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

They couldn't find her, so they erased all traces of her existence. She was never meant to show up again. Never meant to be seen by anyone. But she decided to step out of the shadows, and onto the parapet. - Started: 6/11-2025

I grew up in the shadow of my brother. The shadow of my last name. No one knew who I was, until everyone knew. Until I was the very definition of control itself. Most riders encounter a dragon up close for the first time when they're twenty years old. I was nine. I've hid our bond from every other human for eleven years, because if anyone finds out I'm dead. Now... Secret's out May the wrong people never hear of it

Daughter of the Great Betrayer Sister of the infamous Xaden Riorson Her story has been written for her. Her name defines who she is. The daughter of Fen Riorson. A deal was struck. Now we must face the consequences. Who is she? Thalira Riorson Liam Mairi x OC Aaric Graycastle (Cam Tauri) x OC _ •STATUS• Fourth Wing- Completed Iron Flame- Completed Onyx Storm- Ongoing

Secrets, betrayal, and forbidden desire intertwine in the world of dragon riders. THIS IS THE SECOND INSTALLMENT Serene Panchek has lived her life in the shadows, trained to be silent and invisible, a master at hiding her secrets. But now, as a third-year in the Fourth Wing, she's drawn into the orbit of Xaden Riorson, the infamous rebel leader with secrets of his own. Their connection is electric, undeniable, and dangerous-especially as Serene discovers that the rebellion may be her only way to escape her father's iron grip. But the truth is as deadly as it is liberating, and as the lines between loyalty and love blur, Serene must decide how much she's willing to risk... and who she's willing to betray. When Violet Sorrengail arrives, bringing both chaos and possibility, Serene and Xaden's forbidden connection is tested, revealing a path that could either doom them... or ignite a revolution. Pre-Fourth Wing ☑ Fourth Wing ☑ Iron Flame (currently) Onyx Storm (TBD)

Darilynn Riorson has spent her entire life in the shadow of her brother-the infamous rebellion heir, Xaden Riorson. When she turns twenty and is conscripted to Basgiath War College, she knows one truth for certain: the Riders Quadrant doesn't forgive weakness. Armed with a sharp tongue, a few equally chaotic friends, and a rebellious streak to rival her brother's, Darilynn is determined to carve her own legacy-not as someone's sister, but as a rider who earns her place in the sky. But Basgiath is more than a school; it's a crucible of secrets where death waits behind every parapet step and trust is rarer than dragonfire. Then there's him-the hidden crown prince of Navarre, living under a false name. Cold, calculated, and infuriatingly untouchable, he embodies everything Darilynn swore to hate. Their rivalry burns hotter than dragonfire... until battle lines blur and sparks ignite something far more dangerous. As war looms and ancient magic stirs beneath Basgiath's walls, Darilynn must decide what-and who-she's willing to fight for. Because surviving the year might not be enough. Not when the truth could burn down the kingdom... and the one person she can't afford to lose. All rights to Rebecca Yarros, I only own my OC's Fem OC x Male OC

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:

Princess Clarke Tauri has always been a symbol - the jewel of the Serran Empire, second in line to a throne she never asked to inherit, trained in diplomacy, etiquette... and how to weaponize a smile. But when war bleeds across the continent and rebellion ignites in the shadows, her father sends her to Basgiath War College with one order: Watch. Learn. Do not bond a dragon. But Clarke has never been good at following the rules. Thrust into the brutal world of Rider Quadrant, she enters under her true name - publicly royal, infamously spoiled, and far more dangerous than anyone expects. Her peers whisper that she's a pawn. A liability. A crown with no place on the battlefield. Until she starts proving them wrong. With a sharp tongue, secret scars, and a fire that won't stay buried, Clarke begins to carve her own legend - and catch the attention of two very different men: Dain Aetos, the golden boy with loyal hands and a wounded heart... and Garrick Tavis, the scowling wing leader who sees too much and trusts nothing. But dragons don't bond to pretty titles or whispered threats. And as tensions rise between rebellion and regime, Clarke must decide what she's willing to burn to become more than a symbol - to become something real. Because in Basgiath, surviving is a choice. Becoming fire is a declaration.

Some loves are born in sunlight. Others grow in the shadow of war. Astrea Ysoria was supposed to heal, not kill. Her hands were meant for mending bones, not gripping daggers. But war orphans don't get the luxury of choice-and when you're the daughter of the general who signed death warrants for rebels, your gentleness becomes a liability the moment you step foot in the Riders Quadrant. What breaks her isn't the bridge designed to kill soft things like her. It's him. Xaden Riorson. Five years of silence. Five years of pretending they never existed to each other. Five years of learning to hate what they used to love. But some bonds refuse to break, even when they should. Even when loving him is treason. Even when every touch feels like betrayal and every heartbeat whispers enemy. This is what happens when war takes children and forges them into weapons. When the only person who ever saw you as whole is the one person you're supposed to destroy. This is a love story. It's also a war story. Sometimes, those are the same thing.

A Tangled-esque retelling incorporating a female OC x Cregan Stark. Oc is NOT a self-insert. At 2 , Aelora Velaryon was beloved by all. Including those outside of her own family. The heir to be, a beautiful Velaryon with long, flowing golden hair, she was the light of the court, Rhaenyra's little flower. She had to be, given that Rhaenyra nearly died while pregnant. It was that which made her a prime target for the plot for a rise in rank. A rash, silly thing. A dare more than anything. And yet, Aelora Velaryon finds herself stolen from her cradle on horseback going North with no one but a strange man to provide comfort. Aelora knows nothing of the life she is supposed to have lived. She knows only of her father keeping her safe in her tower and those lights. The lights she has begged to see every nameday since she could remember. Yet her father has kept her in that tower through fear of the unknown, forcing Aelora to see them only from afar. Until one day, that changes. When a lordling from a Northern house is chased into her tower by a group of wildings. Suddenly, that dream doesn't seem so far away. Perhaps Aelora will get everything she ever wanted after all.