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.

Illena Draekar had no idea why she applied to be a dragon rider. She had her reasons, of course. But her reasons were a secret, and Illena was so full of them that she didn't know anymore what was a secret and what was just a fact. She had a plan, that was a fact. But the plan itself was a secret. The war was getting worse, that was a fact, and was also a fact that Illena was the one to blame for that. Which war? That was a secret. Why she was the one to blame? Also a secret. Why she had so many secrets and so many facts? Well, that's a secret. But I'll give you a fact: she thinks it's time to fight. And what better place to begin than Basgiath? The marked ones were there. The dragons were there, the professors, the weapons, the lies, the reasons, they were all there. The only thing she did not expect to be there was love. But love was for children, and Garrick surely wasn't one. Illena may have fallen in love with him, anyway. But that was a secret as well. And also a fact. (This is a Fourth Wing fanfiction, the characters and the story belongs to Rebecca Yarros, only the main character, Illena, is original)

A Monster. That's what they'd always called her. Sasha wasn't delusional enough to think they were wrong. Made of shadow and suffering, raised in cold and cruelty, she was every inch the monster the world feared her to be. She tried not to hate herself for it, for the way this world had forced her to be. Maybe she did not deserve this life she'd been given, the life that had been forced on her, but she'd been through too much to give it up now. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ON HIATUS (soz) ACOTAR oc insert Multiple(?) romances Plot centred Started : 7/10/24 ACOMAF finished : 12/6/25 ACOWAR finished : ... ACOFAS finished : ... ACOSF finished : ... Idk how well this will do but the hyperfixation will consume my soul if I don't get this out my system :)

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

"You're angry, frustrated. You want some form of release. I can help you with what you want." I drop my hand to trace the edge of his wrist sensually. "If that's what you want. I'm consenting." His eyes turn from brown to black within a matter of seconds, his nostrils flare as he attempts to keep everything together but I could tell he's struggling. He opens his mouth to speak but ends up pressing his hand to my throat, slamming me into the corridor wall. Kassian's lips graze my jaw, feeling the heat of his body radiate against mine. "What I want is to fuck you hard until you're screaming, your legs are shaking and your pussy is dripping." My mouth quivers at his words, keeping the eye contact between us. "Then take me," I pant out desperately. "Right here. Right now." . . . When Cleo is cursed by her mother because of long term envy, she turns to a life of misery and torment. The curse slowly killing her day by day, the main purpose to block her ability to sense her mate. Cleo despises everyone, destroying anything and everything in her way, her heart growing colder by the second. When she trespasses on Kassian's land, an Alpha with severe anger issues. His pack fight to spare her life after Kassian is adamant on killing her, not trusting her vicious ways. But Cleo is out for revenge on her mother and she won't stop until she's got it. 18+

"For once, can you look at me?" "I've always seen you as you are." ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Carina Malfoy's eyes reflected clear blue skies for Harry Potter, a feeling of soaring through the air. However, in his, she perceived only trouble, igniting a desire within her to burn everything down. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Carina Malfoy, the younger twin sister of Draco Malfoy, anticipated that her life would take a troublesome turn when Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, rejected her brother's handshake and friendship. However, for some unexplainable reason, the Slytherin couldn't shake off the infamous Gryffindor's persistent presence. Follow the youngest Malfoy as she begins to question everything she was taught and gradually falls in love with Hogwarts' Golden Boy. (Year 1-7) ALL CHARACTERS EXCEPT CARINA BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING!! COVER MADE BY @CarissaBri This book is also on Quetov by my account, Jessie V. ------------------------------------------------------------------ The Philosopher's Stone [✔️] The Chamber of Secrets [✔️] The Prisoner of Azkaban [✔️] The Goblet of Fire [] The Order of the Phoenix [] The Deathly Hollows [] Epilogue []

〝𝐈𝐭ʼ𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.〞 Ellis Grindelwald used to wish she was a Squib, too. Then, perhaps, all she had to do was answer questions about whether she really hailed from a certain village in Switzerland: she did not. Alas, when she was thrusted into the realm of non-magic, she was not welcomed. As much as nobody had the slightest clue about her heritage, none was fooled by her mismatched eyes. One light, one dark: it was the epitome of evil. It did not help that strange things always seemed to happen around her, including a barn owl swooping into her dorm room on her eleventh birthday. She felt like she had waited her entire life for that moment. Her chance to turn her life around had finally come. There was not going to be time for friends, not that she would make any. There was not going to be time for boys; those were a waste. There was only time for study, because a basketful of O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s was her only ticket to leave behind what she had. It was time to reenter the world in which her name heralded wickedness and villainy--it was time to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡.

Fate had her remain with her father and youngest sister the day the debt collectors came. It was fate that her father let her go. It was fate that gave her a new husband, a new home. It was fate that her younger sister disappeared. It was fate that brought her to her father's estate the day Feyre returned with her new family and asked for help. She hated Fate, but it was fate that lead her to him. This is a fanfiction of ACOTAR I do not own the original characters or plot of the series by S.J. Maas, but my Iyla and the additions she brings to the plot are my own. This story contains graphic depictions of violence, some gore, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes. TW* The story hints upon lack of consent in marital bed and underage marriage (character is 16 when she marries)* TW* domestic abuse is a theme in the first chapters and may be depicted *All images used were plucked from a google search. I don't own a single one.*

"The Cauldron Made me. But something older claimed me." Gaia Archeron was never chosen. Not by magic, not by fate. She was a girl who survived because no one expected her to. Until she died. And when death came, it didn't keep her. Not when an ancient power-older than the Cauldron, older than Prythian-answered a forgotten wish and pulled her back. Now, something stirs beneath her skin. Starborn. Hollowed. Changed. Not quite mortal. Not quite Made. But something in between. And the world that let her die is not ready for what she's become. OC X Rhysand ****Disclaimer**** This is a work of fanfiction based on the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas. I do not own any part of the original universe, characters, or settings created by the author. All rights to the ACOTAR world belong to Sarah J. Maas and her publishers. Original characters, plotlines, and interpretations introduced in this story-such as Gaia Archeron and The Starborn Saga-are my own creation and meant for entertainment purposes only. This story is not intended for commercial use. First installment of The Starborn Saga ***Attention*** There will be some changes in the story line, but not enough that will mess with the original one.

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 /𝘸ɪ𝘵ʃ/ 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 1. 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬. "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ, ᴇꜱᴍᴇ" "ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ, ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ"