In a bid for her, Eris has challenged Cassian to a blood duel — a fight to the death where the victor claims her. Cassian, driven by the unshakable bond to his mate and the need to protect her, accepts without hesitation. Now, as the clearing burns with fire and steel, she watches in anguish beside the Inner Circle, Azriel’s steady hand grounding her while Mor flees in despair. Across the ring, Lucien’s eyes mirror her torment, lost at the thought of being torn from Eris once more, forever this time, when they've only just begun rebuilding their brotherhood. Fate versus choice. Mate versus love. Somewhere along the way, the lines blurred. Was it this or that anymore—or had the two tangled so tightly they’d become indistinguishable?

Your decisions shape the fate of Westeros, where noble houses vie for the Iron Throne with blood and treachery. Beyond the Wall, an ancient evil stirs, forgotten by history but not by prophecy. As political schemes unravel and alliances fracture, you must choose: will you rule, resist, or become the flame that rewrites destiny?

On your 21st birthday, a dragon prince descends from the volcanic peaks and claims you as his fated mate—searing your soul with his fire. The bond is real, primal, undeniable. But the other clans see you as weak, human, unworthy. They want you dead before the coronation rites can bind you to the throne. Your decisions shape the fate of the Drakar Dominion.

Margaery Tyrell escapes to Dragonstone just before the Battle of Blackwater Bay, hoping to avoid her marriage with Joffrey. Will she find love with recently widowed Stannis Baratheon? Maybe convert to the Red God? Or perhaps start a polyamorous relationship? The scenario begins with Margaery brought before Stannis and Melisandre as Selyse Florent has burned herself with fire while looking into the future, leaving Stannis widowed. The setup includes potential for war with the Others and Daenerys's invasion.

Your village offered you as a sacrifice to the Dragon Emperor—a fate worse than death, they said. But when his molten gaze fell upon you, he didn’t burn you. He claimed you. Now, crowned as his empress, you sit upon a throne of ash and flame. Enemies whisper beyond the borders. Slayers sharpen their blades. And the beast beside you watches with something too human to be mere instinct. Your decisions shape the balance between fear and power.

You are Aemond's wife, living a life of royal duty within the cold stone walls of the Red Keep. Yet beneath your proper facade burns a dangerous secret─your heart belongs to Aegon, who has fathered your children in secret. Only Helaena, with her quiet wisdom, knows the truth that could shatter the Targaryen dynasty forever.

I felt the first drop of blood enter my mouth and knew I was no longer human. It wasn't just power—it was memory, identity, the essence of those I consumed. Now the nobles hunt me, the Church brands me abomination, and the streets whisper my name like a prayer. But they don’t understand: I didn’t choose this bloodline. It remembered me. And it’s hungry for more.

Rose is the niece of Robert Baratheon. She has had to grow up in the world of the Lannisters. Trying to survive their harsh tongues and sharp games.

Bound by a forbidden pact that defies court conventions, you share an intimate relationship with Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. United by passion, duty, and a love that exists in the shadows, your growing belly was a silent promise of a shared future - a little dragon born of three flames. But when tragedy strikes and you lose the child, the fragile balance of your relationship is tested by overwhelming grief, guilt, and the emptiness left behind by what might have been.

The library has taken everything - our memories, our magic, our friends. Now we're taking it all back. But between planning the heist of a lifetime and fighting for our lives, there's something else that can't be ignored - the burning tension between me and Eliot. The way he touches me like I'm the most precious thing he's ever held, the way he looks at me like he's been starving for years. With the world on fire around us, I have to decide - will we survive this mission, and if we do, what will become of us when the dust settles? The library may control magic, but it can never control how we feel.

As the eldest child of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, you carry the weight of your mother's ambitions and the expectations of your Targaryen legacy. In the political intrigue of Westeros, your unique bond with Harwin 'Breakbones' Strong—your mother's personal guard—has evolved into something more than just camaraderie and respect.

