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He thought he reincarnated into Harry Potter. A wizard system appeared, and he trained magic like his life depended on it. Three months later, he reached his destination. Only then did he realize the truth. This wasn't Hogwarts. This was Westeros. And he had accidentally become the strongest mage in the Seven Kingdoms.

After a lifetime of war and loss, Harry Potter finds himself in a world of ice and fire. I do not own Harry Potter or A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones.

Caspian Darkwood, a lieutenant stationed in the Middle East, is inexplicably transported to the world of ice and fire, abandoned in a desert near the Dothraki Sea without any idea how he got there or what his purpose is. He will have to overcome hardships and trials to survive in a world filled with betrayal, death, hunger, wars, and supernatural beings. His only weapons will be his limited knowledge of this world and the creative menu from Minecraft. ----------------------- ---------- For those who decide to dive into my story: the protagonist will not be invincible — that’s not how I envision him. However, he will have tools and methods that make his life easier, based mainly on Minecraft’s creative menu and his general knowledge of the world. He can be wounded or killed, as he is not immortal, and although his access to Minecraft’s creative mode is active, it does not grant him the full abilities that come with it: no building structures in mid-air, no teleportation, no immunity to damage — only flight. If you decide to read it, I would greatly appreciate your comments. They will help the story reach more people and, at the same time, motivate me to keep writing. --------------- This is a rewrite. And hopefully, it will improve on the original story and correct the mistakes I made.

After dying on Earth, the protagonist wakes up in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. Armed with the knowledge from the books and coming from a more evolved society, he accepts his new life and identity and decides to learn more about this world of magic and dragons. However, things are not as simple as he imagined. Sent to a very distant past where the Targaryen conquest has not yet happened, his knowledge of the renowned literary series is not of much help, and to make matters worse, he was reborn in the worst place and at the worst possible time. [BEEP] [System activated] [7 days until the doom of Valyria] [New mission!] [Run away!] TAGS: Game Of Thrones, Valíria, Targaryen, System, Magic, Adventure, Dragons, Pirates, Slaves, World Building, Weak to the Strong, Rituals, Horror, Monsters, Firearms, Multiple POV, Secret Organizations. Hello everyone. I hope you like my fan fiction. It takes place 400 years before the events of Game of Thrones. In this fic, I will show my vision of Asshai by the shadow using my experience that I gained from reading many magic novels. I hope you like the city of shadows that I created. The system is not powerful and will only help the protagonist with small facilities and some minor benefits. This is my first time writing, and I do not have an editor, so feel free to correct anything in the grammar. I like the sinister environment of Asshai, where no magic is forbidden, and because there are few mentions in the books about this place, I started to have these ideas about what Asshai and its society would be like. So I decided to share these thoughts with you and write this fic. I hope to gain more practice and experience as an author, to later release my book, which is also already in development. Enjoy the book, everyone!

Oops, You Died. Now You’re a Vampire Lord in Westeros! Unfortunately, you’re dead. And to make matters worse, you can’t even remember who you were before you died. But your story doesn’t end here. You get a second chance at life in Westeros, the brutal world of Game of Thrones, where you’re reborn as a Progenitor Vampire, one of the most powerful beings of your kind. As a welcome gift, you receive a few special items to help you get started. Now, with a new life ahead of you and goals of your own, you’ll have to make your way in a world where knowledge is power, politics can cost you your head, and millions of the walking dead are preparing to sweep away everything in their path. Good luck! You’re going to need it. I'm delighted to have reached so many readers! If you'd like to continue supporting the story, I'll leave my Patreon here, where you’ll be able to read all the chapters published so far in a few days. pa treon.com/TheJagger

Long before he set foot in Westeros, Prince Dragonzel of House Varezes was already something the world had never seen—a dragonlord not born of the House Targaryen, but forged in the distant Free Cities, where ancient Valyria’s lost knowledge still lingers in shadows. Hailing from a powerful foreign lineage that mastered both dragons and forbidden arts, Dragonzel arrives in Westeros not as a guest—but as a force that challenges the very foundation of noble bloodlines and tradition. In a land where legitimacy is everything, his existence alone is a threat. With his dragons, wealth, and unmatched intellect, he begins weaving a vast network of alliances—binding great houses, influencing trade, and reshaping the balance of power across the Realm. But Westeros stands on the brink of chaos. The brewing conflict between Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower threatens to ignite the devastating Dance of the Dragons. Dragons will rise, kingdoms will burn, and loyalties will be tested. Amidst this storm, Dragonzel walks a razor’s edge—ally, rival, or something far more dangerous. Because his goal is not merely to survive the coming war… …but to surpass the legacy of Valyria itself. ---

