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. Finished:

It was never effortless to love Aaron Warner. He was a difficult teenage boy who seemed to forget a lot of the time that that was what he was-a teenage boy. He'd always felt that loving or even caring for him would be impossible for all the world to ever do. But what happens when a swiftie who everyone describes as being as bright as the sun comes to an entirely different conclusion-Aaron Warner is far from hard to love. He's quite the opposite. That doesn't mean there won't be challenges or risks or dangers. It just so happens that Mara Lockhart has no problem with taking dangerously deadly risks. Even for love. Unravel Me-Imagine Me Aaron Warner x fem!oc

Martina Moreschino is an Italian global pop icon with a shelf full of Grammys, an almost unmanageable level of fame, and a stalker who just won't quit. After a humiliating, headline-making breakup goes viral, she's had enough. Ready to walk away-or at least leave NYC behind-Martina heads to LA for a fresh start. Branching into acting, she crosses paths with Hayden Christensen, a man who ditched Hollywood's spotlight long ago for some goddamn peace and quiet on a remote Canadian farm. Both are burned and bruised by fame, and neither is looking for love. But when she trips and literally falls into Hayden's arms at the Emmys, something undeniable ignites. What follows is a sizzling game of hide-and-seek, with a medium emotional and sexual burn, as they try to outrun the spotlight, the stalker, and their own fears. It's a good mix of original characters/plot lines, and real life characters. This story is for you if you're into: 🇮🇹 Italy 🪴Cottagecore retirement fantasies 🌌 Star Wars lore, including inappropriate use of lightsabers 🎤 Pop culture lore, TS veiled references ♟️ PR Dynamics 🫀 Suspence, Thrillers 🔥 A good amount of smut, with male dom/fem sub undertones (ok, maybe overtones) ✈️ International getaways on private jets (fictional, non polluting ones) 🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒 Side characters: Ewan McGregor, Damiano David from Måneskin, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Mika, Lewis Capaldi, Rahul Kohli Mature audiences only. Everything that happens is between consensual adults but please, read the trigger warnings.

Wren Cade has already survived one war. She didn't expect to wake up in another. Dropped into the brutal world of Basgiath War College on Conscription day, Wren knows exactly how this story ends- because she's read it. She knows who will bond. Who will betray. And who will die. In a world of dragons, rebellion, and war, Wren must decide how far she's willing to go to change the ending. And What she's willing to lose in the process. A Fourth Wing fanfiction featuring an OC rider x Liam Mairi. Fourth Wing- Completed 3/1/26 #1 Fourthwing out of 864 stories 3/1 #1 LiamMairi out of 205 stories 3/1 #3 XadenRiorson out of 538 stories 3/1 #2 Basgiath out of 175 stories 3/1 #1 moderngirl our of 34 stories 3/1 All characters/storylines belong to Rebecca Yarros besides my own tweaks and OC characters.

In the deepest archives of Basgiath War College no record mentions it. In the legends passed down among dragon riders it is dismissed as nothing more than a hallucination. It is said...that in an age when Navarre was shrouded in war something foreign appeared. Silent.Unwelcome. Like a blemish upon a perfect sky. 'The White Dragons' It was the white raven among its kind a color instinct itself rejected. A color that did not belong among the mountain rifts. The central councils of dragons denied its existence Humans never knew of it... and the world, as if by silent agreement...erased it from history. It was cast out driven from one lair to another Like a wandering spirit with no place to return to. Yet among all dragons the black were different. They did not merely reject. They hunted.Not to warn.Not to drive away.But to' kill' Every black dragon carried something deeper than instinct... something older. A hatred carved into their very bones. And so the hunt continued to the edges of the sky to erase what should never have existed. Until one day... the hunt ended. Beneath a sky split open by storm the white dragon who had always fled stopped. And for the first time it turned back.It did not roar It did not threaten It struck. A silent cold light erupted from its body swift unnatural unseen.For the first time in history darkness was torn apart. And then it vanished. Leaving behind nothing... but a legend no one dared to record And a wound that would never heal upon the body of the black dragon that survived.

