The time for lessons and uncertainty is over. The time for fear is long gone. Enemies are closing in from outside their walls and within their ranks. Aretia's wards are failing, and it's not undoubtedly safe to stay there anymore, especially not when the search for the seventh breed of dragons is on for only a specific and elite group of riders. It takes challenges, and tests, no magic available to anyone. Before the real battle fully starts. Xaden Riorson channelled from the ground, he stole from Katelyn. It drives a dagger in between their friendship, and their partnership. And now, they're sequestered together on a quest, along with Kate's husband, and her ex-boyfriend with feelings she's remembering.

Mara Riorson is the younger sister Navarre tried to erase. Separated from Xaden after the rebellion, Mara was sent to Veyrhold, where she was watched, studied, and treated like a weapon waiting to happen. Years later, she enters Basgiath War College with a dangerous name. Xaden wants to protect her. Navarre wants to control her. Mara wants answers. And if they feared what the Riorsons could become together, they should have never let Mara survive alone.

𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 On the night her idyllic village went up in flames, she realised two things: she was alone, and venin were very much real. Now newly conscripted to Basgiath War College, Cadet Veylor is forced navigate her assigned officer, a lieutenant whose arrogance is offset by his unnatural charm, and a marked cadet--the terrifying heir to the rebellion.

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?

Veronica Dawson was never meant to be more than a reader of someone else's legend. Then she wakes in the brutal halls of Basgiath War College, inside a world she was only ever supposed to escape into. Survival should be simple. Keep her head down. Follow the plot she already knows. Do not interfere. But the moment she becomes Verena Draeven, everything slips out of her control. Dragons take notice of her. Power answers her in ways it should not. And Xaden Riorson, lethal and unreadable, looks at her like he sees the cracks in her soul and the secrets buried beneath them. Verena knows she does not belong in this world. She knows the dangers waiting for her, the deaths that should come, and the monsters hiding behind human faces. She knows the future. She knows the ending. What she does not know is what she is becoming. Because something ancient stirs. Something the dragons recognize. And the longer she remains in this world, the more it bends around her, reshaping itself in ways she cannot stop. If Basgiath begins to unravel, it will not be because she broke the story. It will be because this world was never meant to contain her. A Fourth Wing fanfic Xaden x Female OC

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead. And Rose Sorrengail has spent her entire life making sure she will be neither. Born strong where her twin sister Violet was fragile, Rose is a force forged in fire-bold, brutal, and unrelenting. While Violet stumbles unwillingly into the Riders Quadrant, Rose charges forward, determined to carve out her own legend within Basgiath War College. But surviving Conscription Day is just the beginning. In a world where strength is currency and dragons don't bond with the weak, Rose quickly becomes known-for her precision, her ruthlessness... and the trail of blood left in her wake. Her enemies fear her. Her instructors warn about her. And Xaden Riorson-lethal wingleader with shadows in his eyes-can't seem to stay away. With war looming, and a rare power awakening within her, Rose must decide what kind of rider she'll become-and what she's willing to sacrifice to protect what's hers. In Basgiath, only the ruthless survive. And Rose Sorrengail was born to conquer.

Book One ~ Most cadets lose their lives during their first year. Fifteen Percent of those lost it on the parapet. Another seventy-five percent would never make it to their graduation. Those were the statistics that had stuck in Kyna's mind through her first year. It was those statistics that held her back from watching the cadets, her cadets, crossing the parapet the following year. Xaden Riorson x fem!OC male!OC x Violet Sorrengail

ETHEREAL SKIES. ❪ xaden riorson ❫ ❛ you have a place in my heart no one else could ever have ❜ ❪ the empryean ❫ ❪ pre fourth wing - iron flame ❫ ❪ book one in the wings of mind and soul saga ❫ ©Cherxe ©Rebecca Yarros

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 ˏ ongoing iron flame ── onyx storm ... ❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢'𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ❞ female!oc 𝒙 brennan sorrengail

She crossed the Parapet with her eyes closed. No one knew her name. Not really. Not the riders, not the commandant. Not even the boy she once knew, who now leads the very quadrant she's been thrown into. Aeliana Sorynne is a survivor. Marked by magic, scarred by secrets, raised in the shadows of rebellion. Now, she enters Basgiath War College under a name no one remembers - carrying nothing but a rune, a memory, and the skills of someone who should've died years ago. Assigned to Fourth Wing, Tail Section, Second Squad, Aeliana must navigate brutal training, suspicious cadets, and the heavy eyes of dragons that seem to see more than they should. She's not here to be chosen. She's here to endure. But surviving is never that simple - not when her past walks the same halls, not when dragons are watching, and not when trust could mean everything... or cost her everything.