aemond targaryen fanfic

As soon as I opened my eyes, I found myself in the world of Game of Thrones as the second son of House Targaryen, the brother of the Mother of Dragons, Viserys! I found that the timing of this transmigration was a bit too bad. At this time, the Targaryen dynasty had already fallen, the guards who protected me and my sister had already died, there was no rice in the house, and there were people outside collecting debts. And I, after selling my mother's crown, became a Beggar King. Putting aside the matter of restoring the kingdom, I have to pay back my debt first. *This is a Translation* Name: 权游龙二哥 Author: 浴前带膘侍卫 Transliteration: Quan Youlong's Second Brother Author: Fat Guard Before Bath Raw:xiaoshuo.qq.com/detail/1049152280 Keep in mind that in the only available raws I found, there are only 100 public chapters, the rest are behind a paywall. I got more chapters by paying for coins or by acquiring them in the Chinese app.

What will happen when a human is reincarnated in the body of Aemon Targaryen, son of Daemon Targaryen, Prince Rogue? If you're curious to find out, you've come to the right place.

Aerion, son of Rhaegar Targaryen, was living the life of a beggar until he changed his destiny. He became a pirate. After raiding countless merchant galleys, King Robert had enough. He summoned the royal navy. Hearing this news Aerion gathered a large fleet of pirates. In the end, The Dragon came out victorious. Unfortunately, a great storm struck Aerion's navy months later. The storm sent him to a new world, Blue Pole Star, where his life changed forever.

Josh Kahn isn’t a hero. He’s not even a villain. He’s a profiteer. Dropped into 1943 Marvel Earth with a smuggler’s dream: a System that trades across dimensions—directly with Westeros. He gives Daenerys Targaryen guns before her dragons hatch. Trades Stark schematics for Valyrian steel. And feeds Hydra war tech straight from the future—because why the hell not? While Tony’s still a gleam in Howard’s eye, Josh is already reshaping empires… one shady deal at a time. ___________________________________________ To read 40 advanced chapters you can visit my Patreon:"https://patreon.com/Hiddenfanfics''

Author: VFSNAKE Site: Fanfiction.net -------------------------------------- Jon has had enough of the abuse from Lady Stark for being a bastard. She puts him down. Treats him like he is lower than dirt. So he leave Winterfell in the dead of night and finds a cave. A cave with a Sith Holocron inside of it. One that belongs to Count Dooku. Through his guidance, Jon will discover his truth self, his destiny, and claim the Iron Throne... through fire and blood. --------------------------------------

I don't own Game of Thrones or any rights over books, characters, or intellectual properties. I'm just a fanfiction writer. If you want to read ahead, you know what to do. ~~~Synopsis~~~ The Story of Raenon Targaryen. Daenerys Targaryen's twin brother. Separated in 284 AC after birth. It was deemed safest to separate some of the children of Aerys II. So Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen went east to Essos, and Raenon Targaryen was sent to The Shadow Lands west of Westeros. On the other side of the world from his remaining family. This is where the story of Raenon Targaryen begins. At the young age of 12, Raenon Targaryen begins to chase power in magic, blood, and fire.

It was difficult being the son of the most hated man in Westeros. Aelor Targaryen had seen his fair share of death. He'd watched the executions of the Houses Darklyn and Hollard after the Defiance, a fifteen year old squire to Ser Barristan Selmy who'd been forced to stay behind while his mentor scaled the wall of Duskendale and rescued Aelor's father. He'd killed his first man, some hulking brute who smelled like a pig sty and fought like a boar, two years later during the waning hours of the Kingswood Brotherhood, and sent seven more men to their graves before the conflict was finished, earning his knighthood. And he'd seen men burned alive by his father for years now, more men and more situations than Aelor wished to recall. His father's nickname of the Mad King was well earned. But the deaths of Rickard and Brandon Stark were… haunting. The smell of the Lord of the North's burning flesh still swirled in his nostrils, just as the sound of the man's son strangling himself as he tried to save his father still rang in his ears. Aelor was no stranger to nightmares, but he knew those deaths would haunt him until the day he died. If they ever find Rhaegar, I'll kill him myself. There are worse things in life than being labeled a kinslayer...... 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/MaegorPotter

At the end of Robert's Rebellion, Rhaegar comes out victorious. A secret son hidden as a bastard sees himself as more than that; he goes out to make himself known to The World.

The Targaryens have a history of madness, and no one knows it better than Aelor, second son of the Mad King. Amidst his father´s erratic and destructive behavior and his elder brother´s decision to run off with a girl who wasn´t his wife, it will take every ounce of his Targaryen charm and skill at arms to save the greatest dynasty in Westeros...and that still might not be enough. "I DO NOT HAVE COPYRIGHT ABOUT THIS FANFICTION"

Khal Drogo had take her to a grassy place with a few gigantic rocks beside a small stream, he took her from her horse and held on her hand guiding her to a rounded rock, Drogo towered over her and began to pass his hand through her body, she lowered her head and let the tears fell from her eyes. Fear began to fill her body.   "No" He said huskily pushing her chin up. Daenerys didn't even tried to talk, all the words he had said was 'No'.   Drogo lowered a strap from her dress leaving her right breast bare making her flinch and sob, he took her breasts in his hand and squeezed lightly. Drogo went from the other strap, but before he could reach, she heard him groan and step forward, his heavy body fell upon her almost crashing her.   Panic shot through her body, she squirmed and whined trying to take him off her, Daenerys was now crying freely and sobbing. "No! Get off me, please. No!"   Daenerys actions came to halt as she felt a warm liquid on her neck, she looked at the liquid and her eyes widened, she began to scream as the blood cascaded over her. She could her footsteps coming in her direction, was Drogo bloodriders? Or the usurpers men? She thought.   A second later her husband's body were rolled off her, Two men and a woman towered over her. Pale skin, dark hair and lilac eyes. Caramel skin, dark hair with a white streak and dark eyes. White skin, short silver hair and purple eyes.   Who are these people?   "Get up" The man with dark hair said helping her to her feet. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did he do anything to you?" He bombarded her with questions while holding on her cheeks. Daenerys just blinked and shook her head.   Dany looked at the grass and gasped when she saw Drogo dead eyes and gaping mouth leaking blood, her eyes lowered and she saw the point of the arrow coming out his throat. "Yo-you killed him" She stuttered pushing his hands off her face. Are they going to kill her too?.   "Of course we killed him, he is a rapist." The woman said.   "Are your going to kill me too?" She accused taking a step back.   "No, of course not Daenerys. We are here to take you with us" The silver haired man said. Why does he looks like me…and Viserys, why the three of them all look like each other.   "Why? Are your going to take me to Westeros? Deliver me to the Usurper?" Daenerys asked.   The woman put the spear that was on her hand on the string in her back making Daenerys flinch, the dark haired woman walked to her and took her hands softly. "No, we are not" She said staring in her eyes. "We are your family Daenerys, I am Rhaenys, he is Daemon and he is Aegon. Your niece and nephews" Note: This is basically porn with a plot, Want to get early access to all the drama and passion? Join me on my Website or Patreon at perseusblackfyre-shop.fourthwall.com and patreon.com/PerseusBlackfyre respectively for chapters before anyone else. Your support keeps the story going and gives you a front-row seat to every twist and turn.