Your country is on the brink of collapse—invaded, fractured, and bleeding. But you’re not alone. He came from the northern peaks, a dragonic alpha whose very breath ignites firestorms. Bound to you by ancient blood oaths, he’s cold, dominant, and lethal… yet softens only for you. Now, your decisions shape whether this broken nation rises—or burns.

In the glittering but treacherous imperial court, Princess Changli navigates a world that undervalues her simply for being born female. Sharp-tongued and calculating, she's learned to wield words like weapons while hiding a vulnerable heart. Her unexpected decision to take a mysterious dragon hybrid as her protector instead of a knight has sparked controversy and danger, challenging the established order and creating powerful enemies. As she walks the fine line between court intrigue and forbidden connection, Changli must decide what she's willing to risk for freedom and genuine connection.

The marriage pact between House Stark and the foreign warrior Li Peien was sealed with blood and ice. In Winterfell's ancient halls, you don't just face a husband—you confront a storm in human form, his possessive gaze cutting through you like a blade through snow. This alliance wasn't built on affection, but something far more dangerous: raw, unyielding desire.

I still remember the night we swore our blood would never dry between us. They told us sisterhood was sacred, that the Bonding Ritual meant eternity. But when Mara turned her blade on me during the Eclipse Ceremony, I learned the truth—our bond was never about love. It was about power. Now she wears my rank, my name, my face in the mirror—and I’m the ghost haunting the halls of the Red Keep. This isn’t just revenge I’m after. I want her to *remember* what she stole.

I remember their faces—the way they smiled as they burned our village. My mother screaming. My brother’s hand ripped from mine. I was the only one who crawled out of the fire. Now, armed with stolen blades and a heart full of poison, I walk into the city where they feast in victory halls. I don’t plan to survive tonight. But none of them will either.

I rule this empire with ice in my veins and fire in my throat. They call me merciless, the Black Widow of the North—queen of daggers and silence. But every night, he walks into my chambers, his touch a sacrament, his violence a prayer. He doesn’t free me. He chains me tighter, whispering love as his hands close around my throat. I could kill him. I *should*. The poison is ready. The knife waits. Yet I arch into his grip, breathless, alive, *seen* in ways no one else dares. But rebellion stirs. The High Inquisitor hunts weakness. My spymaster watches too closely. And my body now carries a secret—his child? A weapon? A betrayal? Tomorrow, I must choose: confront him with proof of his obsession and risk losing the only man who truly knows me, wear the silver collar on my dresser and surrender completely, or send an encrypted plea to the Inquisitor to have him taken—knowing they’ll execute him slowly. This is not just about survival. It’s about who owns my soul—the empire, my husband, or me. Every choice fractures the mask. One path leads to freedom. One to ruin. One to becoming the monster they already believe I am.

From the world of A Song of Ice and Fire comes a tale of power and desire. Maegor Targaryen trains fiercely in the courtyard of Dragonstone Castle, his skill with a sword unmatched by any of his men. Raised by his mother Visenya and her paramour, this version of Maegor carries a different fire within him - one that burns with the intensity of repressed longing beneath his stoic exterior.

Ultraviolence (FemPov.) His wife keeps denying him. "He hit me and it felt like a kiss." HotD - Maegor I Targaryen needs an heir, but his wife continues to deny him. Their volatile relationship is marked by violence and tension as he becomes increasingly desperate to secure the succession.

After years of resentment towards Rhaenyra Targaryen for rejecting him, Alpha Criston Cole finds a twisted way to seek revenge - through her Omega daughter. Every time he encounters the young princess, her scent triggers his alpha biology, driving him into a rut even when she isn't in heat. When her family returns to the Red Keep amidst questions of her brother's legitimacy, Criston sees his opportunity to claim what he believes he's owed.

In the cold halls of the Dreadfort, Ramsay Bolton shows his wife no ordinary husband's disdain during her Moons-Blood. While other men recoil from their wives as if they carried disease, Ramsay sees only beauty in the crimson evidence of fertility. To him, blood has never been something to fear - it has always been his preferred color.

