Danielle Draken has suffered more than a person should. After being marked, surviving with the demons in her head, and having feelings she definitely shouldn't, she's finally headed to Basgiath, along with Xaden and Garrick. The three of them-as the eldest Tyrrish marked children-must prove themselves at the infamous War College, even though most of the people there are only trying to sabotage their paths. Danielle and Xaden both have taken the responsibility of the marked ones, leading to the two of them having to stone their place in Navarre. Danielle's had a crush on him for more than a decade, but she knows he doesn't see her in that way, or does she? But she has a deep secret-the darkest among many-she's not who she says she is. She has more to hide than the entire ocean, and she's surprisingly good at that because, like her father always said, she always gets what she wants. There's parts of her that even she's not aware of, and as she goes through her journey in Navarre, she finds out more and more about herself. Xaden X OC ≿━━━༺❀༻━━━≾ ⚠️To read this story, it is COMPLUSORY to read the first three books to understand what is written, please check the author's note for more about this story⚠️

En el reino de Navarre, donde la traición corre por las venas, Astrid Mairi carga con el peso del legado de su familia. Tras la ejecución de sus padres, su vida toma un rumbo inesperado al ser enviada al Cuadrante de Jinetes en el colegio de guerra Basgiath. Allí, entre secretos y desafíos, deberá enfrentar no solo los retos del entrenamiento, sino también la revelación de un oscuro pasado familiar y nuevos sentimientos encontrados. "Solo alguien muy digno puede mirar a una diosa directamente a los ojos". Pero, ¿será Bodhi realmente digno de su amor, mientras los ecos de la guerra de Navarre amenazan con separarlos? Con secretos, traiciones y un amor que desafía todas las posibilidades, Astrid deberá encontrar su propio camino y reclamar su lugar en un mundo que no perdona.

En un mundo donde los dragones gobiernan los cielos y los reinos se sostienen entre alianzas frágiles y guerras pasadas, los herederos del trono de Aeryndor y Vaerenn se ven obligados a enfrentar un destino que jamás imaginaron. Un solo acto de amor basta para quebrar los cimientos de la corona. Las alianzas tiemblan, los rumores crecen, y lo que parecía un futuro prometedor se convierte en el inicio del caos. Entre sombras que se alzan, sonrisas que esconden cicatrices y juramentos que dividen familias, cada elección puede convertirse en la chispa que desate una guerra. Porque en este mundo, el verdadero enemigo no siempre viene de fuera... a veces duerme bajo el mismo techo.

"A Dragon Without It's Rider Is a Tragedy, A Rider Without Their Dragon Is Dead." 'Veilon' (n.) The Bittersweet beauty in what remains hidden, In secrets never spoken. Aeris Sterling Is The Daughter of General Sterling, General Augustine Melgren's aide. • Aeris was born with a Curse, Hidden by her mother for almost twenty years. What will happen now? The First Person known to ever walk The Parapet on her hands, solely Because General Sterling wanted her daughter to stand out. • • • • |[ Garrick Tavis x Female OC]| !All Characters and Some events and storyline Belong to Rebecca Yarros Other than the Characters and Events I Add!

𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙍𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨. She is nothing but a threat and a target to all those entering Basgiath alongside her. Determined to step out of her brother's shadow, Kira puts as much distance between her and Xaden as possible. However, fate has other plans, specifically regarding her brother's best friend. Kira soon discovers that secrets in Basgiath run deep, and their price is blood. If she isn't careful, she could be the one atoning for them. Kira must quickly figure out who she can trust, and who is looking to place a dagger in her back. Basgiath is a labyrinth, and the only way to graduate is to endure─which may include enduring the annoyance of her brother's best friend, who can't seem to leave Kira alone. BOOK ONE - BORN OF BLOOD SERIES

She crossed the Parapet with her eyes closed. No one knew her name. Not really. Not the riders, not the commandant. Not even the boy she once knew, who now leads the very quadrant she's been thrown into. Aeliana Sorynne is a survivor. Marked by magic, scarred by secrets, raised in the shadows of rebellion. Now, she enters Basgiath War College under a name no one remembers - carrying nothing but a rune, a memory, and the skills of someone who should've died years ago. Assigned to Fourth Wing, Tail Section, Second Squad, Aeliana must navigate brutal training, suspicious cadets, and the heavy eyes of dragons that seem to see more than they should. She's not here to be chosen. She's here to endure. But surviving is never that simple - not when her past walks the same halls, not when dragons are watching, and not when trust could mean everything... or cost her everything.

This is a FW ff about Garrick's younger sister Ava Tavis. It takes place during the time of FW in her second year at Basgiath. It hasn't really changed a lot since the last year. I was still in the same squad ( though I got moved up to squad leader, what really pissed of Dain). Me, Mor, Stell and Quinn where still annoying the shit out of him and Bodhi and I where still sworn enemies. We hated each other since we were kids and that was not going to change. Not now, not in a hundred years. Never. But then he saved my life ... and things I never thought would started to change. Slow burn / enemies to lovers Bodhi x Oc

Some loves are born in sunlight. Others grow in the shadow of war. Astrea Ysoria was supposed to heal, not kill. Her hands were meant for mending bones, not gripping daggers. But war orphans don't get the luxury of choice-and when you're the daughter of the general who signed death warrants for rebels, your gentleness becomes a liability the moment you step foot in the Riders Quadrant. What breaks her isn't the bridge designed to kill soft things like her. It's him. Xaden Riorson. Five years of silence. Five years of pretending they never existed to each other. Five years of learning to hate what they used to love. But some bonds refuse to break, even when they should. Even when loving him is treason. Even when every touch feels like betrayal and every heartbeat whispers enemy. This is what happens when war takes children and forges them into weapons. When the only person who ever saw you as whole is the one person you're supposed to destroy. This is a love story. It's also a war story. Sometimes, those are the same thing.