War has ended. But peace was never promised. In the wake of bloodshed, Freya stands in the ruins. Mourning the death of her mother and grappling with a darker truth Xaden has turned. Whatever soul he had is now losing to shadows. But grief is a luxury she can no longer afford. From the storm-forged halls of Basgiath to the farthest reaches of the Continent, whispers rise like smoke of dark powers stirring, of a force long forgotten returning to claim what was once lost. A change is coming not of politics or crowns, but of fate itself. And Freya is at the heart of it. The light may be fading... But she has never burned brighter.

' You have Chaos in your soul, and lightning in your veins... Freya.. You were born for miraculous things.' She's alive. Her soul is dead but she's alive. After seeing death something changed, she no longer wanted the better, she wanted war. She got off the ground spat her blood and bared her teeth and if she goes down by all the power of Malek himself she will go down fighting. Welcome to WhiteBlood.

"The world she came from never wanted her. The world she fell into might kill her. But in both... she refuses to be forgotten." Wren Callahan never meant to become a myth. She was just trying to survive another rainy night in Boston when a lightning strike tore open the sky-and dragged her into a land ruled by dragons, elemental power, and war-hardened cadets. Thrown into Basgiath War College, Wren is labeled an outsider, a liability, and possibly a spy. She's got no magic, no training, and no idea how to survive in a world where dragons kill those unworthy of bonding. Except one doesn't. Nyxatheon, a shadowflame drake thought to be extinct, chooses her. And suddenly, the rules don't matter anymore. As Wren learns to fight, fly, and master a power she shouldn't have, she uncovers secrets buried in dragonkind's history-secrets that tie her Earth-born blood to a long-lost legacy. Someone wants her gone. Others want her dead. And the more she survives, the more she realizes: she didn't just fall into this world. She was brought here. And war is coming-one that could burn both worlds to ash. FOURTHWING is written by Rebecca Yaros. I recommend you read the actual books, trust me, they're great!

Veronica Dawson was never meant to be more than a reader of someone else's legend. Then she wakes in the brutal halls of Basgiath War College, inside a world she was only ever supposed to escape into. Survival should be simple. Keep her head down. Follow the plot she already knows. Do not interfere. But the moment she becomes Verena Draeven, everything slips out of her control. Dragons take notice of her. Power answers her in ways it should not. And Xaden Riorson, lethal and unreadable, looks at her like he sees the cracks in her soul and the secrets buried beneath them. Verena knows she does not belong in this world. She knows the dangers waiting for her, the deaths that should come, and the monsters hiding behind human faces. She knows the future. She knows the ending. What she does not know is what she is becoming. Because something ancient stirs. Something the dragons recognize. And the longer she remains in this world, the more it bends around her, reshaping itself in ways she cannot stop. If Basgiath begins to unravel, it will not be because she broke the story. It will be because this world was never meant to contain her. A Fourth Wing fanfic Xaden x Female OC

Book 1 of The IronBlood Saga Death was supposed to be the end. Instead, it became a detour. Raina De Luca was forged in blood-the daughter of an Italian mafia don, trained from childhood to survive betrayal, carve power out of fear, and never hesitate. When a rival family puts a bullet in her skull, she expects darkness. What she wakes to is war. Reborn in a land ruled by dragons and deadly magic, Raina is forced into Basgiath War College, where survival is earned one kill at a time. Her instincts make her lethal. Her discipline makes her respected. Her past keeps her dangerous. But nothing about her resurrection is an accident. Her strength is wrong-too natural. Her senses are sharp in ways no human should possess. Her magic, when it stirs, feels ancient... familiar... remembered. And the dragons look at her not with curiosity, but recognition. Whispers follow her through Basgiath-echoes of a life she doesn't remember. A power she once had. A homeland beyond this world entirely. One whose people are older, immortal, and carry starlight in their blood. As Venin rise and war looms, Raina realizes her arrival wasn't fate. It was a mistake. An interruption. A displacement from a world that is calling her back. One ruled by courts. By magic. By a High Lord who has long believed his lost sister died centuries ago. In Navarre, death was mercy. What comes next is the truth she was never meant to forget.

Being marked is a curse. Being a Riorson? A death sentence. Verena Riorson-sister to Xaden Riorson, daughter of Fen Riorson, the kingdom's most hated traitor-wasn't raised, she was reforged. Life didn't just shove her down-it beat her bloody and taught her to crawl in silence. Mercy? That word died the day her father did. After the execution, she wasn't fostered with a kind family like the others. No, the kingdom handed her over to the Velmires-a family that worshipped loyalty and burned hatred into the bones of every Marked child they touched. They didn't just punish her for her bloodline. They broke her for it. Rebuilt her into a weapon so sharp, even the gods would flinch. She begged once. Covered in blood, trembling on her knees, she whispered for mercy. The Velmires taught her what a mistake that was. She never asked again. Now she wears her scars like armor. Each mark carved into her back is proof that she survived the kind of hell no one walked out of whole. And Xaden? Her beloved older brother? He never came. Never searched. Never cared. Not until it was too late. The little sister he remembered-the kind-hearted, bright-eyed girl who clung to his hand-is long dead. In her place stands something else. Something colder. Stronger. Unforgiving. She's done hiding the monster they created. Done pretending the fire inside her wasn't born to burn kingdoms down. Verena Riorson has come to remind them all why they should've killed her when they had the chance. And gods help the ones who ever thought they broke her-because now? She's the storm they'll never survive.