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." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who is 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. Finished:

Auren Riorson has always walked a fine line-between shadow and steel, between survival and something more. Trained as a Rider, secretly drawn to healing, and bonded with a dangerous bloodwielding power, she can control blood itself-either to save or to destroy. Stepping into Basgiath War College, Auren finds herself back in the chaos: brutal training, cutthroat politics, and dragons circling overhead, their roars shaking the stone halls. With her loyal best friend Liam by her side and her older brother Xaden looming over every move, she has to keep her wits sharp. Because in this world, one wrong step could mean death-or worse. But graduating the war college isn't the only danger. Venin hunters, wyverns with razor-sharp teeth, and enemies hiding in plain sight are closing in. And as the stakes rise, Auren will have to face her family's deadly past, master the terrifying power she was bound with, and figure out if loyalty and love are worth the risk when everything could be ripped away in a heartbeat. ------------ if you haven't already read the Fourth Wing series... like, what are you even doing with your life?? 😂 go give rebecca yarros all the love because it's honestly one of the best series i've ever read. this fic is obviously inspired by her world, but for me it's turned into a story about love, friendship, found family, and especially the bond between siblings. a lot of it follows the storyline from fourth wing / iron flame / onyx storm, but i've changed up some of the characters, a few signets, and since onyx storm just came out-anything beyond that is just my own theories and imagination making it my own thing. and hey, if it's not your vibe... totally fine. don't read it, I'm sure there are sooo many other good ones out there! 🖤 and nooo i'm not telling you who Auren's romance arc is-you'll just have to keep guessing 👀

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.

In the hallowed halls of Basgiath War College, where dragon riders are forged, a new cadet emerges: Seraphina Draven. With a fiery temper and unparalleled combat skills, Seraphina is determined to carve her own path, even as whispers of her parents' roles in the Tyrrish Rebellion echo through the corridors. As a first-year student alongside Violet Sorrengail, Seraphina must navigate the treacherous dynamics of the college, all while concealing her deep connection to Xaden Riorson, the enigmatic leader of the marked ones. Bound by a shared past and a love that defies the scars of their lineage, Seraphina and Xaden face challenges that threaten not only their bond but the very fabric of their world. --- Posting schedule : randomly through the week beacause I'm on my summer break! STARTED - 24.1.2025. FINISHED - 16.10.2025. fourth wing (act one) finished -16.3.2025 iron flame (act two and three) finished - 28.5.2025. onyx storm (act four) - ONGOING in this book and in the second book "Onyx's legacy"

When Skyla Whitlock, a renowned criminal, turns the age of 20, she is forced to join the Riders Quadrant. Just as did all the other children of the separatists did, as per the contract made by Xaden Riorson and General Lilith Sorrengail. She would make it her life's goal to see General Sorrengail, along with General Melgren, dead. However, that particular moment would have to wait. In the mean time, she needed to find Xaden. He would be a second year by the time she crossed the Parapet, and she would make it her mission to find Xaden and become his ally at Basgiath War College. She would give her life for his, as for he had done far more for her than she deserved. She would become as loyal to him as a dog to its owner. This book is a fan fiction of Rebecca Yarros' Empyrean series. It takes place one year before fourth wing, I plan to make books that follow the series. So there should be five more after this one, six in total. All characters and storyline belong to RY, besides Skyla Whitlock and some added characters that I made up due to when and where this book takes place. Please enjoy and feel free to criticize and critique my writing. The pictures on the cover are all from Pinterest, none are mine.

