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Jin Mu-Won, the Sword Saint of Murim, dies in a final stand against the combined might of the evil sects that sought to consume his world. In his last breath, he vows to remain a shield for the innocent — and is torn from his dying world into another: Westeros, on the cusp of Robert’s Rebellion. Alone, wounded, and stripped of much of his strength, Jin wanders the kingdoms, learning their people and their ways. He aids villages plagued by soldiers and bandits alike, gaining a reputation as a mysterious, foreign protector — a man who fights with wood as though it were steel, who asks for nothing in return. On the road, Jin encounters Ashara Dayne, who witnesses his strength and his quiet righteousness. Through her, he is drawn into the politics and bloodlines of Westeros, and soon meets Elia Martell, sister to Prince Doran and Princess of Dragonstone, who finds in Jin not a knight, but a man who sees her strength where others see only fragility. As rebellion spreads across the realm, Jin finds himself at the heart of it — not by choice, but by the vow he has never broken: to shield those who cannot shield themselves. The whispers of war grow louder in King’s Landing, and already the innocent are caught between the ambitions of lords and the madness of kings. But Jin Mu-Won did not fall in Murim to stand idle here. His resolve will be tested, his strength tempered, and his vow will pull him into the fates of those history would otherwise abandon.

Warning: This is AU. This does not follow canon. —————— Prince Jaehaerys, third son of the Mad King, returns to the capital at the command of his brother, King Rhaegar. Whispers call him "the prince of scrolls"—a young man with a passion for maesters and knowledge. Now, he must take the hand of Princess Daenerys in marriage, a union that promises castle and gold. But what reason does he have to refuse when his own nephew, Prince Daemon, seeks his death? Will he allow his nephew to claim victory? And why does one dragon fear the wrath of another? “If marrying my sister grants me the means to achieve my goals, I will not hesitate to fight—not even against the one said to be equal to Ser Barristan the Bold.” “And what goal is that?” For advanced chapters: [email protected]/WalderBlack

Another family of dragonlords escaped from Valyria — but instead of ending up in Westeros like the Targaryens, they found their way to Romania, or rather, to the magical Romania of the Harry Potter world.

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. [Add the book to your collection. Send it some power stones. Leave a rating and a review.] [Access advanced chapter on P@treon. Replace @ with a. One additional advanced chapter each week on P@treon. ] [email protected]/imaginarywriter 

A traveler leaps across famous TV worlds, facing epic battles and mysteries. With each new universe, thrilling challenges and unique powers await—every adventure stands alone and surprises at every turn. The overarching plot connects to universes such as: Game of Thrones (Song of Ice and Fire) Resident Evil 3 (Resident Evil + Evil Forces) Chronicle (Superpower movie) X-Men Pirates of the Caribbean Constantine (Hellblazer movie) Unlock exclusive access to advanced chapters: patreon.com/A_divin5

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.

[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

A nameless child lands in Westeros with a golden dragon as his only possession. No one knows where he comes from, nor how he survived the slavery of Essos. Behind eyes too sharp for his age hides a dangerous mind, capable of transforming the world with strokes of ingenuity and ambition. In a kingdom still scarred by rebellion, his rise has only just begun—and those who cross his path will realize too late that he is not a simple boy, but the promise of an upheaval. This is the story of Tony Stark, reborn in the world of Game of Thrones. Warnings: This is a slow-paced story; even though Tony is a genius, he won't be churning out a new invention every other day. There will be no harem, and it's not certain there will even be any romance. He will not become a nobleman; he will not go to the North. Finally, this is the umpteenth wish-fulfillment and progression fanfic set in a medieval world. So, this is just for fun. Happy reading.

What if before setting out of Winterfell to save his father and sisters, Robb gets a vision of a past life? What will happen in the future?

