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The Bastard of Winterfell—cast aside, bound for exile beyond the Wall. But when a mysterious System awakens within him, whispering a Creed of shadows and steel, Jon Snow is given one chance: forge his fate… or be forgotten by it.

He was just another face in the crowd, until he woke up in Westeros as the trueborn first son of King Robert Baratheon and Queen Cersei Lannister. A prince with the blood of lions and stags… and something else entirely. Because unlike the rest of this brutal world, he sees life through Gamer-like mechanics, complete with stats, skills, quests, and a mysterious system straight out of a D&D campaign. Armed with power, knowledge, and the ambition neither of his parents possessed, he doesn’t just plan to survive the Game of Thrones. He plans to conquer it. Old gods, new gods, dragons, and prophecies, none of it matters if you can grind high enough. But in a realm where power is paid for in blood and loyalty is rare, every choice he makes could shift the fate of kingdoms. Self-Insert. D&D/Gamer System. AU timeline. Harem. +18 to be safe. Tags may shift as story evolves. Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. All rights to A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones belong to their respective creators. This story is purely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are coincidental. I do not claim ownership of the cover image.

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.] p@treon.com/shadowauthor

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] p@treon.com/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.

The North remembers—but some wolves are forgotten by design. Years before war tears the Seven Kingdoms apart, Cregan Stark, the quiet and cunning twin of Robb Stark, bearing scars, secrets, and strength forged in North . While others see only Ned Stark's second son, the truth is far more dangerous: Cregan commands wealth, warriors, and a wolf-blooded will to protect the North and his family at any cost. Canon divergence Canon starts in 300 AC Robb is married and is 20 years old Cregan is younger twin of Robb stark This is not the story of thrones or dragons. This is the story of a wolf born in winter... and the blood that binds him. KILL THE MAN AND LET THE WOLF BE REBORN All rights of characters is with GRR Martin except my orginals It Is Edited by Ai

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

[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

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 Brave.” “And what goal is that?”

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 ?

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.

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

“I, Aegon Targaryen the second of his name, write this to you, my kin and forebears, to swear these solemn words. With a heavy heart, I vow to forsake the name, honor, and legacy of our great house. I renounce the bloodline that courses through my veins and the privileges that come with it. No longer shall I bear the name that has been bestowed upon me by birthright. I sever the ties that bind me to this ancestral abode, relinquishing my claim to its halls and lands." -Aegon II —------------------------------------------ Or SOIAF fan who’s also an Air Force pilot is reborn as Aegon the Second, and he would rather spoil his dragon than become the usurper king.

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

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.

He woke up in Westeros believing he could be better. The books lied. The songs were wrong. This world doesn’t reward mercy it punishes it. A modern man reborn as Aegon II Targaryen starts with ideals: avoid the Dance, protect the innocent, be the king Westeros needs. But the first time a knife grazes his fingers, the first time a lord’s "loyalty" requires the execution of an entire house, he learns the truth: This isn’t a story. It’s a survival game. Helaena’s love can’t shield him. His children’s lives are bargaining chips. And the throne? It isn’t won with good intentions it’s taken with blood and held with terror. So let them call him ruthless. Let the maesters write of his cruelty. He’ll burn every last enemy before he ends up like the other Aegon a corpse rotting beneath the Red Keep. For early access to chapters, head over to my Website or Patreon, perseusblackfyre-shop.fourthwall.com patreon.com/PerseusBlackfyre

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.

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!

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!

In which, Aelora Velaryon finds herself the subject of her brother and uncles affection.