Book Two She was never meant to rule. That doesn't mean she won't control those who do. After the King's sudden death, Elara Sorrengail is forced into a role she never asked for-Duchess, rider, and unwilling player in a political game she knows all too well. Her cousin now wears the crown. And while he may sit on the throne, Elara has no intention of letting him destroy everything Xaden and the rebellion had been working towards. Because power isn't about who rules. It's about who they listen to. But court politics are only the beginning. War is coming. Alliances are shifting. And Basgiath is now longer a semi safe place, because Varrish has arrived. Elara is learning to trust Kaerith again, but it is hard when she doesn't know if he will be more loyal to his parents, or her--his rider. Xaden Riorson is still her husband who has been keeping secrets. Garrick Tavis is still a steady presence keeping her sane. And whatever exists between the three of them? It's only getting more intertwined. Her signet is changing....evolving. Light no longer behaves the way it used to. And something new is beginning to stir beneath it. With enemies closing in and tension rising on every front, Elara will have to decide: Will she play their game? Or will she be the one pulling the strings?

••••• His hand roughly grabs my chin, and my face is pulled closer to his as his lips move towards my ear, his fingers brushing a strand of my hair back. "You have to clean it up now," he murmurs, and I hum as I shuffle closer, wiping the frosting away with my finger. He watches me as I lick the frosting off my finger and push it into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it as I pull it out with a smirk tugging at my lips. "Did you enjoy that?" I whisper in his ear, and his eyes darken in response. The only response I needed. ••••• Diana La Rossi was given her first target at the age of 20, after spending her whole life in isolation. The mission opens up a ticket to her freedom, a ticket to her exploring the world beyond the glass panels from her room, but also opening a path to new opportunities, such as love. But she is not alone, and suddenly the heirs of the best mafias in Italy have to chase their target, either together or alone. But Diana doesn't only meet new friends and live her life in danger but excitement, she also finds a new family and love, with a past that was buried too deep.

He burned for control. She was born of chaos. Together, they'll shatter the laws that broke them-and forge a love fierce enough to change everything. - In a kingdom where magic is law and the powerless are sold like cattle, survival is a coin few can afford. Every season, the poorest are swept from the streets and auctioned off as Familiars - living mana batteries to feed the ambitions of greedy sorcerers. Forgotten. Disposable. Erissa expected pain when she was claimed by Lord Kaelen Carmentis - the coldest sorcerer in the court, and heir to one of the oldest bloodlines in the realm. She didn't expect the bond to awaken something inside her. And she certainly didn't expect that, in the silence between them, she would feel safe. But Familiars aren't meant to be felt. And whatever is growing between them... is breaking every rule. Because she was never meant to survive the system. She was meant to rewrite it - and burn the old world down in the process.

Amelia Davis is 20 and she's apart of the Moonlight pack. She has already shifted and she hasn't found her mate yet. This doesn't worry her because she's still young and wants to live her life more. Amelia has long dark midnight hair and beautiful green eyes, with pale skin. She is strong willed and is her father's daughter. Xavier Harrison is 22 and is looking for his mate. He needs a Queen to keep him sane on the throne. He is short tempered and possessive. He has dark hair and brown eyes. She wolves are swept of their feet by his looks and charm. He's in search of his mate. He will never let her go. What will happen when these two find out they're mates? *** I could feel my heart thumping out of my chest. I felt tingles all around me. I quickly put my head down. The truth was going to come out and I wasn't ready for it. I knew what was going to happen. I was so terrified, I just wanted to go home. My throat went dry. I could feel him stop in front of me. I could feel his power coming off of him. I could feel the air change. Kat was loosing her mind, she was so happy. I was so scared. Once I looked up everything was going to change. I wasn't ready, my god why does this have to happen to me. I felt his warm fingertips on the bottom of my chin. It sent shivers into my spine. I wanted more, I wanted more of his touch. It's like my body needed it. I wanted to throw my hand around him. He lifted my chin up slowly, and everything paused. I saw his beautiful honey eyes. "Mate" Kat said in my head. It was like I was staring into his soul. We were so close I could hear him breathing. His steady breathing was the best music I could hear. He nearly stopped my breath, it felt like I was floating. His honey eyes were staring into mine he looked mesmerized. He took his hand off my chin and softly grabbed my hand. He pulled it up to his mouth and said "I believe you're my Queen." He said in a deep enriching voice. Then he kissed my hand with his soft lips.