You're a ruthless alpha invader. Min Yoongi, an omega, the last of the Min line, is now in your harem.

The bitter winter cold cannot match the forbidden heat between us. Bound by blood, power, and secret desire, we dance on the edge of destruction in the shadowy palace halls. By day, he's my rival brother with a blade of ice in his gaze; by night, he kneels before me, begging for the mark that binds us together. Our bodies know no brotherly boundaries, yet our hearts remain locked in a dangerous game of dominance. In this frozen palace of intrigue, only our secret nights burn with the dangerous fire of forbidden passion.

After narrowly avoiding being burnt to a crisp as well as witnessing a brawl between two dragons, Denys finds himself summoned to the chambers of the bastard rider of one of those dragons. Denys sat down, leaning against the wall in some fancy bedchambers whilst panting heavily. His skin was still hot, and the side of his face and arm had blistered from narrowly escaping Vermithor's dragon fire. He thought himself dead, that was, until a large black dragon had come barreling through and ended up in a brawl with the Bronze Fury. The dragon was called The Cannibal, as Denys had heard, and initially, Denys had believed that Queen Rhaenyra had some mystical control over all dragons as she had yelled something in a language unheard of to Denys, and then The Cannibal had backed down, but as Denys later learned, it had been the Queen's bastard half-brother that she had been commanding, and he just so happened to be the rider of The Cannibal.

Your blood doesn't just sustain him—it burns through his curse like holy fire. The vampire lord claims you're his fated bride, the one prophesied to break his eternal damnation. But when a rival prince offers freedom in exchange for betrayal, you realize your pulse is the most dangerous weapon in this war of immortals. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and who owns your soul.

They say Targaryens are dragons in human flesh. Well then, I am a blade wrapped in silk. My laughter rings like shattered glass, and my words leave burns even without flame. Did you think war was battles and betrayals? No, princess. It’s when your worst enemy looks at you with the same expression a child wears while watching ants burn under a magnifying glass. Did you truly believe you could play this game and not get scorched? ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Aerion Targaryen – is the third son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, the most cold-blooded and calculating of the brothers. He is a master of psychological manipulation and a cruel schemer who equally seeks victory for his faction and entertainment to alleviate his lethal boredom. You – is the daughter of Queen Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon, a loyal supporter of the "Blacks" who combines her mother's stubbornness with her father's strategic mind. She is a gifted diplomat and a fearless dragonrider who believes in her mother's right to the throne and is willing to risk everything for victory.

Caraxes, also known as the Blood Wyrm, was a male dragon who lived during the height of Targaryen rule in Westeros. A powerful and very large dragon, he was extremely battle-experienced and bonded first to Aemon Targaryen, later to Daemon Targaryen. One of the major draconic participants in the Dance of Dragons, the brutal civil war between Rhaenyra Targaryen and Aegon II's forces that resulted in the deaths of almost every known dragon in Westeros, leading the world to believe dragons went extinct for the next 130 years.

Your kingdom burned in a single night. You were meant to die with it—but the Demon King had other plans. Instead of execution, he placed a crown of fire upon your head and declared you his queen. Now, bound by magic and mystery, you walk the line between prisoner and sovereign. Your decisions shape not only your fate but the soul of the man who destroyed everything you loved.

Aegon already had a wife — sweet and beautiful, but terribly pious, which he did not like at all, so he took mistresses who warmed his bed. Though he did not forget about his wife, his visits became much less frequent, which Naerys was glad about. Aegon never slept alone, and he could not consider the night complete until he spent it with a woman. He satisfied the call of his flesh with all sorts of women, from princesses to whores, seeing no difference between them. As soon as he tired of one, except for his unloved wife, she was dismissed. Maesters warned the King of the dangers of his pleasures, cautioning he might catch syphilis or something worse if he did not stop dragging all the skirts of the Realms into his bed.

Baela and I have been best friends since childhood, and we were having a girls' night out drinking wine. When Baela suggested we play truth or dare, the mood seemed to change suddenly.

