As I felt myself being ripped away from my own reality, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and frustration. ROB, the Random Omnipotent Being, had thrown me into another world, but it wasn't the world I was supposed to be in. It was like being dropped off at the wrong bus stop. But then I remembered why I was even supposed to be sent to the other world in the first place. The multiverse was in danger, and the only hope for salvation was a young girl with a troubled past. It was a daunting task, to say the least. So, maybe being in a world of ice, fae, and giant flying featherless lizards wasn't so bad after all. At least it wasn't a hopeless situation(read death trap)like the one I was supposed to be in. Authors note : I will not drop this fanfic no matter what !!! In the name of the Emperor I shall create wonders !!!!
Amory Lorch. One of the most despicable and truly evil characters in A song of Ice and Fire. A young man studying economics gets reincarnated as the son of that same Amory Lorch. Without any abilities or gifts to guide him in this new world, Landon would have to find a way to somehow survive and thrive in this world.
Eric comes to terms with his sudden arrival in Westeros. He realizes his soul is now inhabiting the body of a fallen nobleman. Though unfamiliar with this world, he begins to access "data" on Westeros through a mysterious screen. Eric questions whether this is a blessing or curse. He must learn to survive in a chaotic land where winter is coming and dark forces plot in the shadows. Most daunting, he now finds himself in a position of leadership over others. Can Eric rise to the challenge and make the most of this strange new chance to rewrite his destiny? Or will the perils of Westeros prove too much even for a man from another world and time? His future, and that of those depending on him, remains to be seen in this land where loyalties shift as easily as the tides.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the Riverlands, a sudden flash of light erupted in a secluded glen. Out of the light stumbled a man, bewildered and disoriented. This was no ordinary man of Westeros; he was a transmigrant from Earth, imbued with knowledge and power far beyond the realms of this world. Disclaimer: I do not own any of George RR Martin's franchises.
Whisked away from a life shrouded in treachery and cold oblivion, Sigurd awakens in the frozen embrace of the North, reborn into a world he doesn't remember. Haunted by echoes of betrayal and a past life lost to a lord's ambition, he finds himself grappling with amnesia and a deep-seated distrust of those in power. Yet, beneath the icy fear, a flicker of defiance burns. Guided by an unnamed yearning for honor and loyalty, Sigurd stumbles towards Winterfell, the ancestral seat of House Stark, where promises of answers and a new beginning glimmer amidst the harsh, contrasting beauty of the North. Within the ancient walls of Winterfell, Sigurd finds himself embraced by a society built on stark values – honor, justice, and unwavering loyalty. He forms a bond with House Cassel, sworn bannermen to the Starks, their unwavering commitment to these principles resonating with the yearning within him. But trust doesn't come easily for someone twice burned. Can Sigurd learn to navigate the treacherous waters of political intrigue and personal turmoil without succumbing to the shadows of his past? Can he reconcile the whispers of betrayal with the echoes of honor that call to him from within Winterfell? And most importantly, can he carve a new path in this unforgiving land, where wolves howl not just in the wilderness, but also in the hearts of men? As whispers of conspiracy and ambition slither through the halls of Winterfell, Sigurd finds himself drawn into a dangerous game of shadows. With loyalties challenged and the fate of the North hanging in the balance, he must rise above his own demons and fight not just for survival, but for the very values that define the North. His journey will be forged in the biting wind, his scars tested against the fire of betrayal, and his destiny, etched in the ice and blood of his past, will rise like a howling song of redemption amidst the endless winter.
The year is 265 AC and in the southern hills of the Northern Mountain range in one of the more prominent mountain clans. A very large baby boy was born into the minor noble House of Harclay. With a gift from the old gods and a knack for violence how will this seemingly minor background character. Crush the Wheel of fate of Westeros for eternity and set the northern most kingdom on a path of glory. The ASOIAF universe is owned by Geroge RR Martian, the only characters that are original would be those I have to make up to cover the backstory of the northern mountain clans. (This is my second attempt at writing, and I am taking my time to fully flesh out the story. If you find any errors or I mess up factual information let me know. I will likely only post a couple chapters a week. Till I get better at writing that is.)
What was a bastard's lot in life? Were they fated to wind up either alone on the Wall or, gods forbid, dead? Nolan Snow decided at six years old that he would not die before his name was cemented into the history books alongside the adventurers Lomas Longstrider and Colloquo Votar. His stories should be told to children worldwide a thousand years after his death! Moderately short chapters to start, as I want to get into the fic before I start going for 3000-word chapters. Also, as I'm not too fond of characters who don't care about people, I will tell you beforehand that the OC is not some calculating, cold, ruthless lord. But he is not a mini-Ned either—he's just a guy who wants to go on an adventure.
After sacrificing himself to save a young girl, David awakens in the Game of Thrones world as Domeric Bolton, the son of Roose Bolton. With memories of both the worlds, he learns of an assassination plot against him and begins to navigate the dangerous politics of Westeros using the gifts he got, determined to reshape his fate.
What if Baelor Blacktydes father didn't die in the Greyjoy rebellion? well we are about to find out. I'm mostly going for super brutal fighting and maybe some kingdom building. I'm completely winging it and probably will rarely update but lemme know if you think the idea is cool and hopefully this makes someone write a ironborn fic that doesn't get dropped after 7 chapters.