When Jon Snow is secretly raised by Ashara Dayne in Dorne, his identity becomes shrouded in mystery. Is he merely Jon Sand, a bastard of the South, or still Jon Snow, the rumored bastard of Winterfell? Or does his heritage reveal something far greater—something that could shake the Seven Kingdoms to its core? As Jon navigates a life torn between Dorne’s warmth and the North’s icy shadows, secrets of his parentage unravel, setting him on a path to discover his true destiny. You can support me at my Website or Patreon at patreon.com/PerseusBlackfyre and perseusblackfyre-shop.fourthwall.com respectively, where you can early access to chapters and some exclusive content.

The words from the letter before him hit him hard, and he felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him, probably because it had. He could not believe what had been said in the letter, he could not believe the king would do such a thing, he knew the king was mad, but this? This was an act of pure lunacy, something only someone so depraved and insane could do. That he had done it not to just one person but to all of Brandon’s companions was something that shocked him. It showed just how far gone Aerys was, he was no longer the smiling and charming man of his youth, in his place gods Rickard did not know what he was. As if trying to shake of the fear and the horror or rather trying to confirm it he spoke. “Can you read the letter again Maester Walys?” The maester who had been in Winterfell for as long as Rickard could somewhat remember looked at him sorrowfully and spoke once more. “In the name of his most royal highness King Aerys Targaryen, second of his name King of the Seven Kingdoms, we do hereby announce the death of Brandon Stark heir to Winterfell and son of Lord Rickard Stark. Lord Brandon proved to be treasonous beyond measure and threatened not only the life of our son and heir Prince Rhaegar, but has also been plotting to remove us from our gods given throne. For these crimes, we sentenced Brandon Stark to death by fire. We do hereby request that Lord Rickard Stark come with his children to renew his fealty to the throne, and to show us that he is not a traitor unlike his son.” If you enjoyed this Fanfic and want to read more, please consider supporting me on Patreon for advanced chapters! Your support means the world and helps me continue creating. Visit: my website https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or patreon.com/PercivalLannister. Thank you!

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!

" You were always so full of spirit, brother. Such a little terror you and Shaggydog were and even on the coldest nights on the Wall I could find a smile on my face as I remembered you all. You and Arya were cut from the same cloth, both so full of life and so keen to explore. She may have been Underfoot but you weren't too far from being so yourself." Jon said his voice sounded as if he was trying to be happy and yet it was very much not. Rickon tried to answer, tried to speak to his brother, and found he could not, though he did welcome the sound of Jon's voice and the words he continued to speak. It had been so long since he'd heard anyone he'd named as his kin. So long that he was sure he'd never hear them again and so he listened as Jon spoke and he felt the cold begin to be replaced by a warmth he'd not felt since before his father had left Winterfell all those years ago. " This is not how your life ends, Rickon. The gods aren't finished with you yet and your family misses you greatly. Come back to us brother, come back for I fear I cannot do what I must alone." Jon said softly. The flames began to wash over him and yet he felt no fear and it wasn't until he saw the blue eyes and the wall of ice that he began to worry. It was with the images of what seemed to be dead men marching that he awoke from and his panic threatened to overwhelm him only for him to see his brother and to then feel his arms wrap tightly around 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!

" 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!

In the year 87 AC, another public scandal erupted in the Royal Family that was still reeling from the transgressions of Saera Targaryen. Princess Viserra and Prince Baelon were found abed by the Kingsguard. King Jaehaerys rushed to have them married especially after Princess Viserra was found to have missed her moonblood to prevent this scandal from going further. House Manderly was affronted by this disgrace for which a public apology was issued by the Iron Throne but the deed had been done much to Queen Alysanne's dismay. The next year Princess Viserra gave birth to Maekar Targaryen. It is said that after coming to his senses, Prince Baelon was horrified by his lack of judgment and moment of weakness that he never once again touched Princess Viserra much less shared her bed, yet it was too late. After his investiture as Prince of Dragonstone in the year 92 AC, he sent her and his son Maekar to Dragonstone away from the court where they would come to King's Landing only for certain important occasions. However, this would change after the Great Council of 101 AC wherein they would move to the Red Keep. 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!

