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.

Wrenley Tavis craves normalcy. At Basgiath, she clings to the familiar-her bond with her mother's dragon and her steady relationship with Xaden Riorson. With Xaden by her side, she believes she can navigate the turbulence of her world and finally find peace. But when Violet Sorrengail arrives at the Riders Quadrant and bonds with the mate of Xaden's dragon, everything changes. The life she thought she could depend on begins to unravel, and Wrenley must decide whether she can fight for the future she wants, or if she's just chasing shadows of that future. Acts 1-3 follow the plot of The Empyrean Series by Rebecca Yarros. The entire story will contain spoilers from the books including Onyx Storm. For up to date series warnings please see intro chapter. All characters, plot, and dialogue from The Empyrean series belongs to Rebecca Yarros. This is simply fanfiction. Wrenley, Eden, and Harlow Tavis and random named cadets not from the series were created by me.

~From the blood she rise~ when the flames surrounded her she didn't cower but made everyone burn in that fire with her and rised as an whole inevitable death . Even if Malek himself shows you mercy , she won't ◇《She is a power everyone is terrified of》◇ start= 29/5/2025 finish= .....

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:

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.

Useless, ungrateful, cruel, reckless, selfish, too smart for her own good, mad; never loving, beautiful, creative, selfless; not even misunderstood. Sounds familiar? Well for me it's nothing new. I heard those things all my life. Being "the other one" in family always looks like that but I didn't mind, not really. I could just disappear and no one would look for me. I didn't mind that either. My life revolves around all kind of trainings. That's why I am who I am now. They call me 'the perfect soldier' but in fact they don't know me at all. I am as far away from that term as I could be and they're about to find that out. My name is Nezzera and you are in my story now. Xaden Riorson x OC _____________ 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.

Just an ordinary girl living her best life. Reading and just surviving the world around her, that was until I fell asleep one night reading Fourth Wing. Now I have dragons the size of buildings in my backyard along with their riders living in my house. But this is totally fine, right? We'll survive this right?

She was a goddess of sanctuary. He was carved from shadows and war. Cast out from the heavens for showing mercy , Eirene Solara - Ren to those few she tolerates - is condemned to the one place she hates and sees no point of. The one place that is a death sentance for her - Basgiath War College. Her task is one - if she lets herself be changed in the College, they make her mortal and strip her off her title. But if she doesn't change during the three years, then she can come back to her home. But there's only one problem. Xaden notices her as soon as she steps foot into the Quadrant. Not because she glows. But because she doesn't fight at all. While others claw their way to survival, Ren kneels to heal the wounded. While dragons roar for violence, she falls silent. But in a place where death is the only answer, her defiance could get them both killed - or worse, tempt the gods to finish what they started. --- Posting schedule - two times a week STARTED - 18.7.2025. FINISHED - ACT ONE (FOURTH WING) - ONGOING

"He trained me to kill. Not how to forgive." At Basgiath War College, secrets don't stay buried - and neither do memories. Auren Riorson, 20, is used to living in the shadow of other people. As the younger sister of the infamous Xaden Riorson, she's learned to mask her rage with sarcasm and fight her nightmares with fists. She never expected to survive the last six years of training, but she did. But no amount of training could prepare her for the return of Garrick Tavis. Once,he held her through her father's execution, his arms the only shelter in a world lit by fire. Then came the seperation - dofferent foster homes, different paths, and six years of silence. Now he's a rider, dangerous in ways he wasn't before. And worse, with a girlfriend. War is coming. Loyalties are tested. ANd the line between duty and desire is a fragile, burning thing.

Renna Sorrengail always lived by the phrase 'before you leave me' because as riders, every goodbye could be the last. After losing both of her husbands, she built walls around her heart, burying grief beneath duty and discipline. As a Major stationed in Samara, she believes she has control - until Xaden Riorson and Garrick Tavis arrive under her command. Facing the son of the man she holds responsible for her husbands' deaths is difficult enough, but discovering that the truths she's clung to may have been lies all along shakes the very foundations of everything she believed. Acts 1-3 follow the plot of The Empyrean Series by Rebecca Yarros. The entire story will contain spoilers from the books including Onyx Storm. For up to date series warnings please see intro chapter. All characters, plot, and dialogue from The Empyrean series belongs to Rebecca Yarros. This is simply fanfiction. Renna Sorrengail, Wrenley, Eden, and Harlow Tavis and random named cadets not from the series were created by me. Most Information about Naolin was created by me but Naolin himself belongs to Rebecca Yarros.