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In the sun-drenched halls of Pentos, the broken prince Viserys Targaryen dies… and a modern man awakens inside his body with every memory of the grim future that awaits Westeros. Granted the Conqueror System, he secretly launches a website on Earth—“Dragon’s Ascent VR”—luring gamers with the promise of 100% realistic, fully immersive Game of Thrones gameplay. Approved applicants receive hyper-realistic helmets; they believe they’re logging into the ultimate open-world MMO. In truth, they manifest as living, breathing soldiers, generals, healers, spymasters, and ministers in Planetos—loyal to their unseen Game Master through unbreakable System contracts.

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!) 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-goddess 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. For centuries, each lord has coveted more power, more dominion, and more control. One spark is all it takes to ignite war. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the pride and beloved daughter of Ashmere. A beautiful warrior princess, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. All of that shatters the day the witch Ishara curses her. After the devastating War of Ashmere, Her face becomes scarred, her magic fractures, and her family locks her away in the tallest tower, too ashamed to let the world see what she has become. Even her fiancé, the Lord of Winter, abandons her for another. But destiny refuses to let her fade. 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 Thunder, 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 husband's son who calls her mother. 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. Now Aurelia stands at the center of obsession and war. The Lord of Winter who rejected her wants her back. The Lord of Wind hides desire behind a cunning smile. Her sister, plots from the shadows. And Valerian, the man who swore she'd "never be a wife," to him begins to burn for her with a passion he cannot control. Caught between storms, gods, and a love that could destroy kingdoms, Aurelia must rise—or the realms will fall.

Reborn in Westeros as the sole heir of House Duskbane, a defiant house that never bent the knee to Aegon, William wields a mysterious System that grants powers, skills, and quests. With his butler Alfred at his side, he must train, survive, and rise to seize the life he’s been given.

Ramsay wins the Battle of Bastards. Jon Snow is chained and forced to watch as his sister Sansa suffers endless cruelty in his own home. Pregnant and broken, Sansa clings to life while hidden rebels light the first spark of revenge. Dark escape, blood, and rising fire will the North finally strike back? Intense, brutal alternate Game of Thrones tale. (87 words)

A gladiator?! Who? Me!! How the fuck can I become a gladiator with this skinny ass-- Wait!! Is that a fucking bear? Now, how in seven hells am I supposed to-- Oh, so you've given me a panel to assist. That's better, then! Now, should I just take over Meereen or wait for Daenerys to come and rescue me?

Kaelen Stark is born into a freezing and brutal world. He is the second son of Winterfell and the twin brother to the wild and beloved Brandon. But Kaelen is entirely different from the very first breath he takes. His hair is as white as fresh snow. His bright green eyes watch the world with a chilling and intense calculation. Trapped within the fragile skull of an infant is a mind containing ten billion years of human scientific progress. He remembers the exact speed of light and the complex chemical formulas required to cure a thousand diseases. But in a primitive land where massive castles are heated by inefficient open fires and the winters can last an entire generation, that vast knowledge means absolutely nothing if he cannot survive the freezing cold. When Kaelen learns the true nature of the long winters a profound terror grips his perfectly logical mind. He looks at his gentle mother Lyarra and his loud twin brother Brandon and knows they are utterly defenseless against the coming darkness. To protect the family he has grown to fiercely love, the White Wolf makes a silent and unbreakable vow in the ancient godswood. He will drag the frozen North out of the dark ages using the absolute power of concrete and steel and steam. This is an epic tale of survival and relentless innovation. It is the sweeping story of how one man transforms the poorest kingdom in Westeros into an invincible and highly industrialized fortress. But progress always attracts dangerous and hidden enemies. From the quiet poisons of Citadel maesters to the mad kings sitting on distant iron chairs, the world will desperately try to tear down everything he builds. Kaelen will have to forge his body in the bloody mercenary wars of Essos, navigate the treacherous politics of the Seven Kingdoms, and suffer devastating personal losses to keep his fragile pack alive. With his brilliant mind and the unyielding support of his fierce wife Alys Karstark, Kaelen will raise a new generation of Starks prepared to face the end of the world. He will earn the title of the Demon Wolf on the bloodsoaked battlefield and the Warden of Winter in the high halls of power. The dead are marching in the deep dark of the far north. A terrible war is coming that no beautiful song or ancient prophecy can truly win. But Kaelen Stark does not believe in prophecy. He believes in preparation. The pack survives. The North remembers. The White Wolf is ready. DISCLAIMER This is a fan made, unofficial work created for entertainment purposes only. I do not claim ownership of the original series, characters, or settings. All rights belong to their respective copyright holders.

