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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.

Something about Jaime was different—his demeanor, his way of thinking—and whether that change would prove a blessing or a curse, only time would tell. ---- *This is an uplift story, we will see the rise of technology in Westeros. *Update every Wednesday and Saturday

What if the body of Robb Stark, capable of bravely leading soldiers into battle, but unable to discern people, were to be inhabited by a man who at one time became a symbol of the ideal sovereign, but who failed to achieve his goals in life.

oh Geez! It's another House of the Dragon fanfic with the son of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce as the MC. So, hotdog... And yeah... none of this is original. Credit to GRR Martin and whoever owns House of the Dragon stuff. This is just a fanfic and that's it.

"Oops, You Died—Now You’re a Vampire Lord in Westeros!" Unfortunately, your life has come to an untimely end—and to make things worse, you can’t remember anything. But death isn’t the end for you. Instead, you’re given a second chance: rebirth in the brutal world of Westeros… as a Progenitor Vampire, one of the most powerful of your kind. As a welcome gift, you’re granted a few special items to help you survive. But there’s a catch—you must complete dangerous missions in this unforgiving land. From navigating the Game of Thrones to facing the horrors beyond the Wall, your new existence won’t be easy. —good luck, you’ll need it! I'm delighted to have reached so many people. If you want to continue supporting me, I'll leave my Patreon where in a few days you'll be able to read all the chapters (so far) of the story. pa treon.com/TheJagger

Instead of seeking out Lyanna, what happens when Rhaegar has a child with Cersei Lannister that is kept secret from Robert after the Rebellion? What happens when Jon Snow is raised in a completely different family?

A modern man. A reenactor who dreamed of knights, honor, and history. But when the Seven summon him, his dream turns into a nightmare. His new identity? Joffrey Baratheon — the most hated king in Westeros. His new reality? The very day the boy-king is fated to choke to death at his own wedding. --- This is a translation! Original author: “СкальдЪ”

An accident transported Galon into the body of the sole heir of Galbart Glover, lord of Deepwood Motte. It was the eve before Eddard Stark rode south. For the sake of his house, Galon chose to claim Sansa Stark first. Years later, seated upon the Iron Throne and gazing over the Seven Kingdoms, Galon Glover would still remember the night he dueled Joffrey for Sansa.

Prince Aegon—third son of Prince Baelon Targaryen, great-great-grandson and namesake of the great Aegon the Conqueror—was never meant to survive his first year. But the Gods, having laughed their fill at their own original designs, altered the fates of men in mere jest. Now, Viserys and Daemon Targaryen have a younger brother, in whom the realm sees the third head of the dragon from the royal sigil. What life have the Gods ordained for him? What mark will he leave upon the history of the Seven Kingdoms? --- This is a translation Raw novel: “Третья голова дракона” --- Read advance chapters on my Patreon Patreon(.)com/WinterScribe

When a game developer from modern-day Earth wakes in the body of Prince Aegon Targaryen, the long-forgotten third son of Baelon the Brave, he expects nothing more than a swift, bloody end in the shadows of his more famous brothers, Viserys and Daemon. But fate has other plans. Aegon remembers everything: dragons, fire, politics... and the unfinished class tree system he’d been coding at the time of his death. Somehow, it lives within him now, reborn in his soul. Each decision grants him access to traits and abilities no Targaryen has ever wielded; [Pyromancer], [Demon Knight], and secrets yet to be unlocked. As the Seven Kingdoms groan under the weight of scheming lords, rising dragons, and prophetic whispers of doom, Aegon walks a knife’s edge, one foot in prophecy, the other in rebellion against fate itself. With a mind sharpened by two lifetimes and power drawn from beyond the known world, he’ll either forge a new destiny for House Targaryen... or burn it all down. Disclaimer: This is a House of the Dragon / A Song of Ice and Fire fanfiction written by Deep__Aureate. It was first published on other platforms and is now officially reposted here on Webnovel. Any other version claiming to be the source is unauthorized.

Before you stands a living legend. The Laughing Storm reborn. Dragoon, Pyromancer, Hydra Mage. Chain-breaker, Night-slayer, and future Emperor of Valyria. Too many titles? Don’t worry. They all belong to one man. Gendry. Once a nameless blacksmith. Now a force the world can no longer ignore. This is the story of his return and his rise to power.

A 27 year old struggling artist dies and reborn as Rhaenyra's twin. ---- *** Skip to Volume Two: SUMMER if you want to read events from the start date of the TV show

I’ve transmigrated! The bad news: I’ve become Tyrion Lannister from Game of Thrones. The good news: in this world, Tyrion isn’t a dwarf. As Tywin Lannister’s second son and heir to Casterly Rock, Tyrion grew up spoiled and unrestrained. He’s tall, handsome, and carries long pale-gold hair that gleams faintly silver under the night. One eye emerald, the other violet—an unsettling charm that earned him the nickname “Lust Demon.” Now armed with memories from another world, noble blood, and irresistible looks, Tyrion is ready to dominate the Seven Kingdoms. Countless lovers surround him, yet—does he truly love only one? A harem or a single heart? Magic, dragons, White Walkers, Citadel plots—no system, low magic, close to canon.

