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

Elara Lennox 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. Xaden x foc

I died. Or at least... I think I did. One minute I was drowning at the bottom of a lake, the next I'm standing at the edge of Basgiath War College's infamous parapet, armed to the teeth and dressed like a dragon rider. In a world I only know from books. This has to be a hallucination. My brain's final flicker before the lights go out. Right? But the pain is real. The wind. The blood. The impossible heat of a dragon's breath across my skin. And when Xaden Riorson's bonded dragon starts paying attention to me-twice-I realize something is very, very wrong. I've read Fourth Wing. I know what's supposed to happen. But with every step I take, canon bends, and I'm not sure if I'm here for a reason... or if I'm just the next to die. All I know is: I've already lost everything. So what's stopping me from being bold? Even if this is just a dying dream... I'm not going quietly. Xaden Riorson x Fem OC

𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓼𝓹𝔂𝓻 was never meant to survive. A halfbreed abomination. Her mother never even believed she could get pregnant until she suddenly was. Without the father's knowledge, the Vespyr mother left her daughter in the outer edge of the Vale to die. But 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓼𝓹𝔂𝓻 was stronger than she knew. After the mother left, an old dragon - older and larger than the most recognizable dragon, Codagh - found her and raised her as his own. An abomination raised by dragons. The dragon's daughter. But her existence was not a secret for long after a green dragon named Teine became aware that she was living in the Vale. And at the tender age of twelve, the second oldest Sorrengail swept her from the Vale and to her home at Basgiath. An abomination raised Sorrengail, raised along-side Violet at the wishes and bribing of Mira - Morana's one and only mother. But General Sorrengail knows something about her no one knows; the tainted blood that runs through her veins. So when Violet is forced to enter the Rider's quadrant at the age of twenty, nineteen-year-old 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓼𝓹𝔂𝓻 is also conscripted against her will as a means to hopefully kill her off. But the Generals and King Tauri are unaware of one crucial fact, she already has a dragon that would stop at nothing to keep her alive.

At Basgiath War College, survival is a lesson written in fire and blood. Riders are forged young, burned hard, and most never live to see twenty-five. She was never meant to return-scarred, grounded, her dragon restless in the shadows. But when war closes in and cadets are thrown to the sky like kindling, she's dragged back into the crucible as an instructor. Her job isn't to coddle them. It's to break them before the battlefield does. Yet in a world where loyalty is a blade and secrets outlive vows, trust is the deadliest risk of all. Especially when desire sparks hotter than dragonfire, and enemies may wear the face of the only person you can't bear to lose. Dragons. War. Betrayal. Desire. For every rider, the question isn't if you'll burn- It's what you're willing to burn for.

Alina Valoria once believed in the goodness of the world-believed in friendship, in faith, and in a future filled with warmth and safety. She believed in him too-the boy she was never meant to love, her brother's best friend, the one her heart chose long before she understood the cost. But war has a way of turning belief into ash. When war and tragedy tore her from her family and the boy she loved, Alina learned how merciless the world could be. How a heart can shatter quietly and still be forced to carry on. How someone raised to shine with hope can be remade by grief and survival. She vowed never to depend on anyone but herself again. Entering the Riders Quadrant to honor her family's legacy, Alina expected hardship, loss, and the brutal truth of war. What she didn't expect was to face everything she once mourned as if it had died-alive again, altered by war, and no longer the people she remembers. Time and battle carve new versions of us, and not all of them survive with their humanity intact. Least of all the boy she once loved. Within a kingdom trembling under ancient prophecies and the truth of fables, Alina finds herself caught between duty, faith, and a fate whispered about since before she was born. Here, loyalty can ruin, love can destroy, and belief is a dangerous thing to hold. As the gods turn their gaze back to the mortal world, Alina must decide which pieces of herself she is willing to sacrifice-and what she will fight to protect, even against destiny itself. This is a story of war, faith, and forbidden love-of a girl hardened by fate and a boy forged by loss, bound to a prophecy that could save their world... or end it.

[COMPLETED] -Yes, love. You're my mate, my partner, the one to whom the stars drew a path for me to follow in my Sleep.- -------------------------------------------- -Aifos has been dancing with death for many years. A day will come when their steps will be their last.- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "We are Shur'tugals, perhaps war is part of us." [...] "They won't fall like we did." Or: what if Galbatorix's dragon (OC) and his new rider fly up to Navarre, and our golden bean Andarna has a brother. (All rights belong to Rebecca Yarros and Christopher Paolini; I only own my original characters) TW: Sexual explicit scenes Self-harm Gore Aifos' condition is purely fictional (dont come at me)

Donde Astrea es una marcada curiosa y terca y Xaden un chico misterioso y mandón. o Donde Astrea y Xaden sienten una extraña atracción mutua. . . . . . . . . "Siempre supe que eras tu" -S . . Derechos para Rebecca Yarros quien es la creadora del mundo de La Saga Empíreo. . . . . . . . Xaden Riorson x OC x Aether x ? POLIAMOR

𝑨 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄~ 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 Verena, a girl that was secretly raised by a queen Phoenix, Phaedra. When hearing of the threat coming close to Navarre, she decides to go to the riders quadrant. Will she be able to keep her big secret? I DO NOT OWN FOURTH WING OR VERENA'S FACE CLAIM!!! 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍 𝟏𝟖𝒕𝒉 𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅: 𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝟐𝟗𝒕𝒉

Xanthe Sorrengail has always known exactly where she belongs-on the back of a dragon. Unlike her twin, Violet, who was forced into the Riders Quadrant, Xanthe has spent her entire life preparing for Basgiath. She was born to be a rider. But there's one problem: she's a marked one. At ten years old, she met Xaden Riorson. At ten, she fell in love. And at eleven a half, she got disowned, and at fourteen she lost everything. When her mother discovered her and Xaden's relationship, she was disowned and cast out, forced to take refuge with the Riorson family. But when the rebellion fell, she was branded a traitor and forced back into her mother's cold, unforgiving grasp. Now, at twenty, she and Violet are being shoved into Basgiath, where enemies lurk around every corner and survival is never guaranteed. Xanthe is determined to prove she belongs, to claim her place among the riders-even if it means facing the boy who still holds her heart. Because love, like dragons, is never easily tamed. ☆☆☆ Posting schedule : randomly through the week beacause of school (usually weeknds) STARTED - 29.3.2025. FINISHED - FOURTH WING (Act one) - FINISHED - 27.4.2025. IRON FLAME (Act two) - ONGOING