Male SI, transmigrated into Jaime Lannister's body during the day of Mad king Aerys death. Not my work (copy/paste) just an attempt to shed light on something decent that has been on hiatus since 2018 Source: https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/a-lion-beyond-death-au-got-si.663742/ If you want to contact the original author: Emperor Tippy https://www.the-sietch.com/index.php?members/emperor-tippy.8/#latest-activity

He died in a meaningless accident. When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer himself. Now reborn as Jon Snow, the so-called Bastard of Winterfell, he finds himself trapped in the brutal world of Game of Thrones, years before the wars, betrayals, and the Long Night. Armed with memories of another life and knowledge of what is yet to come, he must decide: Will he follow the path of honor that leads to tragedy… Or will he rewrite the fate of Westeros? In a land where power is taken with blood and crowns are forged in fire, the Bastard of the North may become something far more terrifying than destiny ever intended. Winter is coming. But this time… it will not come unprepared. In this book there will be harem and even incest, as well as +18 scenes, so if that is not for you, do not read. NO NTR, NO YURI.

THE NORTHERN STAR A Song of Ice and Fire Fanfiction Kaelen Stark is born the second son of Winterfell, twin to the wild and beloved Brandon. His hair is white as snow. His eyes are green as spring. And his mind holds secrets no child should carry. He keeps them hidden. He watches. He learns. He builds. With a bastard outcast at his side, he transforms the North. Glass, steel, roads, men trained for war. He takes his soldiers across the Narrow Sea and returns with a name that makes enemies tremble. The Demon Wolf. But shadows watch him too. A maester with southern ties. Lords who fear a strong North. And beyond the Wall, something ancient stirs. When the Mad King burns his father and brother, Kaelen leads the North to war. He speaks for the dead when no one else will. He returns home with a crown no Stark has worn in centuries. Warden of Winter. The years that follow bring growth, enemies, and secrets. Children are born. Bastards are brought home. A city rises. A fleet sails. And through it all, Kaelen prepares for something only he can see. Then the storms come. Some secrets are only revealed in the end. Some wolves wear white for a reason. DISCLAIMER This is a fan made, unofficial work created for entertainment purposes only. I do not claim ownership of the original series, characters, or settings. All rights belong to their respective copyright holders.

Arya Stark, the girl with a list and a sword, gets thrown into a whole new level of crazy. She wakes up one day and it's like, "What the... I'm the Avatar?" . Now she's gotta juggle bending elements, dealing with spirits, and playing politics in Westeros, all while this icy darkness is creeping in. Survival's gonna take more than just sharp steel, more like soul-deep strength .

This is a fanfiction of *A Song of Ice and Fire* and *Game of Thrones*. The protagonist is reborn as Mufasa Vishy, the bastard son of Jaime Lannister, the "Kingslayer." He was originally supposed to be secretly killed by Cersei, but Robert, to humiliate the Lannister family, restored Mufasa's surname and even adopted him to Tyrion Lannister, the "Little Imp." "Later generations will call me the Lionheart, but I prefer them to call me the Golden Lion King. I am Mufasa Lannister, the first Master of the Lionheart Order, and the first Emperor of Westeros," Mufasa writes in his autobiography. Read Extra Chapter Visit My Patreon I have only 1 tier 19$ Tier – Access to 40 advance chapters patreon.com/Lempil patreon.com/Lempil

“My son, on the day you were born, all of Westeros whispered your name, Arthas…” —Tywin Lannister. “Enough with the nonsense.” Arthas Lannister, clad in heavy black armor, his face mostly hidden by a sapphire-encrusted helmet, slowly approached, a greatsword of deep blue, engraved with a skull and ram's head, held in his right hand. “Speak your last words, Father!”