Lo Quen was in his dorm room playing League of Legends, jungling with Shyvana, when he was suddenly transported into the world of Game of Thrones. There, he became Gerion Lannister’s ceremonial slave and was taken into the ruins of Valyria. In that moment of despair, he obtained the True Dragon System, which granted him the power to transform into a dragon. With it, he made a narrow escape from the Valyrian ruins and stepped onto the grand stage of A Song of Ice and Fire. Years later, the world stood united. No longer a humble slave, he was crowned with the blood of the True Dragon and honored with the titles: Conqueror of the World, Dragonlord, Emperor of the Great Empire of the Dawn, God-Emperor of Yiti, and the sole rightful ruler and guardian of Essos, Westeros, and Sothoryos. From the ashes of Valyria to the heights of supremacy, this is the epic of a mortal who became a dragon and conquered the world.

Greene Kleb, a modern man, awakens in Westeros as the young Baron of Whispering Castle. No system. No cheats. No harem. Only a crumbling keep, a forgotten family, and a swamp crest that few remember. The great game has already begun. Kings rise and fall, lords plot in shadows, and the Iron Throne stands as the prize above all. Greene knows only one truth: in this world of ice and fire, mercy is weakness, and loyalty must be forged, not begged. Armed with wit sharper than any sword and a will as cold as winter, he begins his Machiavellian climb. Step by step, the Baron of Whispering Castle will carve his name into the songs of Westeros. And when the last embers settle, only one question remains— Who will sit the Iron Throne of Ice and Fire?

In this continent ruled by thousand-year-old families, bloodline means everything. Glory, power, even the right to survive—are all decided by birth. But I am only a hunter’s descendant. No noble blood. No inheritance. No future. So how do I climb to the highest seat of power and join this deadly feast of thrones? A broken golden finger? A glimpse of the future? Or just sheer, ruthless luck? One thing is certain—this game belongs to those who dare to defy fate.

When Lyanna Stark is taken and Rickard and Brandon burn, the North rises. But not only under Ned Stark’s banners. At just fifteen, Artos Stark—forged in battle, driven by wolf-blood—rallies greybeards, Umbers, mountain clans, and even the Skagosi out of isolation. Leading from the front, he wins impossible battles: outnumbered by the Reach, defying the Crown’s hosts, carving legends in steel and blood.Gifted—or cursed—with the warg’s sight, astride his white stallion Snow and an eagle called Rick, Artos becomes more beast than man in war. Enemies scream of the “Demonwolf,” a Stark born of fury, who makes kings and knights alike tremble.But rage is a double-edged blade. As rebellion burns across Westeros, Artos must decide whether he is a commander of men…or a monster of the Old Gods.

This is a slow-burn romance fantasy novel . In a land divided by elements and ruled by powerful lords blessed by ancient gods-Ignarion, god of fire. Vireon -god of storms. Caelion- god of wind. Neryth-god of ice and water. And Thalor, god of earth. Every alliance forged and every oath sworn carries the weight of divine power... and ancient prophecy. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the beloved daughter of Emberhold, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. But after the devastating War of Ashmere, a tragic curse left her scarred, hidden away, forgotten, and scorned by her own blood. When whispers from the North threaten to end her engagement, Aurelia’s heart shatters. But before her world crumbles completely, a storm rises. Valerian Stormborne, the ambitious and enigmatic Lord of valkoron, steps forward to claim her. Now bound to a tempest, Aurelia finds herself caught in a whirlwind of betrayal, political games, and the unexpected warmth of love from her tempestuous husband… and her little Vaelric. But beneath the surface of mortal schemes, the gods begin to stir. Buried deep in the ashes of Caelmont lies an ancient prophecy: A child blessed by all five gods, born of powers that should never mix, will either unite the fractured realms… or bring about their ruin. Now, every Lord wants that child. Every kingdom seeks to control fate. But the gods? They have plans of their own.

the fall of the Targaryen dynasty was nothing short of idiocy of the Targaryen's themselves but what if prince Viserys Targaryen the bigger king in another life was not an obsessive fool what if he was man who had only one wish and it was to save his sister and niece

Don't read it , worst story, bad grammar, pokemon vibes, ai used, blah blah blah. WARNING:CHAPTERS ARE SHORT, MC IS NOT PETER PARKER( due to rewrite), STORY DEVELOPMENT IS SLOW. HAREM WILL BE THERE, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO MULTIPLE FAMILY MEMBERS , OFCOURSE OTHERS NOT MC.AI IS USED TO IMPROVE GRAMMAR. YOU ARE READING AT YOUR OWN RISK. this is a original fanfiction . all characters belongs to their original owner.