Does Jon Snow Become King In Dance Of Dragons Fanfiction?

The world ended the day the shifters revealed themselves. Dragons, wolves and other beasts from legend rose from the ashes of civilization and divided the ruins of the old world into brutal new kingdoms. Humans were spared- but only barely. Stripped of power, pushed into the center territories, and treated as lesser, they became a resource instead of a race. And now they are needed. Seraphina has survived her entire life by being invisible, a shadow, a rumor. Orphaned young, she learned fast that strength meant staying alive -and trust was a luxury she couldn't afford. In a world where humans are bartered and bred to strengthen shifter bloodlines, Seraphina has no intention of becoming anyone's prize. Until the prince of dragons befriends her, dragging her into a world of molten stone, deadly politics and people willing to kill her the knowledge she obtains. To keep her safe, Prince Kaelith takes her to the King's Castle. King Micah, ruler of the Western Skies, is everything that the world fears -merciless, untouchable, and bound by a fate written in fire. Everything that Seraphina has spent her life avoiding. Yet the bond ignites the moment he touches her. Claimed by the most powerful shifter alive, Seraphina's own secret paints an even larger target on her back. As tensions rise between shifter kingdoms and whispers of rebellion spread through the human territories, Seraphina must decide who she is willing to become: a pawn in a broken world, or the queen standing beside the dragon who burn it all down for her. Because fate chose her for a reason. and the world is about to remember what happens when even a dragon falls in love.

In a world where the werewolf kingdom is on the brink of war, the Alpha King is forced to offer one of his daughters hands in marriage in exchange for peace. When Princess Xendaya finds out that her younger sister has agreed to wed the Dragon King - a beast who is known for his callous, ruthless and deadly nature - she decides to take her place, making the ultimate sacrifice and signing away her freedom. Far from home and her people, will the head-strong werewolf princess survive in the kingdom of beasts? A place that is far worse than she thought. Her new husband is not only dangerous but has the sexual appetite of a hundred men. How will Xendaya cope knowing that her king has a harem and has no shortage of women? Agnarr, the Ruthless, is a merciless leader who has his eyes on a throne that he feels is his birthright, thrusting his people into the claws of full-out war and carnage. Will he continue to bottle his pain, rage, and hatred within him or allow his new queen to help guide him? How will Xendaya cope when her so-called husband turns his gaze upon her, his newest possession? How will Agnarr react when he realises he wants a taste of his new wife? And how will she remain strong and not succumb to her Dragon King's seduction? In a clash of wills, passion and desire, will the threat that hangs above them allow them to give in? Or will it simply drive them apart? ~~~ The sequel to The Alpha King's Possession Follow me on IG Author.Muse and FB Author Muse for updates, aesthetics and more!

The mate bond was supposed to be her salvation. Instead, it destroyed everything Mira thought she knew. Her engagement to Dorrin, the Royal Commander, falls apart when the bond appears with Alexander, the Lycan prince shrouded in secrets. Soon, dangerous attempts on Mira’s life begin, and the truth is terrifying: the people closest to her are hiding betrayals that could bring down her kingdom. Can she trust the mysterious prince who sets her soul on fire, even if he might be the one holding the dagger? Or will she turn to the friend who shares her bloodline and her past? In a world of dragons, lycans, and deadly politics, one wrong choice could cost Mira not only her crown—but her life.

He was ruthless and a killer, she knew, everyone knew. Everyone had heard takes of hus tyranny and feared for her life. Yet she couldn't bring herself to run away from him when he had requested her father send her to him. She was a princess and this was the price she would pay for her people. But when she arrives and things are a lot more different than she'd ever known how does she find a way to tell everyone that all they knew was a lie?

She was the lowest among them, an omega meant to serve, to obey, to be forgotten. Until the Alpha touched her. Until he marked her with words that felt like a promise... and shoved her off a cliff like she was nothing. Ayla thought betrayal had a name, a face, a heartbeat she once trusted. She thought the crashing water would be her grave. But death didn’t claim her. The dragon did. She awakens not in darkness, but in silk sheets soaked with sweat, her body wracked with fire, strangers calling her Queen Liliana. The child they beg her to bring into the world is no wolf pup, it’s something older, deeper… and hers. Now fire sings in her veins. Scales burn beneath her skin. She remembers being Ayla. But they swear she is a queen, reborn through flame and fury, the last of the dragon-blooded line. Torn between two lives, two names, two fates… Was she reborn by fate’s hand, or was she always meant to rise? Because if this isn’t death, then it must be the beginning… of the Dragon Queen.

I died with my husband's betrayal on my lips and my unborn child in my womb. One moment I was Mia Weston — billionaire, wife, mother-to-be. The next, I was gone. Erased. Traded like a chess piece by the man who swore to love me forever. Then I woke up. Silk sheets. Marble walls. A maid calling me "My Lady." And a father I had never met looking me dead in the eyes saying — "You have been promised to King Zyren of the Draconis Throne. You leave at sunrise." I thought I was dreaming. I was wrong. King Zyren is not a man. He is ancient, ruthless, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only dangerous things are. He doesn't smile. He doesn't explain. He simply looks at me like I am something he has been waiting for — and that look alone makes my whole body tremble. He calls me his traded bride. I call him my nightmare. But nightmares don't look at you like you are the only breathable air in a burning room. Nightmares don't press you against cold stone walls and whisper "You will learn your place, little human" with a voice so deep it rewrites your bones. And nightmares definitely don't make you forget — even for one dangerous, breathless second — the man who killed you. I was sold to settle a debt. He had waited centuries for exactly me. Neither of us was prepared for what came next.