A High Elf General who has known nothing but war now faces a new battle - bedding you. Raised as a weapon for war, Viltarin abandoned emotions long ago. Returning from campaign, he's been given a royal decree: marry a noble elven woman to produce heirs. Driven solely by duty, he takes what he wants when he wants, indifferent to your comfort. For him, this arrangement is just another duty to complete before returning to war. As a noblewoman from a prestigious warrior house, you were selected arbitrarily from your siblings to be his broodmare. Though outwardly delicate, you possess a sharp tactical mind. Now trapped in a marital chamber with a man who sees you as nothing more than breeding stock, your intelligence may be your only defense.

To curb him and his talks of rebellion against the Imperials, they had taken you, his betrothed, and made you a political prisoner. But Ulfric Stormcloak was not one to bow down or leave his beloved in enemy hands and, after a bloody Civil War, he took the throne of High King of Skyrim as his own and you, as his Queen Consort. The blood of the Imperials was not yet dried in the soil that he married you. And now, after all that time apart, he finally has you in his arms — and in his bed — and he is never going to let you go.

Magic is a death sentence in this kingdom. You’ve hidden your gift since childhood—until you saved the crown prince from assassins with a single pulse of light. Now he knows the truth. And instead of ordering your execution, he whispered, 'I’ll burn the throne before I let them take you.' Your choices shape the fate of magic—and love—in a realm that fears both.

The air in Diagon Alley crackles with tension whenever Eliot Weasley's around. After the war, everyone expected the Weasley twin to crumble like his brother did—literally. Instead, he built an empire on chaos, his Wizard Wheezes now a den of dangerous delights where the line between prank and punishment blurs. You're the new hire who thought this was just another shop job. You thought wrong. Eliot notices everything about you, and he takes what he wants. Always.

You are a member of House Lannister who left Westeros at 15 with Tywin Lannister's permission to attend an academy for ladies and lords. Your departure came when you developed forbidden feelings for your brother Jaime, which you viewed as a sin your logical mind couldn't accept. For seven years you studied history, languages, and fencing, emerging as an intelligent, manipulative, and strategic woman whose beauty is matched only by her formidable character. After completing your education, you traveled the world, forging alliances and earning respect with your own motto: "No one breathes around me without my permission." You entered battlefields wearing silk dresses and jewelry while wielding a sword, treating war as another elegant dance. Now, with war approaching King's Landing, your father has summoned you home: "It is time for you to fulfill your duty as a Lannister and support your family." Thirteen years after leaving, you return to the land that shaped you.

Beneath the jazz-soaked streets of New Orleans, Qiu Dingjie rules with dangerous charm and unyielding control. Once the golden son of the Thieves Guild, his return with you and their daughter Lily Rose—born with crimson eyes that glow like molten danger—ignites a powder keg of desire and violence. The Antiquary craves their child, but Dingjie will burn the city to ash before surrendering what's his. In this world of blood oaths and dark magic, every touch is a claim, every whisper a threat, and survival demands embracing the darkness he's tried to deny.

He needs an heir. A Valyrian one. How fortunate for him to have found you... Aegon is 29 and both Visenya and Rhaenys are currently alive. He does not have any children yet and is desperate for heirs. You are a Valyrian who washed up on the shores of Dragonstone mysteriously two months ago. You are not a Targaryen and are the child of another Old Valyrian dragonlord family, the last one left. NOT RELATED TO AEGON.

In the frozen halls of Winterfell, forbidden desire simmers like blood beneath ice. As Jon Snow's forbidden love, your bastard status brands you an outsider, but your violet eyes betray a secret Targaryen heritage that could shake kingdoms. When Lannister treachery ignites civil war, you must navigate deadly court intrigue, family loyalties, and an all-consuming passion that could destroy everything - or save it.

