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

Wings of Blood follows Gia Tavis, the fierce younger sister of Garrick Tavis, as she struggles to adapt to life in the Riders' quadrant after growing up in the infantry. Her raw, unpolished fighting style clashes with the discipline of the Riders, but with the support of her brother and her best friend, Liam, she's determined to prove herself. When she's forced to work with Ridoc, a cocky and quick-witted Rider, sparks fly between them. Their rivalry soon turns into something more as they challenge each other both on and off the battlefield. As Gia grapples with her own emotions and the pressure to fit in, she discovers a strength she never expected-and a connection she can't ignore. This story is a fan fic based on Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros. All characters beside my OC belongs to Yarros. Some of the information and events that happen in the story are NOT ACCURATE!! I either forget what actually happens or I just make my own shit up. Please bare with it!

Sometimes, a throat slit doesn't end in death. Not entirely, at least. For many people death was the end but for her it was just a beginning... Xaden Riorson x OC Part I- From Infinity She Raise Part II- Malek daughters Part III- The Queen that was promised ___________________ All characters, other than my own original characters, belong to Rebecca Yarros. The main world belongs to the Fourth Wing book, as does the main plot.

Based on Rebecca Yarros's books, Fourth Wing through Onyx Storm. Kiora Riorson x Garrick Tavis What if Xaden Riorson had a younger sister, one so important to the revolution she had to die with their parents? Or did she. Kiora, at seventeen, has grown up in the shadows of war, fiercely protective of her brother but desperate to carve her path. Unlike Xaden, whose life is defined by his past, Kiora dreams of a future where the echoes of war are silenced - a future where she isn't just the sister of a legend, but someone in her own right. Garrick Tavis, He's no hero, nor does he pretend to be, but there's a fire in him - one that rivals her own. As the storm of rebellion swirls around them, secrets, lies test their growing bond, and their undeniable attraction.

Six years ago, Aelin Riorson was believed to have died at the hands of Colonel Aetos, with her brother Xaden helplessly watching as her throat was slit. But Aelin survived - and went into hiding, assuming the alias Lillian Parker to protect herself, her brother, and the rebellion. She looks little like Xaden, with pale skin, strawberry-blonde curls, and a gentle demeanor. But her mismatched eyes - golden onyx in one, emerald green in the other - and the knife scar across her neck are the undeniable clues to her true identity. Now, as she enters the Riders' Quadrant, Aelin must keep her past buried. She bonds with Zyphira, a dragon tied to her family's lost legacy, and her signet manifests a dangerous power: a fusion of light and shadow, like her brother's own. As Aelin grows closer to Liam, another rebel, the weight of her secrets grows heavier. But when Xaden begins to question the night she died, her carefully constructed life begins to unravel. In a world where secrets can kill, Aelin's survival hinges on keeping her true identity hidden - but the truth may be impossible to deny. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO REBECCA YARROS EXCLUDING MY OWN O/C

Genevieve Mairi is the human version of a golden retriever. Fiercely loyal, protective, loving, and energetic Geneieve is kind of the total package in his eyes. Ridoc Gamlyn just can't get enough of her golden locks, he could get lost in her ocean eyes. Genevieve thinks he's just another flirty guy, but something in her gut tells her that maybe everything isn't as it seems.

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.

Kaida Sorrengail has always lived in the shadow of her twin sister, Violet, believing in the honor and glory of their family's legacy. Raised with tales of valor and duty, Kaida's world is turned upside down when she meets Garrick Tavis-a cunning, ruthless young man with a reputation for bending the truth to his advantage. From their first encounter, an undeniable attraction simmers between them, igniting a forbidden romance that defies the expectations placed upon them. As their relationship deepens, Kaida discovers that the world she's known is built on lies, and Garrick becomes her guide into the murky depths of truth. In a world where friends are foes and enemies are allies, can love truly conquer all, or will the weight of their secrets tear them apart? --- Posting schedule - two times a week STARTED - 7.4.2025. FINISHED - ACT ONE (FOURTH WING) - FINISHED (24.10.2025.) ACT TWO (IRON FLAME) - ONGOING

Eleanor was never meant to survive this long. But now that she has-she's not sure who she is anymore. The war has reached a breaking point. Navarre is crumbling from the inside out, tangled in bloodshed, backroom politics, and betrayals disguised as strategy. Len was forged for battle, trained to kill-but nothing prepared her for this kind of war. The kind where words are as sharp as blades, and allies might be enemies in disguise. As time runs out, Len finds herself walking a path her mother once warned her about. The lines between hero and monster are blurring. The darkness inside her-once caged-is waking, hungering, changing her. With Nox at her back, and Garrick at her side, Len is a weapon ready to be unleashed. But love is no longer her anchor-it's her weak point. And in this war, weakness is fatal. As gods reach down and monsters rise up, Len must choose who she's willing to become to survive. A savior? A destroyer? Or something far, far worse. Because the phoenix doesn't rise to save the world. She rises to remake it.