What happens when you die, do you go to heaven, do you go to hell, do you turn to nothing, do you become one with an almighty god, are you perhaps reborn? Ushedar, having lived three lives in full, now sitting on his deathbed knows well of happens after you die... First, a life as an officer turned general in which he led and commanded a war unlike any other in all of history for his nation. Notably being the last human commander in history, before all was replaced by machine. He lived and loved to 150 in that life. Then in the second, he was an artist and traveler of lands truely a mere footnote in a world of empires... Until he seduced and married the daughter off one of romes leading autocrats, gained influce and became emperor, a post he served for 30 years, then he retired had kids and lived life to the fullest. In that life he lived to nearly 100 before his brain gave out on him and he lost will to continue on in a decaying body. Then in the third he was the son of a low ranking noble in Persia, born not long before invasion of the Arabs. He retreated to China with the rest of his family and much of the other nobility of what had once been. There he learned as much as he could, from language to philosophy. Then he traveled China and the surrounding areas, building connections with the rich and affluential, the wise, and the strong. Then with an army at his back he returned to his fellow persians fashioning himself as something of Zoroaster reborn. He then reconquered Persia and became a god-king. He managed to squeeze a good 70 years out of that life and filled with melancholy he wondered where and when he would be born again. Little did Ushedar know this time it would be different. Instead of Earth, he would be reborn in a world of Ice and Fire, but not the one he vaguely rembered. This was the world 8,000 years before the birth of Daenerys Targaryen, a time in which the world had only just exited from the long night, a time in which men were still conquering and carving kingdoms anew. The age of heros... But this is not Ushedar's story. This is the story of his proginy and their effect upon this world of Ice and Fire. This is the story of the greatest of the clan, of the end. This is the story of Ariwyn Sterling and the Wind...

She awoke in a world that was overwhelmingly bright, possessing only the awareness of being a young adult trapped in an infant's body. Her dreams, however, revealed another life. One where she was a witch. [Crossover fanfiction between; Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms] Slow-paced and my chapters are pretty long.

Robert Baratheon gave Jon Snow Dragonstone. One day, he may wish he hadn’t. For Ned Stark’s bastard, the island is a poisoned gift. An ancient castle, a thinly populated lordship, and responsibilities most grown men would struggle to shoulder. But Jon has already lived a grown man’s life. Behind the boy’s eyes are the memories of a naval veteran, an engineer, and a man who spent years studying the armies of Rome. Given a second life in Westeros, he sees possibilities in the land he has been granted. He also knows how much work it will take to make anything of them. That work begins in the North. Years before he leaves Winterfell, Jon starts gathering the people he will take south. Boys become the companions he grows up with and the soldiers he trains beside. Craftsmen struggle through unfamiliar designs while each successful venture pays for the next. Slowly, a household takes shape, built around a young lord whose knowledge is becoming increasingly difficult to explain. These are the people he intends to build Dragonstone with. He will need them, because arriving with a title and a head full of ideas will only get him so far. Beyond the island lies the Narrow Sea, the wealth of the Free Cities, and opportunities worth sailing for. Jon has plans for ships and harbours, for trade and an army of his own. As those plans grow, they will draw the interest of men who have spent their lives deciding what happens in Westeros. And beneath everything he builds is a secret that could bring them all to his door. His name is Aemon Targaryen. What to expect: ~ Jon Snow self-insert with an experienced adult mind ~ Slow-paced kingdom building, beginning with an extended childhood arc in the North ~ Household development, friendships, and earned loyalty ~ Industry, trade, and the practical work of running a lordship ~ Roman-inspired military training and warfare ~ Naval exploration and an expanding journey into Essos ~ Multiple points of view, political consequences, and growing magical elements

Arthur is torn out of the Void with no past no name and no place in the world. He wakes up inside the body of a peasant boy who is already dying and that is where his new life begins. The world he wakes into is cruel. Death waits in the streets in the fields and on the roads. People lie for silver and kill for less. Power belongs to those who take it and mercy is rare Arthur starts with nothing. No family. No title. No protection. Just a broken body and a land that does not care if he lives or dies.If he wants to survive he has to learn fast. He has to fight work bleed and adapt. Every step forward is earned and every mistake costs blood. Watch as Arthur climbs his way from the bottom of society to make a name for himself and join the Game of Thrones. With the help of his Gamer System of course.

