but I really want to create a stronger version of Robb Stark who makes sensible plans based on his meta knowledge, especially from the show gained from the merging of my OC’s knowledge and soul. For example, this Robb will know about the secret entrance into Casterly Rock, as revealed when Tyrion was building the sewer. He could also eliminate Ramsay Bolton after learning about warging, which would allow him to scout and potentially assassinate enemies. Additionally, he could learn the Old Tongue to help negotiate with the Free Folk, particularly the Thenns, who are more advanced and have giants. They would be a realistic choice to come across the Wall and Bend the knee as they are the most advanced and culturally close to an automatic city state, almost though I’m pretty sure they do have settlements in the books and the show it is somewhat mentioned I believe, but they would be given land. I don’t know where yet and it would make enough sense that there would be enough balloons, especially if the star offering this to them swore by the old gods, and spoke the old tongue, but this is just a bunch of planning and thoughts I had I don’t know how far I’ll end up writing this, but I hope you give it a shot.

[House of the Dragon] Reborn in Westeros during the golden age of the Targaryens, Aemon finds himself in the body of a child—half-Valeman, half-dragonlord. His father? The infamous Rogue Prince, Daemon Targaryen. His mother? Lady Rhea Royce of Runestone, who wants nothing to do with him. A noble by name. A Targaryen by blood. Forgotten by both. But Aemon has one goal: hatch his dragon and rewrite destiny. To do that, he must gather magic essence from ancient relics and rare creatures across the Seven Kingdoms: [Ula Grass]: +1 Magic Essence – weave dreams into reality. [Ancestral Bronze Armor]: +5 Magic Essence – carved with runes of old. [White Deer]: +10 Magic Essence – gain the king’s natural aura. [Bronze Fury – Wormithor]: +1000 Magic Essence – a mythical bronze vein crashes from the sky! From a sleepy boy in the Vale to a dragonrider who dares to challenge fate, Aemon must rise before the Dance of the Dragons begins. Before the realm burns... he will forge a throne of bronze and flame. Because this time, the story won’t end in tragedy. DISCLAIMER The story belongs entirely to the original author. Read advance chapters on my Patreon Patreon.com/Izan24

He was a lot of things. He was the bastard of Winterfell. He was the lord commander of the Night’s Watch. He was the person who came back from dead. He was the king in the North. He was the true heir of the iron throne. He was Jon Snow. A soul from our world transmigrates in the body of an eleven-year-old Jon Snow. Armed with few gifts from an unknown entity, Jon begins his new journey. Read to know how the man is going to change the rules of the Game of the Thrones. [Join my P@treon to access advanced chapters. Replace @ with a] [email protected]/imaginarywriter

For eighteen long years, Jon fought a relentless battle against a terminal illness, confined to a hospital bed and in the constant shadow of death. However, fate had much bigger plans for him. The destiny of a God-Emperor promised by ancient and mysterious prophecies. Chosen as the Messiah by an Omnipotent and Omniscient God, Jon is thrown into a world on the brink of a devastating war, where his decisions will determine whether humanity perishes or has the chance to continue existing. Facing the terrible army of the undead and raised as a bastard in Winterfell despite his noble origins, Jon must quickly strengthen himself for the final battle that will decide the fate of civilization. But his path to the Iron Throne is full of challenges: as well as defeating supernatural enemies, he will have to face a treacherous politics, where kind words hide dark and deadly intentions. The fate of all human civilization rests on his shoulders. The Chronicles of Ice and Fire. (Elements of Game Of Thrones/Dune/Warhammer) *Harem: Three wives and three lovers *Netorare or Netori: Absolutely NOT *Yuri: No. *R-18: Yes. *Gore: Yes.

After centuries of most demons being imprisoned by the " The Binder " and the end of the Age of Power .Kian, a seventeen-year-old young man, finds himself able to control a massive demon and harness it for his service, after his distinctive blood led him to become a sacrifice. When he thought he had finally saved his life, fate brings him to the royal court to find himself among demons of another kind, demons that revolve around the crown... and the crown only. Driven by interests, they weave conspiracies and deceptions. So what will his fate be when he is forced to become part of the game ? And is he the only one truly capable of controlling the demons ? And what will happen when the kingdoms of the entire continent are in conflict over this new power, racing to arm themselves with it and harness it to serve their own goals and objectives ?