Darilynn Riorson has spent her entire life in the shadow of her brother-the infamous rebellion heir, Xaden Riorson. When she turns twenty and is conscripted to Basgiath War College, she knows one truth for certain: the Riders Quadrant doesn't forgive weakness. Armed with a sharp tongue, a few equally chaotic friends, and a rebellious streak to rival her brother's, Darilynn is determined to carve her own legacy-not as someone's sister, but as a rider who earns her place in the sky. But Basgiath is more than a school; it's a crucible of secrets where death waits behind every parapet step and trust is rarer than dragonfire. Then there's him-the hidden crown prince of Navarre, living under a false name. Cold, calculated, and infuriatingly untouchable, he embodies everything Darilynn swore to hate. Their rivalry burns hotter than dragonfire... until battle lines blur and sparks ignite something far more dangerous. As war looms and ancient magic stirs beneath Basgiath's walls, Darilynn must decide what-and who-she's willing to fight for. Because surviving the year might not be enough. Not when the truth could burn down the kingdom... and the one person she can't afford to lose. All rights to Rebecca Yarros, I only own my OC's Fem OC x Male OC

Aeloria Tauri, the fearless and entitled daughter of King Tauri, is forced to navigate a world where power and betrayal are ever-present. Raised to flaunt her birthright, she harbors a deep hatred for her enemies. As tensions rise within her kingdom and deadly secrets unravel, Aeloria decides to leave the palace and forge her own path. Torn between loyalty to her family and the fire of vengeance that consumes her, she is thrust into a game where every move could mean life or death. Alongside her best friend Ridoc and her childhood friend Violet Sorrengail, Aeloria never thought to fall in love at Basgiath. Especially to a rebel. [ Garrick Tavis x Original Female Character ] [ All Rights Reserved ]

𝐘𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦 - daughter of the Supreme Commander of Asia, sister to the Ibrahim twins, and a weapon disguised as a diplomat. Raised to follow orders. Sent to spy. Trained to keep her heart locked behind steel. But there are cracks in the armor now - questions she was never supposed to ask, truths she was never meant to know. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨 - survivor of too many battles, former soldier of a fallen resistance, and the steady voice beside a commander still learning how to lead. He's lost homes, friends, and hope more times than he can count - but something about her makes him pause. Makes him wonder if there's still something worth saving. They meet on opposite sides of a lie. But when secrets unravel and war threatens to tear everything apart, Yazmina and Kenji find themselves drawn to each other in a way neither of them can explain - or resist. This isn't a love story. This isn't a simple story of enemies to allies. It's a story about finding yourself in the wreckage. About the quiet rebellion of choosing love in a world that teaches you to hate. About surviving - and then, finally, learning how to live. The war isn't over. But maybe, just maybe - something better begins here. Kenji Kishimoto x fem!oc Highest rankings: #2 Kenjikishimoto #1 shatterme

Beginning right after the latest Keepers book Unlocked, Sophie returns home to Find Grady suspiciously sad, but never in her mind could she have imagined why, finally she goes up stairs and reads Keefe's (heartbreaking) letter. Will she go after him or honor his wishes? Spoilers if you haven't read Unlocked. But if you're like me and aching to read the next book I hope this fanfic will help you with the wait. Enjoy! ~~~ She sat frozen, hardly allowing herself to breathe. Keefe was... gone? Shock paralyzed her whole body as her mind processed this thought. "No." Sophie muttered, sure she had to have gotten it wrong. This was all a misunderstanding right? Maybe she'd read it wrong... or maybe it was a joke. Yes. A joke, that's what it had to be. It had to be a joke. Cause this? Keefe leaving? Never seeing him again? If that were true... if this was real... She'd never survive the coming war. ~~~ He was so close. So close to hearing her voice. It was so simple. He could just call her name and she'd be right there. All he had to do was say her name. "Keefe!" She called frantically, racing towards him. "What is it?" Keefe asked, waiting too see what in the world could make her look so startled. "A girl dropped out of the sky!" ~~~ Ask before you copy any original characters, scenes etc. ~~ Discontinued ~~

NOT MY CHARACTERS ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO SHANNON MESSENGER!! This fanfic includes mature content but I've labeled the chapters to give a heads up:) Here's a short bio: "I felt you," she whispered against his shoulder. "Even when everything else was gone, I felt something pulling me back." "That was me," he said softly, playing with strands of her hair, "I wasn't letting you go." They stayed like that, breathing each other in. A year of fear. A year of silence. A year of emptiness slowly dissolving between them. She leaned back just enough to look at him again. "You waited," she said. "A year," he admitted. Her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and awe. "You shouldn't have had to." "I would have waited longer," he said. "For as long as it took." Her thumb brushed gently along his cheek. "We've never been easy," she murmured. "We've fought. We've broken. We've almost lost each other more times than I can count." He nodded, because that was true. But she didn't look regretful. She looked certain. Well, they knew one thing now, there relationship was only perfect because it wasn't. And that's how it should be.