Book 1 of The IronBlood Saga Death was supposed to be the end. Instead, it became a detour. Raina De Luca was forged in blood-the daughter of an Italian mafia don, trained from childhood to survive betrayal, carve power out of fear, and never hesitate. When a rival family puts a bullet in her skull, she expects darkness. What she wakes to is war. Reborn in a land ruled by dragons and deadly magic, Raina is forced into Basgiath War College, where survival is earned one kill at a time. Her instincts make her lethal. Her discipline makes her respected. Her past keeps her dangerous. But nothing about her resurrection is an accident. Her strength is wrong-too natural. Her senses are sharp in ways no human should possess. Her magic, when it stirs, feels ancient... familiar... remembered. And the dragons look at her not with curiosity, but recognition. Whispers follow her through Basgiath-echoes of a life she doesn't remember. A power she once had. A homeland beyond this world entirely. One whose people are older, immortal, and carry starlight in their blood. As Venin rise and war looms, Raina realizes her arrival wasn't fate. It was a mistake. An interruption. A displacement from a world that is calling her back. One ruled by courts. By magic. By a High Lord who has long believed his lost sister died centuries ago. In Navarre, death was mercy. What comes next is the truth she was never meant to forget.

She belongs to him-and he makes sure she never forgets. He's dominant, possessive, and absolutely obsessed. When he wants her, he takes her. Hard. Rough. No questions asked. And she gives in to the heat, the punishment, the addiction of being owned by a man who doesn't share. But power is a dangerous drug-and she wants her own fix. In the aftermath of one night where he ruins her body, she takes control the next morning. Teasing. Taming. Turning the tables. Because if he thinks he owns her completely... She's ready to show him that two can play dirty. Their love isn't soft-it's savage. It's hands against walls, lips that bruise, and moans that never sound like mercy. It's sex laced with war, obsession dripping with need. And neither one of them will surrender.

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead. - Article One, Section One, The Dragon Rider's Codex "Anyone else feel like changing their mind?" Xaden shouts, scanning the remaining rows of cadets with the same shrewd gaze of the navy-blue dragon behind him. "No? Excellent. Roughly half of you will be dead by this time next summer." The formation is silent except for a few untimely sobs from my left. "A third of you again the year after that, and the same your last year. No one cares who your mommy or daddy is here. Even King Tauri's second son died during his Threshing. So tell me again: Do you feel invincible now that you've made it into the Rider's Quadrant? Untouchable? Elite?" No one cheers. Another blast of heat rushes - this time directly at my face - and every muscle in my body clenches, preparing for incineration. But it's not flames... just steam, and it blows back Rhiannon's braid as the dragons finish their simultaneous exhale. The breeches on the first-year ahead of me darken, the color spreading down his legs. They want us scared. Mission accomplished. "Because you're not untouchable or special to them." Xaden points toward the navy dragon and leans forward slightly, like he's letting us in on a secret as we lock eyes. "To them, you're just the prey." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Whose that?" "Rhae Sorrengail, the forgotten daughter. She's Violet's twin, they're nothing alike though. Violet is the calm before a storm, and Rhae is the hurricane. The anger and stubbornness of that woman are insane." "God forbid she and Xaden stay in the same room for too long. Someone would likely end up dead." Started: June 5, 2025. (technically March 24, 2024 bc thats when I started writing it) Finished:

Elara Lennox is the kind of girl who punches first and never bothers asking questions later. Doing it first instead of asking for permission. So what happens when she enters someone else's story? Growing up in a world where loyalty is currency and violence is survival, she's made a living off instinct and grit. So when she wakes up one day in the brutal, magic-fueled world of Fourth Wing, her first reaction isn't fear-it's strategy. Survival. Here, at Basgiath War College, death is part of the curriculum. Dragons choose their riders-or kill the ones they find unworthy. Cadets are trained to become soldiers in a war most won't survive. And Elara? She's not even supposed to exist in this world, let alone thrive in it. But returning home means going back to the streets, to blood-soaked pavement and enemies who don't need magic to end you. So she makes her choice eventually: stay, fight, and figure out how the hell she landed in a fantasy war zone before it eats her alive. One thing's for sure-Elara never plays by the rules. And Basgiath has no idea what it just dragged in. Xaden x foc

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.

✨ She's a popstar with grease-stained roots. He's an F1 heartbreaker with no idea what's about to hit him. ✨ Alexia Valeria Vega-aka Lexi V-isn't expecting much when she lands in Italy for the Monza Grand Prix. She's just there to surprise her childhood best friend, Oscar Piastri, who scored her VIP passes. That's it. No spotlight. No drama. She's brought along her best friend Gia and her boyfriend, Matteo Cruz-a flashy tech CEO and die-hard McLaren fan. But while Matteo loves fast cars, he doesn't love Lexi's rising fame. He smiles for cameras but flinches when the spotlight lingers too long on her. And lately? It's not going anywhere. Because Lexi isn't just another popstar. She's a first-gen Mexican-American artist, blending English and Spanish into genre-breaking hits. But long before the tours and red carpets, she was helping in her uncle's garage, learning engines like lyrics. F1? It's not just cool-it's in her bones. Then she meets Lando Norris. In the McLaren suite, he doesn't recognize her. Not as the global icon everyone else sees. Just a girl talking engines with stars in her eyes. And Lexi? She likes it that way. Weeks later, Lexi invites Oscar to her show in Monaco-and tells him to bring friends. He brings also Lando. And this time, Lando really sees her. He's known for being charming and untouchable. She's known for being playful and fearless. But something about this feels different. Slower. Realer. He doesn't just like her laugh-he likes the way she sees past the fame. And for once, Lexi's not pretending. Because love at 300 km/h doesn't come with warning signs. 🏁💿💔

"𝙈𝙮 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝? 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙫𝙖 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨" "𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙉𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙨??" 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 global pop princess Evangeline Reyes accidentally discovers a Formula 1 driver who has been hopelessly, publicly, and very inconveniently in love with her for years OR 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 Lando Norris finally gets noticed by his celebrity crush... and she has absolutely no idea who he is. motionlessexe - 2025 [lando norris x fem!OC] [popstar au]

Amelia Tauri, the only daughter of King Tauri, has never desired the weight of the crown. Known for her icy beauty and ruthless demeanor, she is every bit as cold as her father. When her older brother died, she didn't shed a tear; when watching the rebels execution, she stood head high and smiled. Beneath her composed exterior, Amelia is sharp, intelligent, and deeply aware of the secrets her father keeps from her. She knows there are more rebels hidden in the shadows, and she is determined to uncover the truth and fight for her people. Since she was little people underestimate her, now was her chance to prove them wrong. Falling in love with Garrick Tavis? That was never part of the plan. And neither was dying. Spoilers of all three books! #Sassy female main character #Garrick Tavis x Tauri Oc

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! ♡

ᴘᴊᴏ ғғ - ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʙʏʀɪɴᴛʜ "𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒." "𝑊𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢." "𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑖𝑡." ☼︎☼︎❁☼︎☼︎ 𝐄𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟. 𝑂𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑂𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ. 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑇𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑. 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠ℎ, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟. 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑦. 𝐴𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝐠𝐨𝐝. 𝐸𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠'𝑠 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