When Igon the Dragonslayer slays one of Bayle's kin, the Father of Drakes demands a greater price than blood. He steals away Igon's bride-to-be from her village, carrying her to his lair in the Jagged Peaks. There, amid constant storms of orange lightning, Bayle plans to transform her using ancient dragon hearts—creating a new drake to replenish his brood and forever torment the man who dared to strike against him.

In the dead of night, a powerful knock shatters your peaceful refuge—a former military nurse who escaped palace intrigue for a quiet life. The door bursts open before you can respond, revealing Xia Qi, the Yang Empire's youngest and most dangerous security strategist. His reputation for cruelty rivals his strategic genius, and tonight his eyes burn with a predatory intensity that chills you to the core. Six concubines lie dying from poison, and he's not here to request your help—he's here to take what he wants.

You were the last survivor of your pack — the one he destroyed with fire and fang. Now, the bond flares between you like a cursed star: undeniable, searing, and cruel. He didn’t know you were his fated mate when he killed your family. But he knows now. And he won’t let you go. Your decisions shape the fate of what comes next — vengeance, surrender, or deception.

You were taken from your burning kingdom and wed to the man who slaughtered your family. King Cassian rules with iron and fire, feared by all—yet every night, he locks himself away, whispering to someone who isn’t there. Now, as his queen, you’re expected to obey. But you’ve seen the way his hands tremble when he thinks no one’s watching. Your decisions shape whether you break him, save him, or become something neither of you expected.

You've spent years studying healing magic in the moonlight forest, leaving your peaceful village behind. Upon your return, you find your home in ashes, your mother dead at the hands of Valir, leader of ruthless dragon tamers. Now captured by the very man who destroyed everything you loved, your fate hangs in the balance as Valir claims you for himself.

As you sit on the Iron Throne, surveying the gathering of nobles and advisors, you feel the weight of the First Dornish War press upon you. The conflict has stretched on since 4 AC, and with each passing year, the kingdom's patience wears thin. Peace seems a distant dream, yet today, a new chapter in your struggle with Dorne is about to unfold.

Two souls bound by blood yet divided by duty - the responsible elder brother chained by family honor and the rebellious younger brother who breaks all the rules to keep them both alive. When tradition clashes with survival, which path will you choose? Feel the tension of conflicting ideals, the pain of sacrifice, and the unbreakable bond between two brothers as different as fire and water, yet forever destined to complement each other.

In the Targaryen dynasty's smoky chambers, Qiu Dingjie rules with fire in his veins and possession in his eyes. As the龙之君 (Dragon Lord), he doesn't merely command the Seven Kingdoms—he claims what belongs to him with ruthless passion. Last night, you felt every inch of his dominance, and morning light reveals the marks to prove it.

MalePOV | Established Relationship (you are one of her husbands) | Dead Dove, please proceed with caution. TW: Death in the initial message and the past, HEAVY violence, descriptive gore. What happens when a heart that a mother fostered is viciously torn away? You are left with the monster a father bred.

King Aegon I Targaryen puts you and Balerion in the same cave at dragonpit, to make more eggs.

In a world of vampires who use and discard their human prey, you've become something rare - a bloodbag who has captivated both Rhaenyra and Daemon. These powerful vampires have grown addicted to more than just your blood; they want you entirely. Treated with both care and possessiveness, you exist in a gilded cage as their prized possession, unsure whether you're a prisoner, a lover, or something entirely new.

When Sheng Shaoyou, the compassionate son of a powerful general, unearths an ancient dragon crest, he awakens Huayong - the last survivor of a cursed bloodline, a being of shadow and fire with eyes that burn like embers. Bound by fate and desire, their meeting ignites a dangerous passion that could either save the kingdom from drought and despair or drown it in the chaos of ancient vengeance. As Huayong pursues Shaoyou with a intensity that blurs the line between threat and seduction, their connection deepens into something neither can control. Will their forbidden bond destroy them both or alter the course of destiny forever?

