Xaden Riorson x oc Elora Sorrow has been told her entire life that she is a mistake, an abomination. Raised by her aunt since her parents died when she was merely an infant, Elora had an extremely hard upbringing. She was thrown into the Riders Quadrant when she was 20, hoping that when the dragons realised what she was, she would be killed instantly. So, against all odds, Elora must fight hard not only just to survive, but to conceal what she actually is from the cadets and dragons around her. But when she meets a certain Wingleader and sparks fly, Elora must stay focused and remember what's at stake. After all, if he found out what she actually was, he would kill her without hesitation.

Revolution runs in Alexandra Riorson's blood. It beats in her heart, burns in her lungs, and hums through every strike she throws. When she enters Basgiath War College, she does so with a clear-cut plan: protect her brother, Xaden Riorson, from his own relentless sense of responsibility; protect the friends and family Navarre once tried to destroy; survive long enough to return to Aretia. And when the time finally comes, take back Tyrrendor. But starting a Revolution is one thing. Surviving it is another. ~ Fourth Wing Prequel ~

Three years ago, Fen's apostasy failed, forcing Astraea Tavis into the Rider's Quadrant. She crosses the parapet, not breaking a sweat. She has trained harder than ever these past years. But she is pissed off at the cowards covering up the truth, and that anger just builds up inside her. How long will it take the authorities that putting her in the Quadrant was a bad idea? Because she will explode, and when she does, you'd better be far away. !!!This story starts before the events of Fourth Wing. It will follow Astraea through her years at Basgiath, up until Onyx Storm, when I will change the plot!!! All characters except my own belong to Rebecca Yarros! Started: 27/1/2026 || 27 Januari 2026 Finished: N/A Update schedule: I will take a break from this story for a bit, and try to find more motivation to write :) Highest accomplishment: - #4 in stars, 20,7K stories The Empyrean Series

Calista Tauri was never meant to be a rider. As the King of Navarre's daughter, her place was at court - smiling, silent, and strategically valuable. But Cal knows the truth about the venin, and she refuses to let her father keep the kingdom blind. So she gives him a choice: Let her enter the Riders Quadrant... Or she exposes everything. Sent to Basgiath in what her father believes is a death sentence, Cal must survive dragons, deadly politics, and the ruthless wingleader who watches her like she's a threat instead of a princess. Xaden Riorson has every reason to hate the crown. He didn't expect to fall for it. #1 XadenRiorson out of 543 3/12/26 #2 Rebellion out of 11.2k!!!!! 3/12/26 #1 RebeccaYarros out of 126 3/12/26 All rights reserved to Rebecca Yarros besides my own OCs and any new plots/etc.

"𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ, 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦." Danielle Fyr: the last living legacy of her bloodline, is a whisper among the Tyrrish. A ghost on the lips of her people. The Fyr bloodline is sacred, a unique one intertwined with their dragons. Because they are not just regular humans, but the only ones with magic still in their veins. Their souls are entertwined with their dragons through unique bonds that have stretched through generations. And Danielle is special because she is not only bonded to one dragon, or two, but 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 dragons. And she has returned to protect her people... and claim what is rightfully hers. Fanfiction|Fantasy|Romantacy 18+ ONGOING RANDOM UPDATES UNDERGOING MAJOR REWRITE I DO NOT OWN FOURTH WING! FOURTH WING IS OWNED BY REBECCA YARROS ONLY!

I want to help people. It's what I've always wanted. And you can't stop me. - Started: 2/1-2026

#1 in Tairn When the Great War begins, dragons want nothing to do with mortals. Navarre is losing against the Venin. Magic burns the battlefields. Provinces fall. And Seris Riorson? She's locked in a tower like a precious jewel no one is allowed to touch. The youngest of her family, adored but smothered, Seris was trained to fight, yet forbidden to ever set foot near danger. Especially not the Tyrrish nesting grounds, where one mistake might start a second war. But curiosity has always been her ruin. What begins as a stolen escape into the forest becomes an ambush at the border. Venin see her. They recognize the Duke's daughter. And they want her. And a poison-tipped blade doesn't care how brave she is. As darkness claims her, Amelia sees the last thing she ever expected: a massive black dragon, eyes like molten gold, watching her fall. Tairn does not save humans. Tairn does not choose humans. Tairn does not transform into a man for anyone. Until her. #1 in Tairn #1 in Empyrean

"You don't know me, not 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆" "𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔..."

Being marked is a curse. Being a Riorson? A death sentence. Verena Riorson-sister to Xaden Riorson, daughter of Fen Riorson, the kingdom's most hated traitor-wasn't raised, she was reforged. Life didn't just shove her down-it beat her bloody and taught her to crawl in silence. Mercy? That word died the day her father did. After the execution, she wasn't fostered with a kind family like the others. No, the kingdom handed her over to the Velmires-a family that worshipped loyalty and burned hatred into the bones of every Marked child they touched. They didn't just punish her for her bloodline. They broke her for it. Rebuilt her into a weapon so sharp, even the gods would flinch. She begged once. Covered in blood, trembling on her knees, she whispered for mercy. The Velmires taught her what a mistake that was. She never asked again. Now she wears her scars like armor. Each mark carved into her back is proof that she survived the kind of hell no one walked out of whole. And Xaden? Her beloved older brother? He never came. Never searched. Never cared. Not until it was too late. The little sister he remembered-the kind-hearted, bright-eyed girl who clung to his hand-is long dead. In her place stands something else. Something colder. Stronger. Unforgiving. She's done hiding the monster they created. Done pretending the fire inside her wasn't born to burn kingdoms down. Verena Riorson has come to remind them all why they should've killed her when they had the chance. And gods help the ones who ever thought they broke her-because now? She's the storm they'll never survive.

Stolen from her family at just three years old, Esme De Luca was raised in darkness, molded into a weapon by the very people who tore her away. Thirteen years later, she escapes, only to be thrust into a world she barely remembers-a family that never stopped searching for her, a life that feels foreign, and love she doesn't know how to accept. Her six brothers don't know how to reach the sister they lost, and her parents struggle to heal the wounds they can't see. But Esme isn't just a victim-she's an assassin, trained to survive at all costs. And when her past refuses to let her go, she must decide whether to embrace the warmth of the family she was born into or remain the cold, deadly force she was made to be. With danger lurking in the shadows and the rival mafia determined to reclaim their prized assassin, Esme must fight not only for her freedom but for the chance at a life she never thought she could have. Love, loyalty, and bloodshed intertwine in this gripping tale of resilience, redemption, and a girl learning what it truly means to have a family.