Princess Ayla has lived her entire life behind palace walls, protected by protocol and propriety. But when assassins strike at a royal banquet, her beloved guard dies in her arms, and everything changes. The tournament to choose her new protector draws hundreds of Navarre's finest warriors. None expect the masked victor to be Xaden Riorson-son of a executed traitor, marked as dangerous, and everything a princess should fear. He kneels before her with blood on his mouth and shadows at his back. He swears an oath with rebellion in his voice. And when their eyes meet, Ayla realizes the greatest threat isn't the enemies hunting her. It's the way she can't look away from the most dangerous man in the kingdom.

Oleander Sorrengail survived her first year in the Riders Quadrant, but survival came at a cost no one understands. Not her brother, who she thought was dead, only to learn he chose a war over her. Not her twin, who she will always come second to. And certainly not her mother, General Lilith Sorrengail, who has only ever seen her as a disappointment, and a tool to wield. Bonded to a feral dragon, Oleander was never expected to develop a signet. Most assumed she would become another casualty, either of her own magic or of stronger riders. But during the worst moment of her life, her power finally drips out of her. Nightmares made of black ink. Creatures that move like liquid metal. Horrors that react to her every emotion and reflect something dark enough that even her allies begin to question what she is. And Oleander has no idea how to control them. When Basgiath's leadership realizes what she can do, they see more than a rider. They see the ultimate tool. The perfect weapon. And they will stop at nothing until Oleander becomes exactly that. This is an Iron Flame fanfic intended for audiences 18+ due to mature content.

She never meant to touch the stone. One moment she was grieving her mother and the next she finds herself stumbling through the halls of Basgiath War College on Conscription Day - a stranger in the world of dragons, rebellion and lies. She doesn't belong here. The dragons know it, the commanders know it and so does Xaden Riorson, a first year marked one with secrets he can't afford to lose. Update: Twice a week.

She crossed the Parapet with her eyes closed. No one knew her name. Not really. Not the riders, not the commandant. Not even the boy she once knew, who now leads the very quadrant she's been thrown into. Aeliana Sorynne is a survivor. Marked by magic, scarred by secrets, raised in the shadows of rebellion. Now, she enters Basgiath War College under a name no one remembers - carrying nothing but a rune, a memory, and the skills of someone who should've died years ago. Assigned to Fourth Wing, Tail Section, Second Squad, Aeliana must navigate brutal training, suspicious cadets, and the heavy eyes of dragons that seem to see more than they should. She's not here to be chosen. She's here to endure. But surviving is never that simple - not when her past walks the same halls, not when dragons are watching, and not when trust could mean everything... or cost her everything.

I was 20 when I started fighting cancer.. While in the hospital, reading became second nature to me. I read from thrillers like The Good Samaritan by John Marrs, to Fantasy like Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros among other genres. It became my escape to feel like I was in a different place watching other people's life unfold and not in my reality. A few years later, my body stopped responding to treatments. I died at the age of 25. I was free. Finally Free. . . . Everything was peaceful and warm for a while. Until it wasn't. . . When I opened my eyes I discovered that I was no longer in my haven but somewhere else entirely. Waking up to a body that isn't mine but whose memories I still have and now I have to pretend to be her. Having to lie to so many people who care about me (her) while remaining hidden from the man who tried to murder me. To find out I'm in Navarre . . . . in FUCKING NAVARRE of all places!!!!! In Fourth Wing !!!! Enrolling myself into Basgiath War College to become a Rider is the only option I see working for me. I was sent to Navarre to become a Dragon Rider for a reason. I know my character NEVER existed in the books. So now I just have to discover why was I brought here and who brought me here? But the most important question of all is; now that I'm here could changes be made to the story? OC x Xaden Riorson Violet x Liam Mairi This world and characters belong to Rebecca Yarros from her book Fourth Wing. What belongs to me is the character that I created for this and the scenes that I change or recreate. My first Fanfic super excited! Maybe will post 2 times a week and you will get different POVs

Aeloria Tauri returns not as a princess, but as something far more dangerous. The girl who once wore her crown like a weapon has been sharpened into one. Basgiath has stripped her down to bone and rebuilt her in fire, leaving behind the entitled daughter of King Tauri and forging a rider who understands the true cost of power. But survival was only the beginning. Because now, the truth she's uncovered threatens to unravel everything she thought she knew, about her kingdom, her family, and herself. With rebellion simmering beneath the surface and war looming closer than ever, Aeloria finds herself caught between two worlds: the one she was born to rule and the one she's begun to believe in. Loyalties fracture, alliances shift, and the line between enemy and ally blurs until it's almost unrecognisable. And then there's him. What began as something dangerous has become something impossible to ignore. Loving a rebel was never part of the plan, but neither was becoming one. Haunted by the choices she's made and the blood she's spilled, Aeloria must decide who she truly is: the heir to a broken throne, or the girl willing to burn it to the ground. Because this time, it's not just her life at stake. It's the entirety of her kingdom. [ Garrick Tavis x OC Female Character] [ All rights reserved ! ]

Veronica Dawson was never meant to be more than a reader of someone else's legend. Then she wakes in the brutal halls of Basgiath War College, inside a world she was only ever supposed to escape into. Survival should be simple. Keep her head down. Follow the plot she already knows. Do not interfere. But the moment she becomes Verena Draeven, everything slips out of her control. Dragons take notice of her. Power answers her in ways it should not. And Xaden Riorson, lethal and unreadable, looks at her like he sees the cracks in her soul and the secrets buried beneath them. Verena knows she does not belong in this world. She knows the dangers waiting for her, the deaths that should come, and the monsters hiding behind human faces. She knows the future. She knows the ending. What she does not know is what she is becoming. Because something ancient stirs. Something the dragons recognize. And the longer she remains in this world, the more it bends around her, reshaping itself in ways she cannot stop. If Basgiath begins to unravel, it will not be because she broke the story. It will be because this world was never meant to contain her. A Fourth Wing fanfic Xaden x Female OC

Somehow, a narcoleptic transmigrator is working as a stablehand in the Henituse County. That's fine, there's no way Cale would care enough about this random boy working with the horses, right? He can just stay here unnoticed, never getting involved with the story... Agh, if he knew he'd transmigrate, he would've at least read more of it first! - Trash of the Count's Family (TOTCF) / Lout of the Count's Family (LOTCF) Fanfiction. I don't own TCF/LCF, this is just fan fiction. WARNINGS: CASUAL DEPICTIONS OF SELF HARM, MURDER, AND IMPLIED/REFERENCED RAPE/NONCON* READ AT OWN RISK. *Implied/Reference Sexual Assault occurs at Chapters 11 and 20. Emphasis on 'implied' as it does not occur in text, just in dialogue and context clues.

They tore each other apart - in bed and out. Ben and Lex's marriage was chaos wrapped in violence and desire. But they haven't seen each other since their 'unofficial' divorce - or since being held captive by the Russians, locked away in separate hells. Now after waking the two are forced to reunite, their bitter war is far from over. And their hate, obsession, and fire collide.

He's a Fatui trainee with zero discipline, questionable morals, and a system that rewards chaos. Thrown into the icy world of Teyvat, discovers he can gain power by frustrating others-and he's very good at it. With meme-worthy tactics, absurd lottery rewards, and a mounting trail of humiliated elites, he stumbles his way up the Fatui ranks... One prank at a time. But when the nations unite to stop this disaster in uniform, the Fatui simply respond: "He's not even officially hired."