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ASOIAF/GOT-The Conqueror of The Garden of Venus

(Crossover Fic) [R18 WARNING: NSFW/SMUT AHEAD] |Smut| |Harem| |Netori| |Taboo| Reincarnated as a red-haired bastard boy of a certain Riverlord, Ellion didn't regain his memories until he was an adolescent in Westeros. He would come to awaken three Traits, gifted to him by an unknown entity who made him a Template to Red-Haired Shanks. [Willpower of The Red Emperor] [Blade of Aggression] [Sexual Cultivation] Such were the abilities granted to Ellion Rivers, who became a swordsman in Westeros, rising to the top and gaining the attention of Aerys II Targaryen himself. But while his swordsmanship and battle power was great, his lust and urge to bed women was even greater. He would indulge in all women, married or maidens. It didn't matter what the potential consequences were, he would still bed anyone he desired. To cultivate his power, he would take anyone to his bed and he would ascend to greater heights. Due to his power, Ellion would eventually plan his rise during a certain event that was inevitable. For he was unable to quell the King's Madness, or he was too indifferent to do so. Regardless, he would intervene in his own way as his mere presence had rippled through the waters that were Westerosi History as some details of the world were quite different. [DISCLAIMERS] - Any Questionable things do not reflect on I, The Author. - Harem Smut/Netori/Taboo - Some key details are different (Won't spoil) - MC is reincarnated character with Shanks's powers from One Piece - Advanced Chapters on my Patreon (10+ chapters ahead) (ps: bonus points if you understand why the title is that) patreon.com/Yuri_Lover23
Lunacia_Yujin · 1.8m Views

The Asshai's Bloodmage

After dying on Earth, the protagonist wakes up in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. Armed with the knowledge from the books and coming from a more evolved society, he accepts his new life and identity and decides to learn more about this world of magic and dragons. However, things are not as simple as he imagined. Sent to a very distant past where the Targaryen conquest has not yet happened, his knowledge of the renowned literary series is not of much help, and to make matters worse, he was reborn in the worst place and at the worst possible time. [BEEP] [System activated] [7 days until the doom of Valyria] [New mission!] [Run away!] TAGS: Game Of Thrones, Valíria, Targaryen, System, Magic, Adventure, Dragons, Pirates, Slaves, World Building, Weak to the Strong, Rituals, Horror, Monsters, Firearms, Multiple POV, Secret Organizations. Hello everyone. I hope you like my fan fiction. It takes place 400 years before the events of Game of Thrones. In this fic, I will show my vision of Asshai by the shadow using my experience that I gained from reading many magic novels. I hope you like the city of shadows that I created. The system is not powerful and will only help the protagonist with small facilities and some minor benefits. This is my first time writing, and I do not have an editor, so feel free to correct anything in the grammar. I like the sinister environment of Asshai, where no magic is forbidden, and because there are few mentions in the books about this place, I started to have these ideas about what Asshai and its society would be like. So I decided to share these thoughts with you and write this fic. I hope to gain more practice and experience as an author, to later release my book, which is also already in development. Enjoy the book, everyone! patreon.com/RedSageAutor
RedSage · 1.6m Views

From Ruin to Renewal

He gazed upon the sea below him as the air rushed on his face. The summer years brought calm and he found some peace from seeing upon the sea extending from horizon to horizon. No past, no future, and no memory could be found within the limitless water. More peace than he had found in the last few years. He saw Cloudwynd's head turn slightly towards him, his constant companion occasionally flapping her wings to maintain their glide through the sky. He felt her concern for him, knowing when he would enter his brooding self. Dragons were passionate and took what they want, but the past few years have not been kind to him or his people, all of which Cloudwynd witnessed. "Everything will be alright, girl," he reassured in High Valyrian as he took his hand off one of her spines and reached forward to rub her neck, her bluish-greenish scales glistening in the sunlight. He got a snort from her in response, not really satisfied with his answer but decided to accept it. His only concern right now was to fly towards his destination, to ensure his people's safe passage. Beneath him were vessels ferrying those he was charged with towards their new destination, the last bastion for their people. Fifty ships carrying barely two thousand five hundred men, women, and children across water over four moon turns. Remnants of a great civilization long extinguished from the memory of those that now took their place. The land prowess of the Valyrian army through the Tarareons, cavalrymen and explorers who could boast about expanding the Freehold's reach without the dragons. Valyria's knowledge of blood magic, healing, and other rituals preserved through the Leniars. Lastly, the Rahitheons' skill as smiths, builders, and engineers preserved the wonders of Valyrian technology. The survival of their civilization and culture rested on all of them and one misstep could see the flame of Valyria die out for good. And then there was himself. Barely nine and ten, Jaenyx was the last scion of the Belaerys', one of the oldest and most powerful dragonlord families in old Valyria. A family that had great figures such as Jaenara Belaerys, the famed explorer of Sothoryos, included in their ancestry. Prompted by Valyria's leaders to recolonize the Basilisk Isles, the Belaerys' settled at the edge of Sothoryosi wilderness along with three other Valyrian families, all of whom could not hope to survive the dangers of that continent by themselves. Previous attempts to colonize the Basilisk Isles, seen as a first step towards further expansion south, had ended in failure. Yet, the new colony thrived under the Belaerys' stewardship. Being in the Basilisk Isles was what saved the colonists from the Doom. Unfortunately, despite nearly a century of inhabiting the Isles, a recent turn of events had put their people in dire circumstances and the Isles were no longer safe for them. Despairing over the coming extinction of Valyria, Jaenyx remembered that there was one other place that they could journey towards, a place where a certain dragonlord had fled to after his daugther's now prophetic warning about the destruction of the Freehold: Dragonstone. 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!
DravenShadefall · 505.8k Views

Heir of the Sundered Crown

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/DarkLoreWriter
DarkLoreWriter · 118.8k Views

The Dragon Reborn:Rhaegar of Fire and Fate

Reborn into the House of the Dragon, a modern soul awakens as Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, heir to prophecy and blood, in a Westeros standing at the edge of quiet upheaval. This is not the mad realm remembered by history. King Jaehaerys II still sits the Iron Throne, Prince Aerys has yet to fall into madness, and the great houses—Dragon, Lion, Stag, and Wolf—remain bound by fragile alliances. Beneath this calm, however, the seeds of disaster already lie buried: ambition, bloodline, prophecy, and the inevitable clash between fate and will. Armed with knowledge of future tragedies yet constrained by the customs of nobility, Rhaegar must walk a perilous path. He cannot act rashly, nor can he escape the weight of Valyrian tradition—incestuous bloodlines, political marriages, and the unyielding expectations placed upon a dragon prince. Every decision, from betrothal to alliance, threatens to ripple through the realm. As dragons stir, ancient bloodlines awaken, and the shadow of the Long Night lingers beyond memory, Rhaegar begins to reshape history—not through open rebellion, but through patience, foresight, and quiet reform. The fall of great houses, the rise of unlikely heirs, and the redefinition of kingship itself unfold step by calculated step. Yet destiny is not so easily undone. Prophecy watches. Blood remembers. And Westeros will test whether a man who knows the future can truly escape it—or only forge a darker, sharper fate. This is a Translation Raw - 权游:我成为了银王子
TranslatingFanfics · 1m Views