History and the Scriptures both record the legend of Sir Kal-El, the Duke of Bloodwind, the Father of Dragons, the Bloodbathed, and the Holy Emperor—a hero born of both noble and common blood. He was the one who lit the bonfire during the Long Night and ushered in the Eternal Summer. Founder of the Aiur Dynasty, god of resurrection, and restorer of the Kingdom of Heaven—his story began humbly, as the captain of a band of mercenaries. With his Blackrock Mercenaries, he stepped into a ruthless game of thrones that was never meant for him. At the Cross Inn, he slew two Kingsguard knights with his sword and was gloriously knighted for his valor. In Winterfell, he uncovered the dark secrets and twisted schemes of the Lion twins, saving the second son of House Stark who was fated to fall from the tower. The King’s fury soon ignited, and war broke out between the crown and the Lannisters of the West. On battlefields shrouded in smoke and blood, Tywin Lannister never learned the meaning of surrender. Hidden conspiracies and the cruel calculations of human ambition unfolded in the shadows, until the tides of fate turned and the scales of power were balanced into a fragile “fairness.” The Baratheon throne stood on the brink of collapse... ——— High in the mountains, Robert’s illegitimate daughter was raised as his eldest son. Into this child’s body entered a soul from another world. With the aid of a mysterious game-like system known as “Farmer’s Quest,” Carl Stone began his journey through this world of ice and fire.

Before you stands the reincarnation of the Laughing Storm, the legendary Dragoon, the supreme Pyromancer, the unstoppable Hydra Mage, the charismatic Wild Deer, the Shatterer of Chains, the Destroyer of the Long Night, the collector of Dragonwolf Flowers, and the only sun on both sides of the Narrow Sea—the Emperor of the Valyrian Empire. What? Too many titles to remember? Then just call him Gendry, the blacksmith who rose to power.

"Honorable warrior, Westeros is facing a great crisis. While the southern kingdoms are engulfed in the chaos of war, a threat from the northern ice plains has already quietly arrived. Are you willing to become the hero who saves the continent? Confirm / Decline." When Ethan Cole accidentally clicked the "Confirm" button, the gears of fate began to turn. The people of Westeros would soon face a fateful choice: the scorching sunlight from another world, or the burning dragonfire from across the ocean? And those destined to stir up a storm across the continent would live vastly different lives…

“Oh, gods! You’re alive!” The voice was faint, far away, but Jaime recognized it as he would recognize no other. Tyrion. It was Tyrion. Had Tyrion died too? The acrid sting of tears pricked the backs of Jaime’s eyes at the thought that his little brother had died right along with him and Cersei. Tyrion had always been the best of them. If anyone had deserved to live, it was Tyrion. Jaime wished there was something he could do to save his little brother, but he knew it was already too late. There was nothing either of them could do now. Clackety, clackety, clack. The sound of bricks hitting stone grew faster, more frenzied, more urgent. Jaime tried to draw in another breath, and thankfully, this time, he didn’t choke on it. “Stay calm.” Tyrion’s voice sounded closer this time. “I’m going to get you out of there. Stay with me, Jaime. Please.” If you want to support, visit my patreon page, you will get advance chapters and early access to exclusive contents https://patreon.com/AureliaBlackwood

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A modern man from our real world and perhaps weary of his everyday existence—meets an abrupt end and awakens reincarnated in Westeros as Aegon, the second son of King Aegon IV Targaryen, the infamous Aegon the Unworthy.

Medieval life really sucked. There was no toilet paper, running water, or even the internet. If he ever finds the bastard who's bright idea it was to isekai him, Aurion would give him a well deserved slap. Instead of spending his time on the internet he's busy scrubbing chamber pots and digging latrines. Where was the fairness in that? Isekai mangas and reincarnation novels were scams!

House of the Dragon Side Story Transmigrated as the nephew of a mercenary captain in Essos, Tiberius Mord wanted nothing more than to live the easy life of a rich man—far, far away from the bloody chaos of the Dance of the Dragons that was coming. But destiny has a wicked sense of humor. One brutal clash in Essos—the Battle of the Golden Spurs—shot his name across the Known World overnight. Famous whether he liked it or not, the reluctant hero gets dragged, kicking and screaming, straight into the Targaryen family’s savage war for the throne. And that’s when everything went gloriously off the rails: He only meant to help Prince Daemon drill a decent company of troops and cavalry to make the prince look good. Instead, he forged Westeros’s very first professional standing army—the legendary Dragonflame Legion. All he wanted was to quietly develop a patch of land on the Crab Claw Peninsula, make a little side money, and build himself a comfortable villa. What he got was a ruthless commercial empire that monopolized the sugar and fine-wine trade across the Narrow Sea. He figured he’d dash off a flattering royal history book to suck up to the crown and pocket some easy royalties. It became the official propaganda bible for House Targaryen. Years later, Tiberius sits on the Iron Throne, fingers idly tracing its vicious iron spikes, and sighs to his inner circle with pure resignation: “Boys… I swear on the Seven, all I ever wanted at the start was to be a simple deserter.”