A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead. And Rose Sorrengail has spent her entire life making sure she will be neither. Born strong where her twin sister Violet was fragile, Rose is a force forged in fire-bold, brutal, and unrelenting. While Violet stumbles unwillingly into the Riders Quadrant, Rose charges forward, determined to carve out her own legend within Basgiath War College. But surviving Conscription Day is just the beginning. In a world where strength is currency and dragons don't bond with the weak, Rose quickly becomes known-for her precision, her ruthlessness... and the trail of blood left in her wake. Her enemies fear her. Her instructors warn about her. And Xaden Riorson-lethal wingleader with shadows in his eyes-can't seem to stay away. With war looming, and a rare power awakening within her, Rose must decide what kind of rider she'll become-and what she's willing to sacrifice to protect what's hers. In Basgiath, only the ruthless survive. And Rose Sorrengail was born to conquer.

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 rhysa aetos crosses the parapet into the riders quadrant despite her fathers orders and her training of five years to enter the healers quadrant. alongside her friend violet sorrengail, they must face the challenges of life or death that test their strength and intelligence. rhysa is left questioning herself and her life after she meets xaden riorson, a marked one who holds the burden of his fathers loss in the war of aretia where he led a rebellion against navarre. he and the other marked ones were sent to basgiath war college under strict orders to either live as a rider or die as a cadet. things take a turn when she bonds with a night fury, the rarest black dragon of them all. the pressure is on now, especially when she and xaden form a bond themselves and things are revealed. secrets that have been erased by the officers of navarre. there was a war happening but not just on the outside, but the inside too. xaden riorson x oc fourth wing started; 8/26/25 finished; 12/28/25 cover by @-moonsdxst COMPLETED.

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.

Isla Sorrengail has spent her life surviving in the shadows, sharpening her instincts like a blade. But Basgiath War College is not the kind of battlefield she was trained for. Here, brute strength means little without a dragon willing to bond, and power is earned through blood and strategy. No one knew she existed before she arrived-not the cadets glaring at her back, not the instructors watching her every move, not even the sister who should have known. But Isla is not here to make friends. She is here to claim what was stolen from her-her name, her family, her place in the world. But Basgiath is built to break the weak. And Isla? She has no intention of breaking. Even when rivals seek revenge. Even when her own past hunts her down. Even when the wingleader with shadows in his eyes-Xaden Riorson-watches her like he's trying to unravel her secrets. She will not falter. She will not kneel. She will not lose. Because Isla Sorrengail has already lost everything once. And she refuses to do it again.

He loved Violet Sorrengail. But when he meets Aria Hale ... a Dragonblood with impossible power and a pull he can't explain ... everything shifts. She's his mentor. She's forbidden. And if he's not careful... she'll be his downfall. Born a Dragon Blood - Aria Hale is a rare and legendary descendant of ancient dragon riders whose magic flows deeper than human blood - she stands apart from every cadet, rider, and even wingleader at Basgiath War College. Her connection to dragons isn't merely a bond; it's a living force coursing through her veins. Gifted with three signets instead of one, she has so far awakened two: the power to forge unbreakable mind-to-mind bonds with anyone she chooses, and the ability to heal others, though never herself. Her third signet remains an enigma, a dormant power waiting to be claimed. When Xaden Riorson transfers to her post after graduating, she is assigned a usual task: to train him. Her approach is firm yet kind, her presence commanding but gentle - a stark contrast to the cold rivalries that define Basgiath. As she pushes Xaden to sharpen his speed, master his own signet, and survive the brutal games riders face, he can't help but notice the strength and warmth she carries. Separated from Violet Sorrengail, the love of his life, Xaden finds himself drawn to her in ways he never expected - intrigued by the mystery of the Dragon Blood, and challenged by the quiet power she wields. But beyond personal desires, Xaden also sees her as a key player in the Venin Revolution efforts - a powerful asset whose unique gifts could tip the scales in a war that will decide the fate of kingdoms. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fanfiction based on Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros. All original characters, settings, and plot elements from the book belong to Rebecca Yarros and her publishers. I do not own these rights and make no profit from this work. All new characters, plotlines, and interpretations are my own.

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.

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Y/N was getting sick of the South Pole. Her cocky twin brother Sokka, her insufferable little sister Katara, the endless snow, ice, water, and chores. Yes, she loved the place, and her family, but ever since father left she had basically been looking after the whole village. Wake up, train with siblings, go fishing, cook, and go to bed. Every. Single. Day. But everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Disclaimers! None of the art is mine unless said otherwise. I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender or it's characters. Why is this labeled as mature? Some gruesome descriptions, and dark themes. All possibly triggering pieces have warnings to notify the readers beforehand.

In the age of heroes, gods, and war, the world forgot her name. Born under a bleeding moon, (Name) was the divine child of Nyx, goddess of night, and Aether, god of upper air and light-an impossible union never meant to happen. To hide the shame of their union, the gods misplaced her thread in the Loom of Fate. She was cast down to the mortal world, raised in the shadows as a girl with eyes like galaxies and power she never asked for. But fate doesn't forget. It waits. It obsesses. As a young woman, she marries Odysseus and Penelope in secret-three hearts bound in a rare and sacred union. When war calls Odysseus to Troy, (Name) defies every expectation and joins him, setting sail as his equal, his protector, and unknowingly, the object of everyone's unraveling. On this journey, (Name) becomes the eye of a storm she never meant to summon: • Gods fall in love with her. And not gently. • Demigods chase her like moths to divine flame. • Monsters let her live when they should have killed. • Penelope, back in Ithaca, becomes possessive and wrathful in her longing. • Odysseus loses battles from jealousy alone, afraid someone will touch what's his. Even the world itself seems to shift toward her: Islands tilt. Winds wail. The stars blink in rhythm with her breath. As the crew dwindles-not from war, but from obsession-fueled madness-(Name) begins to uncover the truth: The gods are not simply in love. They are desperate. The Loom of Fate has started unraveling because her misplaced thread has warped destiny itself. If she doesn't confront her origins... If she doesn't choose what she wants... The world may rip itself apart trying to possess her.