"My memory... hehe. King Robert Baratheon... murdered by a pig. Give me something for the pain, and let me die." What eloquent last words for a king. But Robert had never been an eloquent man. Not as a rowdy young man. Not as the leader of the Rebellion that put an end to the Targaryen Dynasty. Not as the first non-Targaryen ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. He wasn't about to turn into a damn poet on his deathbed. But I'll leave my legacy behind…oh, Seven fucking Hells, who am I kidding? What grand legacy had he left? Half a kingdom in debt to Tywin Lannister? Another half in debt to the Iron Bank? A queen who might spit on his corpse? A demon son who spent his youth butchering cats? Tommen and Myrcella were sweet natured, it's true, but they were not his heirs. And now he, a once proud, powerful warrior, was dying a fat, drunken whoremonger who'd been killed while making an ass of himself, trying to hunt. If anything, I left the realm worse than I found it. Even if I did rid the world of the Targaryens. For all the good it did. It hadn't stopped the nightmares. In his dreams, he killed Rhaegar every damn night, but it was never enough. He could drive his war hammer into Rhaegar's heart a thousand times and it would not soothe the aching, the longing, in his own. It would not bring his beloved Lyanna back to life. It would not chase the eternal grief from Ned's eyes. Eyes that were once alight with youthful exuberance as they grew up together in the Vale. I avenged her. I avenged her father and her brother. And yet ultimately I fought for nothing. It didn't bring her back. It hasn't even brought me comfort now, on my death bed. Grief that milk of the poppy could not swallow wrapped its tendrils around Robert's heart, squeezing painfully, as it often did. He would gladly trade the seventeen years he spent as King if only he could turn back the hands of time. He would protect Lyanna before Rhaegar could abscond with her. Or he would have rescued her in time. He would have warned Brandon and Rickard Stark to stay away from King's Landing… If I had half so much gold as I do wishes and regrets. I'd leave Joffrey an overflowing treasury. At least he would not regret for much longer, not now as his vision grew hazy and black. Soon, it would all leave him. The grief and the sorrow would not follow him into death. But as the last whispers of consciousness faded from his dying mind, a single thought lingered on: I'd trade everything to go back…   Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.

Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark. Note: This story follows multiple generation of targaryen Civil wars Though Aegon Targaryen was proclaimed King of the Seven Kingdoms, Dorne stubbornly remained independent. For his reign, Aegon focused on building a royal keep and securing his hold over the six conquered kingdoms. Wary of the Targaryen dragons, the Faith of the Seven privately grumbled about the king's incestuous marriages but complied with his wishes. The Faith, however, closely watched Aegon's sons. Aenys, born in 3 AL to Queen Rhaenys, shared his parents' Valyrian features but mirrored his mother's preference for courtly luxuries over martial pursuits. In a break from tradition, Aegon married Aenys not to his own sister, but to Catelyn Tully. Their children were Jaehaerys and Alysanne. Aegon's second son with Rhaenys, Maegor, was married to his sister Daenys, who tragically died bearing a stillborn child. Maegor, born in 8 AL, grew into a fierce warrior. Though seen as a cruel loner by some, he was deeply loyal to his family. After Daenys’s death, he stood vigil by her side for over a week until his father forcibly removed him. He later found happiness in a short-lived marriage to his sister Eleana, with whom he had twin daughters, Visenya and Rhaenys, and a son, Vaegyl, born in the first year of Aenys's rule. When Aegon the Dragon died in 37 AL, the Faith saw its chance. They denounced the weak, sickly King Aenys as a product of incest and called for a rebellion. Bloody revolts erupted, and assassins targeted the royal family. In one such attempt, an arrow meant for Maegor struck and killed his wife, Eleana. This loss transformed Maegor’s anger into a cold hatred for the Faith. He ruthlessly crushed a revolt by the Arryns of Gulltown, executing them all, which quelled the minor lords but not the Faith. Rumors persisted that the High Septon poisoned King Aenys, leading to his death. With the realm in turmoil and Aenys's children still young, Maegor ascended the throne. Urged by his Hand, Gerold Westerling, Maegor married Gerold's daughter Jeyne and fathered three sons: Aegon, Daemon, and Laecareys. Despite his efforts, the rebellion continued, and by his death in 48 AL, the Faith seemed to be winning. Amidst the succession crisis, Aenys’s son Jaehaerys assumed the regency for his young cousin Vaegyl and began negotiating for peace. This tale begins in 56 AL. As Vaegyl approaches manhood, Jaehaerys and the small council plan their next move against the still-rebelling Faith. Unbeknownst to them, Gerold Westerling and Ser Tybolt Lannister are secretly plotting to place Gerold's grandson, Aegon, on the Iron Throne.

