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.

In the Korvla Province of Poromiel, an ancient line of dragon riders, known as the Dagon line, was hidden. These fierce riders were bonded to powerful dragons, their knowledge capable of altering the course of wars. This secret was kept until Aesira and Ryker Dagon, the sole survivors of a devastating attack, embarked on a journey disguised as the children of Tyrrendor to protect the dragons' integrity. Bodhi Durran x OC

𝐃𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑, Andromeda Delacroix was born to break, forged in war's relentless fire, and molded into a weapon bound to serve. A dragon rider scarred by the love she could not save and the ghosts that cling to her, she wears loyalty like a noose, sharpens secrets into daggers, and twists love into a blade that carves through her own heart. She survived off the idea that one day, one day her rage would be witnessed by those who poisoned her with it in the first place. But as power whispers her name and the boundary between ally and enemy fades to ash, she must decide: command the fire, or let it devour her soul. 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒? [OC / BRENNAN SORRENGAIL] [FOURTH WING - ] [COVER: @strtdusty]