Fourth Wing - oc Riorson X oc Melgren In a world where dragons choose their riders-and those who survive the Quadrant's brutal training-the stakes are higher than life itself. Charlotte Melgren thought she understood her place in the Riders Quadrant... until she discovers secrets about her past that could change everything. Trained in shadows and signets she barely understands, she's forced to navigate deadly rivalries, merciless instructors, and dragons that could kill her before she even mounts them. Then there's Xander, twin of Xaden, both cold, lethal, and infuriatingly magnetic. He's the light wielder everyone fears, yet the only one standing between her and certain death. Between dragon bonds, deadly Threshing trials, and political games that span generations, Charlotte must learn one thing: survival isn't just about skill-it's about trust, strategy, and the secrets she keeps... even from herself. Secrets, loyalty, betrayal, and a touch of forbidden attraction. Welcome to Basgiath.

A young woman who fought her way through life only to find herself fighting all over again. Orphaned under mysterious circumstances, Scarlett Sinclair has built herself into one of the city's most respected defense lawyers - sharp, guarded, and unwilling to trust anyone. But when she takes on a case that feels disturbingly connected to her own past, long buried secrets begin rising to the surface. Now Scarlett must uncover the truth about where she came from while deciding whether to finally let someone in... or do what she does best when life corners her- Burn it all to the ground.

Isla Sorrengail has spent her life surviving in the shadows, sharpening her instincts like a blade. But Basgiath War College is not the kind of battlefield she was trained for. Here, brute strength means little without a dragon willing to bond, and power is earned through blood and strategy. No one knew she existed before she arrived-not the cadets glaring at her back, not the instructors watching her every move, not even the sister who should have known. But Isla is not here to make friends. She is here to claim what was stolen from her-her name, her family, her place in the world. But Basgiath is built to break the weak. And Isla? She has no intention of breaking. Even when rivals seek revenge. Even when her own past hunts her down. Even when the wingleader with shadows in his eyes-Xaden Riorson-watches her like he's trying to unravel her secrets. She will not falter. She will not kneel. She will not lose. Because Isla Sorrengail has already lost everything once. And she refuses to do it again.

Among old-money families, daughters like Virelai Laurent were dangerous things. Not because she was loud. Not because she was rebellious. But because softness like hers made powerful men reckless. She was raised inside marble halls and summer estates where love sounded like protection and control looked elegant from far away. Her father bought her pearls before she learned algebra. Her mother taught her which smile belonged at charity dinners and which silence belonged during negotiations. By nineteen, half the elite world already knew her name. Some wanted her beauty beside them at galas. Some wanted the Laurent fortune tied to theirs. Some wanted her gently. Others wanted her too much. And somewhere between candlelit dinners, whispered gossip, ballroom dances, family expectations, and aching glances held too long- Virelai Laurent would learn something dangerous: Being adored by everyone did not mean being free.

The Polathier's were viewed as a powerful lineage. More power than King Tauri could ever hold. Vidonia Polathier has reached her twenties and her journey towards Basgiath war Collage was here. And she was more than ready, her whole life was dedicated for this moment and she won't let it pass. Deimos Riorson, the second born son of Fen Riorson. He shared the same punishment Xaden has, to save the Rebellion kids. He was in his second year in Basgiath and he had his intentions set. Help his brother reform the Rebellion and stop the venin. What he didn't expect was for a Polathier of all people to interfere with it, and definitely didn't expect for her to be part of such cause --------- Every character except my own belongs to the author of fourth wing

Fourth Wing - Onyx Storm AU Nineteen-year-old Freya Blackfyre has trained her whole life beneath the obsidian peaks of Vaelora, her sword forged in silence, sweat, and the long shadow of a prophecy that's haunted her since childhood: Her blood will be the end of all Venin. The true Dragon Queen, born of storm and stars. To most, the prophecy is a myth. To Freya, it's a prison-one that cost her her parents, her innocence, and the boy she dared to love: Xaden Riorson, the rogue warrior who vanished after a single night of forbidden passion. Now, with war on the horizon and monsters known as the Venin returning from legend, Freya must leave behind everything she's ever known to join Basgaith War College, a brutal academy where the realm's deadliest warriors are trained. The elite school isn't just about tactics and steel-it's riddled with politics, ancient rivalries, and magic as volatile as the dragons who ride the skies. Freya's arrival at Basgaith is anything but quiet. Her bloodline makes her a target, her friends make her a liability, and her own powers-wild, storm-born and dragon-forged-are beginning to awaken. Worse still, the one person she swore to forget is very much alive and waiting: Xaden, now a legendary rider and warbound commander with secrets carved deeper than any blade. As enemies close in and prophecy tightens its grip, Freya must choose: Bow to the destiny others wrote for her, or carve her own future in fire. Because the true danger isn't what she is. It's what she's willing to become.

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead. And Rose Sorrengail has spent her entire life making sure she will be neither. Born strong where her twin sister Violet was fragile, Rose is a force forged in fire-bold, brutal, and unrelenting. While Violet stumbles unwillingly into the Riders Quadrant, Rose charges forward, determined to carve out her own legend within Basgiath War College. But surviving Conscription Day is just the beginning. In a world where strength is currency and dragons don't bond with the weak, Rose quickly becomes known-for her precision, her ruthlessness... and the trail of blood left in her wake. Her enemies fear her. Her instructors warn about her. And Xaden Riorson-lethal wingleader with shadows in his eyes-can't seem to stay away. With war looming, and a rare power awakening within her, Rose must decide what kind of rider she'll become-and what she's willing to sacrifice to protect what's hers. In Basgiath, only the ruthless survive. And Rose Sorrengail was born to conquer.

Aveline Sorrengail. The one some wished to be, and the one others never wanted to meet. Trained since childhood, bruised, beaten and bloodied, she always succeeded. Whether that was through strength, or pure anger, no one knew. She was meant to be a rider, and everyone knew it. To protect her dear sister wouldn't be much of obstacle right? Nor would the marked ones be much of an issue in the quadrant, no matter how much they hated her mother. She wasn't just going to remove any obstacles in her way. She was going to obliterate them. DISCLAIMER! I do not own fourth wing, or any of the characters written by the rightful author, Rebecca Yarros, only my own characters. This is just my adaptation of the story.

Where Margaret O'Hara needs her next adventure and Rupert Campbell-Black needs her. [Rivals] Rupert Campbell-Black x OC

(BOOK 1 Of the QUEENS OF CHAOS SERIES) Isa Valen doesn't believe in restraint. Two weeks ago, she did champagne, a sinfully accented stranger, and a night so consuming she ran before sunrise. She doesn't remember his face. She doesn't remember his name. But her body remembers the way he made it burn. When her sister runs to New York, Isa follows without hesitation. New city. New job. New distractions. Then she meets her boss. Erik Orlov. Billionaire. Bratva Don. A devastatingly gorgeous tattooed man built from control and violence wrapped in tailored suits. The first time he looks at her, something tightens in her chest. The first time he steps close, her pulse betrays her. She doesn't recognize him. He recognizes the curve of her mouth. The sound she made when he touched her. The way she ran. The night she can't remember is the one he hasn't stopped replaying. Now she works beneath him - in his office, in his space, in his world. Every glance lasts too long. Every accidental touch feels deliberate. Every breath between them feels charged. And Erik Orlov does not chase. He claims. Enemies circle his empire. Loyalty fractures. Power shifts. But none of it unsettles him like the woman sitting across his desk, pretending she doesn't feel it too. Until two pink lines appear. Because the only thing more dangerous than their chemistry... Is the secret growing between them. And this time, he won't let her run.