For Averia, life had so far revolved solely around college assignments, her figure skating career, her best friends and a party here and there. At least, it hadn't revolved around two hockey players who had infiltraded into her life like silent storms. One with his charming smile and his perfect ability to listen to every word she spoke. One who made her feel seen. The other with his mischievous grin and his hands wandering all over her body. One who made her feel desired in a way no one had before.

I love you. even if the fates unraveled our destiny, I would find a way back to you. © 𝐟𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬

At Basgiath, secrets burn as fiercely as dragons, and Alyra Tauri is carrying more than anyone realizes: stolen intel, a fractured loyalty, and a power that could unravel the empire itself. With the wards failing and rebellion stirring in the dark, every step she takes pulls her closer to the truth her father tried to bury. Xaden Riorson lives in the shadows-wingleader, weapon, and threat wrapped into one. He is everything Alyra was warned against, and everything she can't stay away from. Tethered by fate and forged through fire, their bond is as dangerous as it is irresistible. As enemies close in and the line between duty and desire blurs, Alyra must decide what she's willing to burn for-because some fires don't destroy. They illuminate. Full rights to Rebecca Yarros for Fourth Wing. This is just a fanfiction!!

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?

Elara Sorrengail has always been the rebellion's favorite sunshine girl. Born Tyrrish, raised between Aretia and the Navarre, she grew up with three dangerous boys at her side-Bodhi Durran, Garrick Tavis, and Xaden Riorson. One of the was her best friend. Two of them became her lovers. One of them graduated and became her secret husband. But when the rebellion fell, Elara was torn away from them all. Now she's back at Basgiath, marked, deadly, and done hiding. Her arrival sparks a storm: -Xaden is the Wing Leader who can't afford to break. -Garrick is the second-in-command who still bleeds for her. -Bodhi, her best friend, and chaotic other half. -Violet, her cousin, bonds the dragon whose mate belongs to Xaden... which means Elara's husband has to protect Violet to protect the dragons. (Yeah. Awkward is an understatement.) But Elara didn't come to Basgiath to play nice. She came to reclaim her men, survive the parapet, and earn her place in the Riders Quadrant-not as a Sorrengail, but as a Riorson. And when her signet awakens? It's stronger than anyone expected. Stronger than Violet. Stronger than Xaden. Stronger than Basgiath is ready for. Powerful enough to expose secrets...and destroy anyone who threatens the people she loves. War is coming. Dragons are choosing sides.

[ REPUBLISHED ] She was never supposed to end up in his world. He was never supposed to look twice at her. Emera Graham has spent her life fighting for control-over her studies, her future, and the parts of herself shaped by a past she refuses to be defined by. At Briar U, she finally has a space that feels like her own...until a leaking ceiling, a broken apartment, and one very inconvenient brother change everything. Now she's living under the same roof as Dean Di Laurentis-Briar's infamous hockey player, certified problem, and her brother's close friend. Dean knows rules. He just rarely follows them. Especially not the ones that involve her. What starts as forced proximity turns into late-night arguments, accidental softness, and a tension neither of them can name without crossing a line they can't uncross. Because she is off limits, and he has never been good at staying away from things he shouldn't want. #1 in Dean Di Laurentis #1 Hockey Romance #1 frat #1 College Student #1 College romance started: may 15th, 2026 finished:

𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 during her second year as a rider at basgiath war college, rhysa mairi is forced to continue playing the role as an aetos, carefully concealing the broken fragments of her memory that have resurfaced while also operating under the hidden rebellion in aretia, led by brennan sorrengail. after uncovering a massive conspiracy about the venin threat, she is forced to work alongside a man she was in love with, but couldn't trust ( including other rebels ). xaden riorson was aware of the memory wipe, but didn't reveal it to her. lying to her about the venin threat was one thing, but this was something else entirely. together - they must find a way to power the wards. they search for ancient journals rumored to hold the secret, but it proves to be more challenging than one thought due to a hostile vice commandment and being targeted relentlessly. with assassins lurking, loyalty constantly tested, the unknown extent of her powers, and enemies hiding in plain sight, rhysa is forced to harden and make decisions that don't come lightly. the line between survival and rebellion begins to blur and the lies holding navarre together starts to crack under the weight of the truth. iron flame, part one xaden riorson x oc started. january 1st, 2026 finished. n/a cover by, @-moonsdxst

Some people die quietly. They slip between seconds. Between breaths. Between the space of a heartbeat and the next. Their lives close like a book gently set down on a table. Pandora did not die quietly. She died mid-sentence, mid-argument, mid-life. She died with formulas half-memorized and coffee still warm in her hand. She died thinking about entropy and exam halls and whether she'd locked her apartment door. She did not die ready. And the worst part? She remembered it. This is not a story about fate choosing her. No prophecy circled her cradle. No stars aligned over her birth. She was not special. She was simply... misplaced. A girl who should have lived past nineteen. A girl who should have walked into a university hall and complained about thermodynamics and sent voice notes about how unfair life was. Instead, she woke up small. Helpless. In a world that did not care about second chances. In a kingdom built on stone and secrets. In a fortress where children were raised to fight before they were taught to hope. This is the story of Pandora - who died ordinary and woke up somewhere dragons rule the sky and survival is not guaranteed. She does not arrive powerful. She does not arrive prepared. She arrives screaming. And somewhere far above the fortress walls, something ancient shifts its wings. Because war does not pause for reincarnated girls. And Navarre does not soften for anyone. Xaden X OC reincarnated this is my first ff y'all . hope you enjoy lol? also I was inspired by my absolute beef with physics so-

[Currently undergoing very slow updates] Ari Sprawling can't ease the pit in her stomach as she packs her bag for Basgaith War College. In a few hours, she will either be dead, or a rider - neither fate a choice she would make on her own. As she enters the Rider's Quadrant, the last thing on her mind is jeopardizing generations of her family. But, with two other riders in her mind, keeping a secret is easier said than done. [Xaden Riorson x Violet Sorrengail x fem!oc] - first chapter (prologue) is written differently than the rest of the fic, so until I decide what I want to change abt it to make it better (LOL) please at least read through the start of the first real chapter. There's a pov shift and my writing is much more my style. LOL

Clare Beddor died screaming under the hands of the Fae. Her sister rose from the ashes determined to make them pay. Celeste Beddor entered Prythian as a human. She returned from the Cauldron as something else- something ancient, something burning, something the Fae were never meant to survive. A phoenix. Hidden in Velaris as a quiet refugee, Celeste waits. Watches. Learns every weakness the Night Court thinks it doesn't have. The day she finally strikes, the world burns. Feyre almost dies. Rhys is seconds from ash. And the two Illyrian warriors who leap between Celeste's fire and their High Lady feel something impossible snap into place. A mate bond. With the woman trying to kill them. Celeste is captured, but she does not break. She laughs in Rhysand's face when he questions her. Because she knows something he doesn't. "You think I'm the only one coming for you?" A new enemy rises beyond the horizon-older than the Cauldron itself. And the only creature powerful enough to stop it is the girl Rhysand should have killed... ...if killing her didn't mean losing Cassian and Azriel forever. Enemies. Lovers. Mates. And a vengeance bright enough to burn the world.