this story follows a man killed by the most legendary entity known to man…..truck-kun. yes I know. another senseless victim. anywho, as he passes he proceeds to speak with the being known as the great one who oversees all life as we know it. they talk and proceed to have an agreement that Michael (our protagonist, just realized haven’t named him) gets insterted into the body of the one and only GUTS 3 days before the sacking of kings landing. his mission? protect the lives of Elia Martell and the future royalty of the targaryens and to do that he’s been enlisted (by the heavens will things have happened and he’s been a soldier for the crownlands) by the supposed future ruler of Westeros to protect his family. this is the beginning of a nee story of the man who took 100 lives single handedly.

Lyanax soared over the island, her black scales making her practically invisible against the night sky, he lay down tight on her back feeling the wind blow through his hair irritated as it lashed against his face and yet he was glad he'd not tied it up. He directed her down to the cliffs, further away from the keep than he wished to walk but he needed to be sure she was unseen Should people realize that there was an actual living dragon then it would create not just envy but fear. Especially as said dragon was not being held by the king or crown prince but a man whose very existence already provided fear enough. As she landed, Daemon unhooked his pack containing his swords and armor, while a part of him wished to be dressed for battle he relished the freedom of being clad in normal clothes while on his dragons back. He leaned forward and looked into her black eyes, feeling the warmth of her gaze as she stared back at him . ' Be safe 'he heard the voice say in his head and he smiled, she was protective to a fault and he feared what carnage she'd bring about should he be harmed, ' you too' he thought and she snorted, as if she could be harmed. He laughed loudly then and strapped his swords to his back, carrying the armor over his shoulders he began the long walk to the keep. It had been over eight years since he'd last stepped foot on this island and he was excited to be back. Eight years in which he'd traveled the length and breadth of the known world and beyond. He'd danced among the shadows in Asshai, had wept at the great gates of Yin, he fought a Khal on the Great Grass Sea and walked the streets of Old Valyria while flames burned around him. Yet it was still here on this island that Daemon felt happiest, felt more relaxed and at peace and he was glad finally to be home. When he made it to the entrance he prepared for the inevitable conflict, the war one of words and not arms, he had thought about sneaking in but it would probably be better this way. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!

Synopsis: A devoted fan of One Piece and A Song of Ice and Fire dies and awakens centuries before the main events of Westeros. With no rare magic or noble blood—only his will, knowledge, and the spirit of swordsman Roronoa Zoro—he carves his own path in a land where fire and ice collide. Thus begins the rise of the Roronoa Clan. A new legend is born, one that will leave its mark on the legacy of the Seven Kingdoms. (I do not own One Piece or A Song of Ice and Fire. I only claim credit for the original ideas added.)

story about a dragon, I did drop it for a little bit. but I decided to recover it

Rickard Stark, grieving his wife seeks comfort in Winterfell's brothel. From that union twins Torrhen and Lyarra Snow are born in 270 AC. Dying mysteriously in 282 AC, their souls are replaced by twins from our world who are die hart minecraft gamers. With this development a portal appears on Skane, a portal to the minecraft overworld. Watch as they explore, meet new friends, plot and most importantly build.

