Some are born to rule. Others are forced to. Verena Valois never wanted the throne, but fate has other plans. To survive Basgiath War College, she must fight-not as a princess, but as a rider. She came for Ryuga Vaenor, her best friend, her only constant. But Basgiath is ruthless, and survival demands strength, not sentiment. Then there's Xaden Riorson-a complication she doesn't need. Dangerous, infuriating, impossible to ignore. Hatred fuels their every encounter, sharp as a blade's edge, yet beneath the fury lies something far more lethal. Shadows cling to them both, secrets buried too deep to be spoken. And in a world where trust is a death sentence, desire is even deadlier. Meanwhile, Ryuga Vaenor watches from the sidelines, his love for Verena a silent war he cannot win. But in a place where loyalty is a weapon and love is a weakness, will he be her shield-or her downfall? The Valois and Vaenor stand apart from Navarre-kingdoms of their own, bound by no oaths, ruled by no outside power. Their strength is undeniable, their histories woven deep into the fabric of war and dominance. The Valois dragons, the first and strongest, bow to no one, their fire hotter, their magic deeper than Navarre dares to claim. Their presence alone is a declaration: they do not take sides-they are the side. As whispers of rebellion rise, Verena must make a choice: embrace the destiny she never wanted-or burn trying to escape it. "Not all wars are fought in daylight. Some begin where shadows meet." Stay tuned & don't forget to vote & comment! ♡

ETHEREAL SKIES. ❪ xaden riorson ❫ ❛ you have a place in my heart no one else could ever have ❜ ❪ the empryean ❫ ❪ pre fourth wing - iron flame ❫ ❪ book one in the wings of mind and soul saga ❫ ©Cherxe ©Rebecca Yarros

Hi! So this is my first ever fanfiction that I'm writing about Paedyn and Kai. If you really like this fanfiction, lmk! I'm taking requests on what to write. All characters belong to Lauren Roberts

Kai azer x fem oc The azer brothers fall for the same girl, twice Kitt azer x fem oc Kitt azer x paedyn gray Kai azer x fem oc Kai azer x paedyn gray "because the beast doesn't get the beauty" "I'd let the world burn for you" "Call me whatever you want, just call me yours"

Aeloria Tauri, the fearless and entitled daughter of King Tauri, is forced to navigate a world where power and betrayal are ever-present. Raised to flaunt her birthright, she harbors a deep hatred for her enemies. As tensions rise within her kingdom and deadly secrets unravel, Aeloria decides to leave the palace and forge her own path. Torn between loyalty to her family and the fire of vengeance that consumes her, she is thrust into a game where every move could mean life or death. Alongside her best friend Ridoc and her childhood friend Violet Sorrengail, Aeloria never thought to fall in love at Basgiath. Especially to a rebel. [ Garrick Tavis x Original Female Character ] [ All Rights Reserved ]

You're forced into the Rider's Quadrant, just like every other kid with a rebellion relic. Every marked one knows who Xaden Riorson is. His father is the reason we have the marks in the first place. Xaden thinks he knows all the marked kids, but there's one he doesn't know about. You.

Vivian Sorrengail was forged for war - sharpened by cruelty, tempered in blood. Her destiny was written in the clash of swords and the blood that stains her hands, a legacy of obedience wrapped in violence. But prophecy doesn't bow to kings, and fate doesn't care for loyalty. When ancient powers stir and enemies bleed from the shadows, Vivian will have to decide what kind of monster they turned her into - and whether she'll burn their kingdom down before it can bury her first. ⸻ "You are a weapon, a servant of Navarre." "I am whoever I choose to be. A monster or savior. A damn reckoning. You're going to regret ever crossing me."

Xanthe Sorrengail has always known exactly where she belongs-on the back of a dragon. Unlike her twin, Violet, who was forced into the Riders Quadrant, Xanthe has spent her entire life preparing for Basgiath. She was born to be a rider. But there's one problem: she's a marked one. At ten years old, she met Xaden Riorson. At ten, she fell in love. And at eleven a half, she got disowned, and at fourteen she lost everything. When her mother discovered her and Xaden's relationship, she was disowned and cast out, forced to take refuge with the Riorson family. But when the rebellion fell, she was branded a traitor and forced back into her mother's cold, unforgiving grasp. Now, at twenty, she and Violet are being shoved into Basgiath, where enemies lurk around every corner and survival is never guaranteed. Xanthe is determined to prove she belongs, to claim her place among the riders-even if it means facing the boy who still holds her heart. Because love, like dragons, is never easily tamed. ☆☆☆ Posting schedule : randomly through the week beacause of school (usually weeknds) STARTED - 29.3.2025. FINISHED - FOURTH WING (Act one) - FINISHED - 27.4.2025. IRON FLAME (Act two) - ONGOING

In a world ruled by dragons and sharpened by war, Veronica Dawson was never meant to be anything more than a shadow in someone else's story. Thrown into the brutal halls of Basgiath War College, a place she's only ever read about, Veronica knows the rules: survive, stay quiet, and don't change the plot. After all, she already knows how it ends. But nothing goes as planned when she crosses paths with Xaden Riorson-lethal, unreadable, and far more dangerous than the pages ever described. His piercing gaze sees too much. And worse, he starts asking questions no one should. Surrounded by dragons, haunted by secrets that were never hers to carry, and hunted by a fate she thought she could avoid, Verena walks the knife-edge between knowledge and exposure. Because the truth is, she doesn't belong here. But the longer she stays, the harder it becomes to pull away. And if the world she's trapped in begins to unravel... It might not be because of what she knows... But because of who she's becoming. A Fourth Wing fanfic Xaden x Female OC

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.