En las antiguas ciudades de navarre, aquel fino tejido que separa el mundo de los vivos del abismo de lo eterno, se susurraba una profecía que nadie se atrevía a pronunciar en voz alta. Cuando la luna sangrara sobre el cielo partido y las estrellas olvidaran su curso, nacería una niña que no traería equilibrio, sino su ruptura. Ella sería el desequilibrio del velo, la grieta por donde lo imposible se derramaría sobre la tierra. Bendecida en la oscuridad por dos dioses que jamás habían unido sus voluntades, el caos, caprichoso y devorador y la Muerte, silenciosa y absoluta. Dos fuerzas opuestas que, por una vez, coincidieron en un mismo ser. La llamarán la Heredera Maldita.

Aethric Sorrengail, a boy who has never known a home. Why do the Sorrengail generals ignore him? Why is he supposed to be Violet's twin brother when he doesn't look anything like her? This year, he's starting at Basiaght College, but unlike Violet, he always knew he would end up in the Riders' Quadrant. In this quadrant, the Sorrengail have many enemies. But when Aethric began to get close to some of the rebels' children, particularly Garrick Tavis, his father and the rest of the government did not seem to appreciate it. "𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑦. 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑" The world of fourth wing is not mine, he belongs to Rebecca Yarros, only Aethric belongs to me.

Daughter of the Great Betrayer Sister of the infamous Xaden Riorson Her story has been written for her. Her name defines who she is. The daughter of Fen Riorson. A deal was struck. Now we must face the consequences. Who is she? Thalira Riorson Liam Mairi x OC Aaric Graycastle (Cam Tauri) x OC _ •STATUS• Fourth Wing- Completed Iron Flame- Completed Onyx Storm- Ongoing

Kamari Riorson has survived her first year at Basgiath War College. After being sent a year early by General Melgren in the hopes of killing her that way, she's proven everyone wrong. Against all odds, she came out victorious every single time. Except for the one time it truly mattered. The Battle of Resson took everything from her. Her hopes of convincing Navarre's high leadership to help. Her confidence in the strength of her own powers. Her one reason not to see the worst in everything. Liam Mairi was the one to die in the Battle of Resson, yet it feels like a part of Kami faded away right there with him. When she returns for her second year at Basgiath, will she crumble without him there to pick up the pieces, or will she find a way to keep going? Will she let the world eat her alive, or will she manage to rise above every challenge thrown her way? Read sound of silence to find out. {Second installment of my fanfiction set in the Empyrean universe} {Aaric Graycastle x OC} {Slow burn}

Kamari Riorson has always wanted to be a rider. Serving her kingdom, defending those who couldn't do it themselves was her biggest dream. That is, until her father was captured by the very people she looked up to and executed by the creatures she thought to be the most magnificent beings in the whole universe. She was pulled away from her family, placed with people who she knew wished for her death for what her father had supposedly done, and left alone with her grief. When she enters Basgiath War College, all she wants is to make it through alive. Little does she know faith has planned way more for her. {Fanfiction set in the Empyrean universe} {Liam Mairi x OC}

Fourth Wing - Onyx Storm AU Nineteen-year-old Freya Blackfyre has trained her whole life beneath the obsidian peaks of Vaelora, her sword forged in silence, sweat, and the long shadow of a prophecy that's haunted her since childhood: Her blood will be the end of all Venin. The true Dragon Queen, born of storm and stars. To most, the prophecy is a myth. To Freya, it's a prison-one that cost her her parents, her innocence, and the boy she dared to love: Xaden Riorson, the rogue warrior who vanished after a single night of forbidden passion. Now, with war on the horizon and monsters known as the Venin returning from legend, Freya must leave behind everything she's ever known to join Basgaith War College, a brutal academy where the realm's deadliest warriors are trained. The elite school isn't just about tactics and steel-it's riddled with politics, ancient rivalries, and magic as volatile as the dragons who ride the skies. Freya's arrival at Basgaith is anything but quiet. Her bloodline makes her a target, her friends make her a liability, and her own powers-wild, storm-born and dragon-forged-are beginning to awaken. Worse still, the one person she swore to forget is very much alive and waiting: Xaden, now a legendary rider and warbound commander with secrets carved deeper than any blade. As enemies close in and prophecy tightens its grip, Freya must choose: Bow to the destiny others wrote for her, or carve her own future in fire. Because the true danger isn't what she is. It's what she's willing to become.

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead. - Article One, Section One, The Dragon Rider's Codex "Anyone else feel like changing their mind?" Xaden shouts, scanning the remaining rows of cadets with the same shrewd gaze of the navy-blue dragon behind him. "No? Excellent. Roughly half of you will be dead by this time next summer." The formation is silent except for a few untimely sobs from my left. "A third of you again the year after that, and the same your last year. No one cares who your mommy or daddy is here. Even King Tauri's second son died during his Threshing. So tell me again: Do you feel invincible now that you've made it into the Rider's Quadrant? Untouchable? Elite?" No one cheers. Another blast of heat rushes - this time directly at my face - and every muscle in my body clenches, preparing for incineration. But it's not flames... just steam, and it blows back Rhiannon's braid as the dragons finish their simultaneous exhale. The breeches on the first-year ahead of me darken, the color spreading down his legs. They want us scared. Mission accomplished. "Because you're not untouchable or special to them." Xaden points toward the navy dragon and leans forward slightly, like he's letting us in on a secret as we lock eyes. "To them, you're just the prey." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who is that?" "Rhae Sorrengail, the forgotten daughter. She's Violet's twin, they're nothing alike though. Violet is the calm before a storm, and Rhae is the hurricane. The anger and stubbornness of that woman are insane." "God forbid she and Xaden stay in the same room for too long. Someone would likely end up dead." Started: June 5, 2025. Finished:

Wrenley Tavis craves normalcy. At Basgiath, she clings to the familiar-her bond with her mother's dragon and her steady relationship with Xaden Riorson. With Xaden by her side, she believes she can navigate the turbulence of her world and finally find peace. But when Violet Sorrengail arrives at the Riders Quadrant and bonds with the mate of Xaden's dragon, everything changes. The life she thought she could depend on begins to unravel, and Wrenley must decide whether she can fight for the future she wants, or if she's just chasing shadows of that future. Acts 1-3 follow the plot of The Empyrean Series by Rebecca Yarros. The entire story will contain spoilers from the books including Onyx Storm. For up to date series warnings please see intro chapter. All characters, plot, and dialogue from The Empyrean series belongs to Rebecca Yarros. This is simply fanfiction. Wrenley, Eden, and Harlow Tavis and random named cadets not from the series were created by me.

In Basgiath war college not all power announces itself. Some waits, unseen, testing, observing, shaping the world through quiet currents and careful minds. She is one such force, and no one yet realizes how dangerous she truly is. SLOWBURN WITH MORALLY GREY CHARACTER. OCxXaden Riorson

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.