A man is reincarnated into the world of Game of Thrones with certain gifts and powers. Read to find out, how he affects the world. [Add the book to your collection. Send some power stones and leave your opinion.] [Access to Advanced chapters on P@treon. Replace @ with a.] [email protected]/shadowauthor

Viserys Targaryen was born with the blood of dragons and yet lived his life in exile. He was a prince with a lost kingdom and a fading legacy, an immature bastard who died a pitiful death. Unfortunately, that same death was coming for me now… as I found myself in his body right before molten gold fried my brain. Yes. Fuck Khal Drogo, and fuck the molten crown. With the memories from another life, in this world of betrayal and broken oaths, I had the chance to forge a new destiny for myself. Armed with the knowledge of the future, my own cunning, and [The Dragon System], I made the choice to flee from the Dothraki barbarians and take back what was rightfully mine. -—- Patreon Link: Patreon.com/Master4thWall Discord Link: Discord.gg/pkGvcYpTbJ

A whisper of truth changes everything. When a discovered betrayal reaches the lion’s ear, unseen chains shatter — and a future once certain begins to unravel. An expected match is never made. A girl destined to be forgotten chooses her own path — and with her, the lion is no longer bound. Serena Lefford was meant to be a footnote in history, at most. Instead, she stands beside the most dangerous man in the realm — not as a prize, but as a partner. Together, they will forge a new future — for themselves, their houses, and perhaps even all of Westeros. But this is no crown’s procession, and no hero’s tale. It is a path paved with debts that must be paid. ____________________________________________________ Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial, transformative fanfiction based on A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones, the intellectual property of George R.R. Martin and HBO. I do not claim ownership of the original characters, world, or lore. If these rights holders request removal of this work, I will comply without dispute. Images are KI-Generated. This is an unofficial work, shared purely for creative and entertainment purposes. This story takes place in an alternate universe (AU) and is not canon-compliant. Events, characters, and relationships have been changed to explore different narrative possibilities. Thank you for reading—and welcome to The Lion Reforged.

In the ancient days of the Planetos, dozens of continents witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations. Essos witnessed the mighty Great Empire of the Dawn rise and fall, and its successor, Valyria, rose and enslaved millions and its downfall with fire. Westeros witnessed how the refuges of the dragon land invaded its Seven Kingdoms and forged a united realm under a single noble house. Now, the house of the dragon is enjoying their golden age. But, far in the east, there was a continent larger than Essos and Westeros. Unlike the fragmented nature of those continents, the entire continent was ruled by a single Emperor and his massive political body. In contrast to the dying of magic in a large part of the world, the empire maintains strong control of heaven and the world's magic. When the miracle died, this place it was studied and advanced. __________________________ Asoif with Elder Scrolls and Warhammer aspects

Awakening with memories of another world, Jon Snow uses Inspired Inventor to quietly fortify Winterfell, knowing the wars and winters foretold by fiction will soon become truth.

In the dead of night at Castle Black, Jon Snow is brutally betrayed by his own brothers in a chilling act of mutiny. As Melisandre attempts a desperate ritual, an unforeseen and terrifying transformation begins, shattering the great wheel. Read 10 chapters ahead: P-atreon.com/FullHorizon (Just remove the hyphen to access Patreon normally.) Disclaimer: All rights to the original content belong to their respective creators.

Vealor Velaryon, a child born from the ill-fated union of Laenor Velaryon and Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, carries a gift—or a curse—that sets him apart: the ability to foresee the looming doom that will befall his family. Witness his tale as it unfolds—a story marked by relentless tragedy and loss in his desperate attempts to alter a destiny seemingly set in stone. Follow the journey of a scarred and frightened child as he endures countless trials, only to return stronger and more resolute. Vealor's ultimate goal is to right the grievous wrongs committed against his family, no matter the cost. - - - No rights to A song of ice and fire and Fire and blood belong to me. I do this for only entertainment and hobby

A trio of Targaryens, and their vassals are ripped away from Westeros, and deposited in a foreign land of magic, and chaos, of monsters, and mysteries. There are nought to do for them but do what they do best, To thrive, and conquer.