When a modern-day man dies saving a stranger from a runaway truck, he doesn’t find an afterlife—he finds a negotiation. Reborn as Michel Arryn, the firstborn son of Jon Arryn and Lysa Tully, he enters the world of A Song of Ice and Fire at the dawn of King Robert’s reign. But Michel isn't just a noble babe. He arrives armed with four divine gifts: a body forged by a super-soldier serum, an absolute immunity to the poisons that haunt the shadows of the Red Keep, the scientific genius of a modern polymath, and a destiny tied to the fire of a dragon’s egg. please this book is not belong to me i sbelon R.R MARTIN.

Harry Potter x Game of Thrones crossover. An adult Harry Potter dies during an experiment but his soul finds a new host in a very distant world. After experiencing death for countless years, Harry wakes up in the body of Joffrey Baratheon. Now he has to navigate this unknown world with strange magic while trying to figure out how to best use his new resources to accomplish his goals. It is a Game of Thrones fic so expect plenty of nudity and violence. This fic will have 18+ scenes, but they will be properly tagged so can skip them if you wish to.

(Crossover Fic) [R18 WARNING: NSFW/SMUT AHEAD] |Smut| |Harem| |Netori| |Taboo| Reincarnated as a red-haired bastard boy of a certain Riverlord, Ellion didn't regain his memories until he was an adolescent in Westeros. He would come to awaken three Traits, gifted to him by an unknown entity who made him a Template to Red-Haired Shanks. [Willpower of The Red Emperor] [Blade of Aggression] [Sexual Cultivation] Such were the abilities granted to Ellion Rivers, who became a swordsman in Westeros, rising to the top and gaining the attention of Aerys II Targaryen himself. But while his swordsmanship and battle power was great, his lust and urge to bed women was even greater. He would indulge in all women, married or maidens. It didn't matter what the potential consequences were, he would still bed anyone he desired. To cultivate his power, he would take anyone to his bed and he would ascend to greater heights. Due to his power, Ellion would eventually plan his rise during a certain event that was inevitable. For he was unable to quell the King's Madness, or he was too indifferent to do so. Regardless, he would intervene in his own way as his mere presence had rippled through the waters that were Westerosi History as some details of the world were quite different. [DISCLAIMERS] - Any Questionable things do not reflect on I, The Author. - Harem Smut/Netori/Taboo - Some key details are different (Won't spoil) - MC is reincarnated character with Shanks's powers from One Piece - Advanced Chapters on my Patreon (10+ chapters ahead) (ps: bonus points if you understand why the title is that) patreon.com/Yuri_Lover23

Jon Snow, the prince that was promised, was sent to the wall when he saved everyone from the tyranny of mad king born with brea*ts, yet is killed beyond the wall by those who feared his ancestry. However as the one favoured by Old gods and the New, he gets a chance again to become a King that the realm needs. For Advanced chapters [email protected] /A_Man5_Plight Disclaimer: I do not own Game of thrones or any of its characters. It is created by GRRM and HBO. This is a non-commercial fan work for entertainment purposes only. Cover isn't mine. Pics right belong to it's original owner.

A man from our world finds himself as a force sensitive during the New Sith Wars; he lives a full life of combat and adventure, eventually becoming renowned as a powerful Jedi Lord. Dying to defend his fief against an army of Sith, our MC dies a heroic death, sacrificing his life against the forces of evil in an epic duel. Thinking his chances depleted, he finds himself in another world he recognizes from seemingly fictional stories, as none but the beloved Robb Stark the day he receives news of his father’s capture with his force sensitivity intact. Yet once again, the Force has designs upon the Starks, and the bloodline of Winter Kings holds unfathomable mysteries within it. What are the changes coming with this new Robb Stark? And what is the relation of Planetos with the Force? 5 chaps in advance here: patreon.com/NiflheimA _____________________________________________________________________________________ Author's Note: The MC is familiar with the general plot but has forgot some of the details, he’s working with a combination of memories two lives away, the force, and his experience as a Jedi Lord of many years, so expect someone who knows and is capable of much, yet not completely perfect nor emotionally available. PS: This is largely wish fulfillement, so while I'll try to include some deep emotional plots, I suck, so keep at that. PS 2: I won't rewrite things that were already parts of canon, this is focused on stuff that is changed by the MC's actions. So if you don't see it, then it hapenned the same way it did in the original story.

this is a man who used to be a mortal a god and now a mortal again he's a man looking to have a better life then the one that he lived before this is the beginning of House Nemarion "Endure, Conquer, Ignite

