Yasmine Allere has never known true peace or safety. The eldest of 6 has her priorities set: make sure her and her brothers survive the Riders Quadrant. And nothing will stop her from making her way to the top. Carving a path for her brothers to follow was what she thought the only difficult thing she would have to do, once she entered the Quadrant. A few cadets have something else in mind, making her life a living hell. But she won't let them.

They tried to break her. Torture her. Kill her. Instead, they forged her into a weapon. Now Eleanor Riorson-Tavis, Queen of Orlyth, wages war not only against the Venin, but against Navarre and the very gods themselves. The Balance is fractured, magic is unraveling, and with the Shadewing Den reborn, her name has become prophecy and curse alike. With Garrick at her side, Noodle in her shadow, and Nox and Chradh above, Eleanor has built an empire of monsters-and she will tear the world apart piece by piece to protect what remains of her family. Her kill count climbs. Her mercy burns to ash. Her humanity slips further from reach with every battlefield she leaves empty. But victory comes at a cost. And the deeper she walks into madness, the clearer it becomes: this was never just war. It is a reckoning. It is the endgame. Because Eleanor isn't fighting to save the world anymore. She's fighting to remake it. And when the dust settles, history won't call her hero or villain. It will call her what she has always been: Oblivion.

A precarious dove spreads its wings only to plummet. Can it ever soar again? or in which A sarcastic, bubbly woman was dealt a tragic hand by the gods, who all stuck around to watch her fate be set in stone. FOURTH WING (IN PROGRESS) IRON FLAME (-) (FW) LIAM MAIRI x (OC) (IF) ??? x (OC) unreliable updates

As a child, there were only a few things I knew for sure. No.1, I was going to be a rider or die trying; No.2, When I turned of age I would end up married to Xaden Riorson; No.3. Those who didn't fight, died; No.4. Avoid Sorrengails. Half of those things have changed, and I never cared enough to make a new list. But when I get confused or my emotions get the better of me, I repeat those things. Well, that's apparently a bad idea when you're trying not to be noticed by your childhood friends. "Last time I checked I'm your superior" "Last time I checked I don't give a fuck" Violet Sorrengail x OC x Xaden Riorson

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

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}

In a world where power is earned through blood and fire, Thalia Veyne was never meant to survive. She had spent the last few years of her life hated for the sins of her parents. The relic etched into her skin is a constant reminder of how people viewed her, a traitor. Now she was off to what was meant to be a death sentence for most, Basgaith War College. But the deadliest danger of all is the one who she never saw coming: Xaden Riorson. He is the Rebellion's heir, a warrior forged in war, a man with shadows at his command. And from the moment they cross blades, they are drawn together. The deeper she falls, the more she realizes: some battles aren't fought with daggers and dragons. Some are waged within the heart. In a war where making the wrong decision means death, love may be the most dangerous weapon of all.

❝ 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿. there's a blossoming seed of hope when it begins; perhaps this is the one, your heart sings. but the inevitable comes with their betrayal, and it leaves you with nothing. i don't want that to be our fate. you're it for me. so if you want me, then 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 for me. ❞ ━━━━━ 𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝘹𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