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." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Whose 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. (technically March 24, 2024 bc thats when I started writing it) Finished:

REWRITTEN KINDLE VERSION WITH BONUS CHAPTERS OUT NOW!! Death wasn't something she feared, especially when she lived the life of a secret assassin. Sharp-witted and seemingly innocent, Hope Taylor perfected a lifestyle nobody could catch up to. But what she never expected was to be watched. Amartolós, her rival and ruthless assassin, had one mission: to kill Hope. With devilish charm and known for his deadly sins, he finds himself caught up in the chase of tormenting The Angel of Death. But one problem: he didn't know her real identity. But what happens when the two of them are more connected than they thought? Will the dynastic plans remain the same, or will sacrifices be made? ❝Can I fuck you, Angel?❞ He whispers as his lips remain inches away from mine. ❝I have a boyfriend❞ , I admit. ❝But he's not Angels boyfriend❞ He whispers into my ear as his lips brush against my cartilage ❝Your real identity and secret one are two different people Angel?❞ Completed April 2023 Unedited ..................... "𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙙"

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