female lucerys velaryon fanfiction

Laenor Velaryon was a disappointment. Heir to the richest house in Westeros, Dragonrider, Knight of the Seventh Kingdom, Consort to the heir to the throne, and yet he was dead before his thirtieth birthday, left no heirs of his body, and was forgotten in less than a generation. A man from our world gets the chance to right those wrongs. He is the firstborn son of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen. He is the seadragon, and the world would hear his roar.

Alex Frost, a veteran Navy SEAL, dies during a high-stakes mission. He wakes not to the afterlife, but to the salt-air warmth of High Tide. Reborn as Laenor Velaryon, the son of the Sea Snake and the Queen Who Never Was, and blessed with the Longinus Tier Sacred Gear - Nereid Kyrie. What changes will he make along the way?

Hey guys, this is my first attempt at an ASOIAF fanfic. While I've watched the show and read the books, it's been a while so please bear with me! Story will include elements from both the books and the show. I do not own anything related to ASOIAF, except for my original characters." The story follows a main character reincarnated as The eldest son of Corlys Velaryon and he awaken his last Life memories with awakening of his lord system on his 18 birthday. Let's see how MC but build his kingdom THIS FANFIC IS CREATED MAINLY USING AI

Luke lost his dragon in Shipbreaker Bay but not his life. He woke up in a wagon with his hands tied. "Hey, you. You're finally awake-" And so it began his story in Skyrim. Update every other day, so 3-4 chapters a week.

Title: "The Dragon’s New CEO" After the Great Council of 101 AC, Westeros gets a shock when a modern-day, psychopathic genius CEO replaces the traditional leader of House Velaryon. This CEO isn’t your typical ruthless tycoon—he’s a master of manipulation who understands that winning hearts is far more effective than instilling fear. With a sleek, contemporary edge, the new leader brings a fresh style to the ancient politics of the realm. Gone are the days of brutal violence and medieval cruelty. Instead, the new head of House Velaryon knows how to play the game with charm, charisma, and cutting-edge strategies. He hosts lavish events and makes grand gestures to win over allies, all while skillfully maneuvering to secure his power.

-AU- Marinette Dupain-Cheng's life isn't going as planned: twenty-six, recently dumped, and running her parents' bakery. The highlights of her day are the emails sent by her mysterious pen pal, Chat Noir. That is, until handsome model Adrien Agreste starts swinging by the bakery after hours. But how is he to know the Ladybug he loves is standing right in front of him?

No one messes with LUCIFERA.... She's a devil.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.