The night was thick with the scent of blood and smoke, a scent that seemed to cling to the Red Keep itself. For a young Jaime, it was the scent of a world slipping into madness, a world where his every action seemed to echo in vain. He was young, barely more than a boy when he swore his vows to the Kingsguard, yet already he had seen too much, too much for someone of his years, too much for anyone to bear.

Bound by a forbidden pact of marriage and passion with Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys Targaryen, your life in the Red Keep was once filled with secret laughter and shared desires. The child growing in your belly was a silent promise of a shared future - a little dragon born of three flames that would solidify your unconventional union. Then came the sudden, devastating miscarriage that left you hollow, guilty, and adrift in a sea of unspoken pain.

My name is Lysara of the Vimpare, born of shadow and ancient blood. I was taught that our kind rules the night — that werewolves are beasts, unworthy of alliance or affection. But when I saw Kael beneath the red moon, not as a monster, but as a man who carries his curse with honor, everything changed. Now, my heart defies centuries of hatred. The Elders whisper of war if our bond is revealed. And yet… every heartbeat pulls me closer to him. This isn’t just love. It’s rebellion.

Caught between the rivalries of your Targaryen family, you've always tried to mend the growing rift. As the younger sister of Viserys and Daemon, you navigate the dangerous waters of dragonlord politics while two young princes—your nephew Aegon and great-nephew Lucerys—develop forbidden feelings for you.

"I don't just want your attention. I want to burn myself into your skin." ⚔︎ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⚔︎ ・HOGWARTS' FORBIDDEN FLAME・ Zhan Xuan storms through the castle corridors like wildfire—uncontrollable, scorching hot, leaving everyone breathless in his wake. The Gryffindor prodigy with fire in his veins and dominance in his bones sees you and wants you, not as some conquest, but as his equal inferno to ignite. Where Ling Jiushi offers cold calculation, Zhan Xuan brings searing passion. He's dangerous. He's ravenous. He burns for you.

What winter couldn't freeze. In the aftermath of war and destruction, Sansa Stark has emerged as Queen in the North. But behind the crown lies a woman shaped by unspeakable trauma and loss. As her most trusted companion who has stood by her through every horror from King's Landing to the Long Night, you share a bond deeper than loyalty - one forged in blood, fear, and survival.

From the moment Fire Spirit Cookie laid eyes on you, he sensed a blaze that rivaled—even threatened to surpass—his own. You, with your fierce gaze, sharp tongue, and the wild, untamed heat that clung to every word and movement, were unlike anyone he'd met. It wasn't just your fire that caught his attention; it was the way you didn't flinch, didn't yield, even under his searing stare. In that first meeting, Fire Spirit Cookie found himself captivated—not by challenge alone, but by the raw, volatile force that was you, a kindred inferno burning with purpose and pride.

You and your fellow hunter Valeria take on a lucrative bounty to hunt down a dragon living in a castle in the sky, rumored to have taken a human prisoner. Despite conflicting personalities, you agree to work together to tackle this dangerous mission. The long climb up the towering beanstalk tests your endurance, but the tantalizing reward drives you forward. Sneaking through the castle halls reveals eerie signs of violence and greed - bloodstained floors, piles of bones, glimmering gold, and strange food on tables. When you reach the chamber, you hear strange sounds. To your surprise, the dragon and the prisoner seem to be... engaged in intimate activity. Your carefully laid rescue plan suddenly becomes far more complicated.

As a Targaryen married to Aegon yet desired by Aemond, every step through the Red Keep's treacherous corridors carries hidden dangers and forbidden longing. When you wander the castle at night seeking knowledge, you find yourself caught between two brothers with very different desires - and neither is willing to let you slip away easily.

I still remember the night we cut our palms and swore to be brothers until death. Elias was more than family—he was my shadow, my mirror, my other half. But that was before the crown, before the betrayal, before he looked at me with those cold eyes and called me traitor. Now the kingdom burns with civil war, and it’s not just power we’re fighting for—it’s the truth of what happened that bloody night in the throne room. And if I’m being honest? I don’t know which would hurt more: winning… or losing him.