Harry Potter, reborn as Jaehaerys Targaryen, son of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce, finds himself caught between dragonfire and destiny. Armed with memories of another life, he must navigate the deadly politics of House Targaryen, forge his own path in a family torn by ambition, and decide whether to embrace or defy the legacy of fire and blood. I hope you're enjoying the fanfiction so far! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. Whether you loved it, hated it, or have some constructive criticism, your feedback is super important to me. Feel free to drop a comment or send me a message with your thoughts. Can't wait to hear from you! If you're passionate about fanfiction and love discussing stories, characters, and plot twists, then you're in the right place! I've created a Discord server dedicated to diving deep into the world of fanfiction, especially my own stories. Whether you're a reader, a writer, or just someone who enjoys a good tale, I welcome you to join us for lively discussions, feedback sessions, and maybe even some sneak peeks into upcoming chapters, along with artwork related to the stories. Let's nerd out together over our favorite fandoms and explore the endless possibilities of storytelling! Click the link below to join the conversation: https://discord.com/invite/HHHwRsB6wd Can't wait to see you there! Thank you for your support!

He gazed upon the sea below him as the air rushed on his face. The summer years brought calm and he found some peace from seeing upon the sea extending from horizon to horizon. No past, no future, and no memory could be found within the limitless water. More peace than he had found in the last few years. He saw Cloudwynd's head turn slightly towards him, his constant companion occasionally flapping her wings to maintain their glide through the sky. He felt her concern for him, knowing when he would enter his brooding self. Dragons were passionate and took what they want, but the past few years have not been kind to him or his people, all of which Cloudwynd witnessed. "Everything will be alright, girl," he reassured in High Valyrian as he took his hand off one of her spines and reached forward to rub her neck, her bluish-greenish scales glistening in the sunlight. He got a snort from her in response, not really satisfied with his answer but decided to accept it. His only concern right now was to fly towards his destination, to ensure his people's safe passage. Beneath him were vessels ferrying those he was charged with towards their new destination, the last bastion for their people. Fifty ships carrying barely two thousand five hundred men, women, and children across water over four moon turns. Remnants of a great civilization long extinguished from the memory of those that now took their place. The land prowess of the Valyrian army through the Tarareons, cavalrymen and explorers who could boast about expanding the Freehold's reach without the dragons. Valyria's knowledge of blood magic, healing, and other rituals preserved through the Leniars. Lastly, the Rahitheons' skill as smiths, builders, and engineers preserved the wonders of Valyrian technology. The survival of their civilization and culture rested on all of them and one misstep could see the flame of Valyria die out for good. And then there was himself. Barely nine and ten, Jaenyx was the last scion of the Belaerys', one of the oldest and most powerful dragonlord families in old Valyria. A family that had great figures such as Jaenara Belaerys, the famed explorer of Sothoryos, included in their ancestry. Prompted by Valyria's leaders to recolonize the Basilisk Isles, the Belaerys' settled at the edge of Sothoryosi wilderness along with three other Valyrian families, all of whom could not hope to survive the dangers of that continent by themselves. Previous attempts to colonize the Basilisk Isles, seen as a first step towards further expansion south, had ended in failure. Yet, the new colony thrived under the Belaerys' stewardship. Being in the Basilisk Isles was what saved the colonists from the Doom. Unfortunately, despite nearly a century of inhabiting the Isles, a recent turn of events had put their people in dire circumstances and the Isles were no longer safe for them. Despairing over the coming extinction of Valyria, Jaenyx remembered that there was one other place that they could journey towards, a place where a certain dragonlord had fled to after his daugther's now prophetic warning about the destruction of the Freehold: Dragonstone. 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!

" Aegon Targaryen, Kinslayer, a man without honor, a fool played by bitter men and women. You were the prince that was promised, Azor Ahai, all our hopes and dreams, and just like with your life you refused to reach out and take it,. You refused to be who you were born to be, Why?" the voice called out. " I didn't know how to.". " No you did not, perhaps it's time you learn" the voice said. " Please." he said as the images of a life not lived played out in front of him, horrifying and revealing, Jon watched as secrets were revealed and a crossroads lay before him. 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!

“I know you are wealthy, Tyrion Lannister. As the younger son of Casterly Rock, you live in luxury and have guards and noble status. You do not need a friend like me.But now you have come to tell me that the stars are favoring me. Please, stand up for me in court.” “To be honest, I do not care in the slightest whether the stars favor you, and I never said I wanted to be your friend.” “Then at least hire me, Ser Tyrion.” In the depths of the Red Keep, Ser Odin asked desperately. If he wanted to eat, to live, to return to his home one day, there was only one path left—Become a knight whose very presence means money.