The time for lessons and uncertainty is over. The time for fear is long gone. Enemies are closing in from outside their walls and within their ranks. Aretia's wards are failing, and it's not undoubtedly safe to stay there anymore, especially not when the search for the seventh breed of dragons is on for only a specific and elite group of riders. It takes challenges, and tests, no magic available to anyone. Before the real battle fully starts. Xaden Riorson channelled from the ground, he stole from Katelyn. It drives a dagger in between their friendship, and their partnership. And now, they're sequestered together on a quest, along with Kate's husband, and her ex-boyfriend with feelings she's remembering.

Kate and the marked ones have survived their first encounter with the venin. Her second year at Basgiath is going to be a brand new task of all proportions. Garrick and Ridoc continue to fight for her love, for her attention, for her heart. There's more at stake, more risks, more trauma, and of course, more secrets she must keep from her friends. The burning relic never gets easier, there's always some threat around the corner. With assassination attempts, the new RSC classes, and of course, her dragon is mated to a brand new lieutenant. Where does Kate go from here? Who can she really turn to? And how does she handle "becoming the new Xaden" at Basgiath?

Basgiath War College is a hellscape, especially with that swirling relic up my arm. Fourth wing, second squad, flame section is the only way I'm getting through this. He's going to be the death of me. It won't be the dragons, it won't be the challenges, or threshing or the gauntlet. It'll be him. Whether I like it or not. ridoc gamlyn x oc garrick tavis x oc love triangle

I grew up in the shadow of my brother. The shadow of my last name. No one knew who I was, until everyone knew. Until I was the very definition of control itself. Most riders encounter a dragon up close for the first time when they're twenty years old. I was nine. I've hid our bond from every other human for eleven years, because if anyone finds out I'm dead. Now... Secret's out May the wrong people never hear of it

Being a Melgren is a curse dressed as a legacy. Seraphina Melgren carries her father's name like armor, forged in blood, discipline, and unyielding expectation. She was trained to strike before weakness appears, to move like shadow, to survive when others fall. But Basgaith War College spares no one. Its halls are alive with danger, betrayal, and the restless defiance of the rebellion kids-cadets who bend every rule and challenge every law. Every glance could hide an enemy. Every step could trigger a trap. Loyalty is fleeting. Power is everything. And failure is not an option. Surrounded by rivals and secrets that refuse to stay buried, Seraphina must fight, deceive, and outsmart anyone who stands in her way. Because at Basgaith, only the strongest survive-and even a Melgren can fall.

"Your brother will not be pleased." "When is he ever?" Evalyn Riorson never lived in the shadows of her brother's presence. She had always been his equal. He had always been her shield. But when love is tested and the truth is revealed, she finds that much more waits beyond the war she had been born into. FOURTH WING - ONYX STORM Empyrean Series All original story credits to Rebecca Yarros and her publishers. Mature Warning - darker themes included

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

A star falls into the Autumn Court and everyone is stunned to discover that the star is in the form of a beautiful woman with swirling silver marks. Eris is devastated to discover that Beron is torturing her for the healing properties her blood contains and flees with her to the Summer Court. He's stunned to discover that she is his mate. Even more shocking is when it's discovered that Azriel is her mate as well and she is more than just a simple fallen star. She's a celestial and Eris and Azriel are her guardians. How will they navigate both being her mate and answer the threat of Hybern who has promised war if Star is not delivered to him? Read on to find out. Disclaimer - this is fanfiction and all rights for the original material belong to Sarah J Maas. I only own my original characters, dialogue and plot.

~What if Rhysand's sister had fought back the day that Tamlin's father hunted them down? Fought enough to buy her life?~ Arwen escaped that day, scarred and ruined, but alive. Residing in her brother's city, she hides behind a mask of bliss before the coming of Amarantha. At a stranger's glance, there is little more she could ask for. Expensive dresses line her wardrobes, a home of great expanse, a circle of friends, and most of all, a mate. But pain boils behind that mask, and soon it will spill over. It was only a matter of time. Slow Burn Pre-ACOTAR Top ranking #1 in ACOTAR #2 in RHYSANDS SISTER

Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court. Power and starlight. Made of dreams and devotion. His mate, strong and radiant, the only one who could match him heart for heart. What began with a wish and a bond became something far greater-family. From labour beneath a sky of falling stars to sleepless nights, first words, magical mishaps, and tiny hands clutching his own-they grow, they stumble, they love. He thought he knew what love was. Then he held his daughter. A story of stars and lullabies, of magic and parenthood, of a warrior learning the bravest thing he could be was gentle. He was their sky. They were his stars.