'Ava Sorenson' thought she knew how the story went, but when a car careening across campus knocks her into the world of Fourth Wing, she finds herself in the teeth of a real-life death college. Within an hour of landing in Basgiath, she's both irrevocably changed the story and given Xaden Riorson a thousand and one reasons to kill her. Without Violet's hidden safety net of alliances, the Xaden Ava meets is the ruthless scion of the rebellion who will protect his own at all costs. To survive Basgiath, all she has to rely on are her wits and barely-remembered snippets of the first two books. Unfortunately for her, she's surrounded by intelligent and ruthless young men and women with their own motivations. As minor decisions spiral and lies and truths pile up, her mission goes from 'save lives' to 'stay alive.' ----- S l o w burn with actual enemies to lovers (Maybe not exactly, but he does almost kill her). Lots of relationship and worldbuilding. Basgiath is grittier and the consequences of a war college are taken seriously. Iron Squad is prominent and everyone gets a fair bit of screentime. OC arrives with hazy-at-best world knowledge. FMC gets with Dain and Liam too, at different points in the story.

Book 1 of The IronBlood Saga Death was supposed to be the end. Instead, it became a detour. Raina De Luca was forged in blood-the daughter of an Italian mafia don, trained from childhood to survive betrayal, carve power out of fear, and never hesitate. When a rival family puts a bullet in her skull, she expects darkness. What she wakes to is war. Reborn in a land ruled by dragons and deadly magic, Raina is forced into Basgiath War College, where survival is earned one kill at a time. Her instincts make her lethal. Her discipline makes her respected. Her past keeps her dangerous. But nothing about her resurrection is an accident. Her strength is wrong-too natural. Her senses are sharp in ways no human should possess. Her magic, when it stirs, feels ancient... familiar... remembered. And the dragons look at her not with curiosity, but recognition. Whispers follow her through Basgiath-echoes of a life she doesn't remember. A power she once had. A homeland beyond this world entirely. One whose people are older, immortal, and carry starlight in their blood. As Venin rise and war looms, Raina realizes her arrival wasn't fate. It was a mistake. An interruption. A displacement from a world that is calling her back. One ruled by courts. By magic. By a High Lord who has long believed his lost sister died centuries ago. In Navarre, death was mercy. What comes next is the truth she was never meant to forget.

She never meant to touch the stone. One moment she was grieving her mother and the next she finds herself stumbling through the halls of Basgiath War College on Conscription Day - a stranger in the world of dragons, rebellion and lies. She doesn't belong here. The dragons know it, the commanders know it and so does Xaden Riorson, a first year marked one with secrets he can't afford to lose. Update: Twice a week.

Resilience (n.) the capacity of a person to maintain their core purpose and integrity in the face of dramatically changed circumstances. the ability to not only overcome setbacks but to also move forward. ----- Blaine Riorson, younger sister to Xaden Riorson, the only daughter to the Great Betrayer, and a walking dream to Garrick Tavis. But then death was brought down upon them, separating lives and changing hearts. A girl once full of sweet dreams and honey filled words was now full of walking nightmares and venom laced tones. But even with her changed personality, her brother's best friend still loved her like when they were children. ----- Garrick Tavis x fem OC! #1 blaine #1 bodhidurran #1 liammairi #1 violetsorrengail #1 ridocgamlyn #garricktavis

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 rhysa aetos crosses the parapet into the riders quadrant despite her fathers orders and her training of five years to enter the healers quadrant. alongside her friend violet sorrengail, they must face the challenges of life or death that test their strength and intelligence. rhysa is left questioning herself and her life after she meets xaden riorson, a marked one who holds the burden of his fathers loss in the war of aretia where he led a rebellion against navarre. he and the other marked ones were sent to basgiath war college under strict orders to either live as a rider or die as a cadet. things take a turn when she bonds with a night fury, the rarest black dragon of them all. the pressure is on now, especially when she and xaden form a bond themselves and things are revealed. secrets that have been erased by the officers of navarre. there was a war happening but not just on the outside, but the inside too. xaden riorson x oc fourth wing started; 8/26/25 finished; 12/28/25 cover by @-moonsdxst COMPLETED.

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.

Elara Ravelle is the kind of girl who punches first and never bothers asking questions later. Doing it first instead of asking for permission. So what happens when she enters someone else's story? Growing up in a world where loyalty is currency and violence is survival, she's made a living off instinct and grit. So when she wakes up one day in the brutal, magic-fueled world of Fourth Wing, her first reaction isn't fear-it's strategy. Survival. Here, at Basgiath War College, death is part of the curriculum. Dragons choose their riders-or kill the ones they find unworthy. Cadets are trained to become soldiers in a war most won't survive. And Elara? She's not even supposed to exist in this world, let alone thrive in it. But returning home means going back to the streets, to blood-soaked pavement and enemies who don't need magic to end you. So she makes her choice eventually: stay, fight, and figure out how the hell she landed in a fantasy war zone before it eats her alive. One thing's for sure-Elara never plays by the rules. And Basgiath has no idea what it just dragged in.

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

Aveline Sorrengail. The one some wished to be, and the one others never wanted to meet. Trained since childhood, bruised, beaten and bloodied, she always succeeded. Whether that was through strength, or pure anger, no one knew. She was meant to be a rider, and everyone knew it. To protect her dear sister wouldn't be much of obstacle right? Nor would the marked ones be much of an issue in the quadrant, no matter how much they hated her mother. She wasn't just going to remove any obstacles in her way. She was going to obliterate them. DISCLAIMER! I do not own fourth wing, or any of the characters written by the rightful author, Rebecca Yarros, only my own characters. This is just my adaptation of the story.

In Navarre, the Sorrengail name is already known. Violet Sorrengail was never meant to survive Basgiath. But she isn't the only Sorrengail who enters it. Azaella Sorrengail walks the same halls-but she was never built to survive them. She was built by them. Trained by Lilith Sorrengail herself, Azaella doesn't adapt to Navarre. Navarre adapts to her. And by the time Basgiath realizes what she is... it may already be too late. Updates once a week Started : 05/05/2026 Completed : ?