lyanna and rhaegar fanfiction

The story of a bastard and a Prince and everyone in between.

Born a bastard. Denied a name... But fire and blood do not care for names. Let the dragons dance.

The period after Aegon's Conquest was filled with tragedies for House Targaryen. Lords plotted to dethrone the dragons who took their crowns while the Faith seeks to rebel against the Valyrian practices of House Targaryen. All the while the bonds between siblings deteriorate. Can someone change this fate? A dragon must have three heads. But, Aegon only had two children. For ill or good, another head joins the dragon.

Rhaegar Targaryen O novo Rei Rhaegar receber um sonho do Dragão e escolhe mudar o seu destino

A modern man wakes up as Rhaegar, a huge fan of the series! and He wants to win it all.

Born crippled a man spent all his life watching TV shows, anime, finding solace in the fantasy world of the stories he watched. And when death finally reached him and he met an omnipotent being who pitied him and granted him three wishes, the man wasted no time and took the chance. Now reborn as Rhaegar at the battle of the Trident, he now holds the power to change his fate and that of Westeros. No longer the failed prince destined to fall. he will carve his own place in the world through power and conquest. Disclaimer: Contains Incest (obviously, Duh, we are talking about Targaryens here), and Gore.

He was a normal man on earth. But something extraordinary happened to him. He died. And was reborn in a brutal world where demons roamed and fed on the flesh of humans, including his wife. He trained and fought. He fought until his arms bled, his lungs collapsed, and his body was impaled by the sword of the Upper Moon, Kokushibo. But he was reborn again, but this time, into the body of a man destined to die. Destined to be mocked by the man he was killed by. His wife was to be brutally r*ped, and his newborn thrown to the wall. Standing on the shores of the trident, he was transmigrated. As the prince of the seven kingdoms, Rhaegar Targaryen!

History is a tapestry woven with the threads of ‘if’. If Queen Aemma had borne a living son?. If the Great Council had chosen the Queen Who Never Was?. If the Conqueror’s dragon had passed into silent stone as all believed he should?. Upon the birth of the second son to King Viserys and Queen Alicent, in the year 107 After the Conquest, a thread was pulled that threatened to unravel all that had been so carefully stitched. For on the day Prince Rhaegar Targaryen drew his first breath, the Black Dread, who had slumbered towards death for a dozen years, awoke. And in his calamitous roar, some heard the promise of a glorious restoration, while others heard only the destruction to an age of ruin. author here, guys just writing for fun, if anything doesn't seem to your liking let me know why in the comments and I'll improve on the aspect and as always I don't know shit from ASOIAF written by George rrm, it's purely fictional and I don't own any of the characters except my OC's. the same goes for the cover I just put it on because it looked cool, it can be removed if the owner wants and anyway not a experienced writer here, go easy on me

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!"