What if the three White Knights, guarding the Tower of Joy knew of Ned Stark's search for his sister. What if they were able to meet him in secret and concoct a plan to keep the new-born King safe until he could reclaim his rightful throne. Jon (Aegon Targaryen) grows up, helped by a small group that secretly prepares Westeros for the restoration of the Targaryen dynasty. As he comes of age, Jon gradually takes charge of his own destiny. This is a Jon-centric story where he claims his birthright and has dragons. Daenerys' life is vastly different compared to canon. She will meet Jon without having conquered Essos and has a long way to go before becoming a dragonrider in her own right. Endgame, however, will be a happy Jonerys riding dragons together and ruling as equals. You can read advance chapters of "Legacy of Fire and Ice" on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!

Robert huffed; he would not give his friend all of the tools. Let him figure some of it out himself. "Wherever you think best." Before his friend could press the matter, he changed the topic. "Now, I did not just come to ask you to be my hand. I also came to suggest something else." "Your Grace?" Ned replied. "I wish to strengthen the bond between our families. We shall be united in blood as we would have been had Lya and I married." Robert said. "Your daughter and my son are of an age; they shall be betrothed, and the girl shall accompany us south." "I…" Ned stammered. Robert continued. "And your eldest son and my daughter Myrcella are of an age. They shall be married before we leave for King's Landing." Robert saw his friend's mouth open in shock once more. He grinned. "Well? Are you going to answer or are you going to keep gaping at me like a fish?" Ned stared at him then took a deep breath. "I…I am…I am honoured by this favour, Your Grace." Robert felt his grin widen and he pulled Ned into a crushing embrace. "Our families were meant to be united, Ned. This time they will be." 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.

"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… Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/MaegorPotter

Jaehaerys raised his chin, undaunted. This man couldn't harm him, he reminded himself, that's why he brought Prince Viserys to the capital in the first place. "I am the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A dragon. You are nothing more than a fool who befriended one," Jaehaerys replied, having prepared that line in advance. It had the desired effect. The Small Council members turned to look at Connington. The man trembled with rage, balling his fists. Strangely, he reminded Jae of Viserys. "And if I don't?" he asked. "If you don't, Lord Baratheon will take this tale back home. Ser Jaime will wonder out loud every chance he gets why our Lord Regent was so unwilling to protect the Crown Prince though he'd been aware of his mistreatment the entire time. Soon enough, the entire realm will know." Jaehaerys tilted his head. "And I wonder how my family in the North will feel about that." "Not to mention the common people, when they hear an up-jumped minor Lord, my bannerman no less, dared to harm a Prince of the Blood. They remember the only reason you're in power is because you took advantage of the chaos at the end of the Rebellion," Lord Stannis seconded Jaehaerys, the large man and the little boy glaring at the Lord Regent in unison. His face grew so red, it matched his hair. Jaehaerys feared his head might explode. In the end, Lord vary broke the silence when he said, "Perhaps the Prince's suggestion is sound. Prince Viserys should be sent to Dragonstone. Out of sight and out of mind, as they say." Finally, Connington gave a nod. So slight, one could doubt he agreed at all. "But Daenerys stays," Jaehaerys pushed on. "I won't have her at Dragonstone where Viserys can torment her." "Fine!" Connington said, "Now, begone." "You don't order the Crown Prince around, fool!" Stannis protested. "That's quite alright, Lord Baratheon," he said, looking up at him with a small smile. "I was leaving anyway." Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/MaegorPotter

The story of the Blessed and the Cursed Prince, and his Song of Fire and Blood. No System No Reincarnation No SI No Other-Universe Powers This Fanfic is based on the ASOIAF Books. Yes, the Books! So, all the warnings that apply to the book series, apply here. This Story is an AU (Alternate Universe). There will be a lot of changes here, and the MC is an Original Character. In addition to the MC, we will be seeing some more OG Characters, but the characters you are familiar with will very much remain part of this story. Do not forget to check the Tags! Join me on Discord! The link is in my Profile. You can also support this story and read ahead on P@treon. Link can be found in my profile or you can ask for it on Discord.