Few in Navarre ever whispered of Fen Riorson's second born. Selene Riorson was the hidden heir-kept in the quiet of her brother's shadow, guarded under Xaden's watch as the world hunted the remnants of their father's rebellion. But shadows were never meant to hold the night forever. Where Xaden commands shadow with precision and restraint, Selene wields the deeper dark-the pulse of night and blood, fierce and untamed. He was forged to lead; she was born to bring change. Both carry the rebellion's legacy in their veins-one of strategy, the other of chaos-and together they walk the fine line between survival and uprising. Under the false name Selene Asteri, she enters Basgiath War College, hidden from Navarre's truth. As Xaden leads the marked ones, she works from the unseen corners, helping to rebuild their father's cause beneath the enemy's eye. But when Xaden's heart is ensnared by Violet Sorrengail, daughter of the general who executed their father, fate twists the rebellion's path. Bound by dragons and danger, Xaden's control begins to falter-and Selene is forced to rise from the shadows to protect him, even if it means exposing the power she was never meant to reveal. Because where her brother bends the shadows to his will- Selene Asteri is the night that answers back.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩❥•°❀°•༢ 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐬 (Noun) Scottish Gaelic medicine heal / healing remedy, cure 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a healer falls in love with a dragon rider 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 ⨟ ongoing fourth wing ── iron flame ── onyx storm ... ✧. ┊female!oc 𝒙 ridoc © amilliondreamzz

Sloane Mairi refuses to call Dain Aetos "wingleader." Dain calls her "brat" like it's a promise. What starts as a power struggle turns into sparring bruises, whispered threats, and one very filthy discovery-they like pushing each other. Just not in public. ___ "You gonna make me behave, Wingleader?" "No. I'm gonna make you beg." --- "You gonna punish me for being a brat?" "No. I'm gonna make you earn it." --- "Say it again." "No." "Say it." "Please, Wingleader..." ___ She's chaos in flight leathers. He's control in human form. Together? A slow-burning disaster you can't look away from. Also published on Ao3 Story is finished already and I will be adding chapters as fast as I can <3

Enemies. Riders. Rebels. And the truth that could change everything. Y/n Raventhorn has always been a rider first. Born into a family line loyal to Navarre, she knew she was always meant for the riders quadrant. Growing up, her parents made sure she had the best instructors that would give her the biggest advantage in the riders quadrant. She is fierce, highly disciplined, sharp-minded, sharp-tongued, and taught never to question orders. Y/n is forced to choose between the legacy she was born into and the truth she can no longer ignore. She doesn't trust easily, loves even harder-and when secrets begin to come to the surface within Basgiath's walls, will she burn them down with the man she loves or die trying? #2🥈Bodhi - 6/26/25 #2 🥈bodhidurran -6/26/25

- The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found something so out of the ordinary Xenia Riorson will do anything to keep her brother alive. Because they all owe him everything. Because he's the one who can keep the revolution alive. Liam Mairi is like a brother to Xaden. Little does he know that he's about to be swept off his feet by Xaden's sister who dreams of a simpler life where she could have had a family. Xenia becomes his slice of peace amidst a war he's trying to outrun. But war catches everyone eventually. Note: this will not be a happily ever after, but more bittersweet. I have had it stuck in my head and needed to write it out.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Charlotte Riorson fights to find her place in a war.

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.

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.

Every heartbeat I touched stitched itself into me, burning threads of light under my skin. Some were fleeting sparks, gone before I could breathe. Others were storms, all rage and fire. But his - Liam's - was different. Unyieling. Fierce. It anchored me when everything else threatened to shatter me. I should have feared it. Bond this deep were dangerous. They bled, they broke, they destroyed. Fainne warned me that feeling too much could shatter even the strongest rider. And yet, when his hand brushed mine, when his presence steadied the chaos inside me, I craved more. More of his fire. More of his light. Even if it meant I'd burn. - A Liam Mairi x OC fanfiction. Friends to lovers. Angst. Slow burns. !DISCLAIMER! All characters (apart for the OC) belong to Rebecca Yarros

Requests OPEN I write for: Aaric Graycastle Bodhi Durran Brennan Sorrengail Dain Aetos Garrick Tavis Liam Mairi Ridoc Gamlyn Sawyer Henrick Xaden Riorson