☆★↬ 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎. Somewhere between war, dragonfire, and years of blurred boundaries, they forgot where one of them began and the other ended. ( 𝐱𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 × 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 )

Danielle Draken has suffered more than a person should. After being marked, surviving with the demons in her head, and having feelings she definitely shouldn't, she's finally headed to Basgiath, along with Xaden and Garrick. The three of them-as the eldest Tyrrish marked children-must prove themselves at the infamous War College, even though most of the people there are only trying to sabotage their paths. Danielle and Xaden both have taken the responsibility of the marked ones, leading to the two of them having to stone their place in Navarre. Danielle's had a crush on him for more than a decade, but she knows he doesn't see her in that way, or does she? But she has a deep secret-the darkest among many-she's not who she says she is. She has more to hide than the entire ocean, and she's surprisingly good at that because, like her father always said, she always gets what she wants. There's parts of her that even she's not aware of, and as she goes through her journey in Navarre, she finds out more and more about herself. Xaden X OC ≿━━━༺❀༻━━━≾ ⚠️To read this story, it is COMPLUSORY to read the first three books to understand what is written, please check the author's note for more about this story⚠️

Long after the events of the Empyrean Series, the legacy of Basgiath continues. Navarre and her neighbors are free from the threats of venin. Or are they? Katlinn Callowick is entering the riders' quadrant as a legacy, following her older sister. Convinced becoming a rider will be her greatest achievement, she plunges into a new era of peril shrouded as peace. Untold of the hardships despite having an active rider sibling, Katlinn discovers becoming a rider will be harder than she thought. Meanwhile, somewhere in the Barrens, something dangerous brews. It'll threaten the entirety of Amaralis, and soon Katlinn will have to stop it. It's the Rebirth of something from before she was born. Whether she stops it or not is up to her, because in the end, it can only be defeated by her hand. This story is split into multiple acts. We have ended the first one. The Rebirth is a fanfiction of Fourth Wing taking place in its universe. All concepts belong to Rebecca Yarros and all OCs belong to me, PrototypicalReadere.

Every heartbeat I touched stitched itself into me, burning threads of light under my skin. Some were fleeting sparks, gone before I could breathe. Others were storms, all rage and fire. But his - Liam's - was different. Unyieling. Fierce. It anchored me when everything else threatened to shatter me. I should have feared it. Bond this deep were dangerous. They bled, they broke, they destroyed. Fainne warned me that feeling too much could shatter even the strongest rider. And yet, when his hand brushed mine, when his presence steadied the chaos inside me, I craved more. More of his fire. More of his light. Even if it meant I'd burn. - A Liam Mairi x OC fanfiction. Friends to lovers. Angst. Slow burns. !DISCLAIMER! All characters (apart for the OC) belong to Rebecca Yarros

Baelon Targaryen el heredero por un día, no venía solo, había una niña que sobrevivió al doloroso parto de su madre, a la muerte de su hermano mellizo, y a la burla de su tío. Aenerys Targaryen desde su primer día nació luchando, y probablemente moriría de la misma forma. La sangre de Dragón es espesa. La sangre siempre llamará a la sangre. *Advertencia* La historia contiene parejas poliamor, escenas fuertes y vocabulario soez, también escenas +18 Recordad que es un fanfic, y no será exactamente como pasa en la serie (en la cual estoy inspirando la historia) Aegon x Aenerys x Aemond La historia y sus personajes no son de mi pertenecía a excepción de Aenerys y otros personajes que si son de mi propia creación.

SEGUNDA PARTE DE "Fear and Flame". -No hay distancia ni circunstancia que pueda matar mi amor por ti, Remi Sorrengail. Eres todo para mí. Me diste tu corazón y lo conservo-Se inclina, para que solo yo pueda oír sus palabras en voz baja-¿Por qué crees que me han dado esas órdenes?-pregunta-Nos temen, nos temen a lo que somos capaces de hacer como equipo, y así debería ser. ✨ 🐉 La vida de Remi Sorrengail ha dado un vuelco total. Los monstruos que le causaron pesadillas de niña son reales, su hermano muerto ha estado vivo en secreto todo este tiempo y nunca la ha contactado, y su pareja ha estado mintiendo sobre todo. Ah, y además es de la realeza. Si a eso le sumamos un grupo de asesinos, un vicecomandante psicótico y una guerra en el horizonte, ella realmente tendrá mucho trabajo por delante, y eso sin tener en cuenta los asuntos del corazón. Autora: hurricane En Ao3 historia original en inglés

Basgiath War College is a hellscape, especially with that swirling relic up my arm. Fourth wing, second squad, flame section is the only way I'm getting through this. He's going to be the death of me. It won't be the dragons, it won't be the challenges, or threshing or the gauntlet. It'll be him. Whether I like it or not. ridoc gamlyn x oc garrick tavis x oc love triangle

Kate and the marked ones have survived their first encounter with the venin. Her second year at Basgiath is going to be a brand new task of all proportions. Garrick and Ridoc continue to fight for her love, for her attention, for her heart. There's more at stake, more risks, more trauma, and of course, more secrets she must keep from her friends. The burning relic never gets easier, there's always some threat around the corner. With assassination attempts, the new RSC classes, and of course, her dragon is mated to a brand new lieutenant. Where does Kate go from here? Who can she really turn to? And how does she handle "becoming the new Xaden" at Basgiath?

Seryl Melgren no quiere gustar. Quiere ganar. Aterradoramente hermosa, con la lengua afilada como la punta de sus flechas y una forma muy suya de decir cosas raras que, por alguna razón, terminan demostrando parte de su dulzura. No nació para ser normal. Nació para ser inolvidable. Y Basgiath... bueno, Basgiath no está listo para alguien como ella. Entre enemigos ocultos, un apellido que muchos quisieran borrar y el fuego constante de querer sobrevivir, lo último que esperaba era a Garrick Tavis. Y, mucho menos, lo que llegó a sentir por él. Porque aunque finja que no le importa nadie, si te acercas lo suficiente, puede que te queme... y que te quedes queriendo más de su fuego.

Nadie en Basgiath sabe quién soy realmente. Y si lo supieran... me destruirían por ello. Me llamo Isabela Riorson. Hermana menor de Xaden Riorson. Hija de un traidor, marcada por un apellido que pesa como una sentencia. Todos creen que soy una más entre los jinetes. Que tengo un solo sello. Que mi existencia es irrelevante. Pero la verdad es que tres dragones me eligieron durante la Trilla. Tres vínculos. Tres sellos imposibles de explicar. Y si la Asamblea descubre lo que soy, me convertirán en un arma. O en una amenaza a eliminar. Solo mi hermano lo sabe. Nadie más. Ni siquiera Violet Sorrengail, ni los jinetes con los que entreno. Ni él. Kael Morren. El jinete que más me odia. El soldado leal que ve en mí todo lo que desprecia: un apellido manchado de rebelión. Un monstruo disfrazado de jinete. Y, sin embargo, cada vez que cruzamos miradas, el odio se mezcla con algo que ninguno de los dos puede controlar. Porque yo no vine a Basgiath a esconderme. Vine a sobrevivir. A luchar. Y si es necesario... a quemarlo todo.