MUST READ "FURY'S LEGACY" BEFORE STARTING THIS!! Seraphina Riorson has one task - find a cure for Xaden and save their family. So what happens when a hundred obstacles come her way? Can they really survive the war, or will they end up like their prophecy says? Like the first Seraphina and Xaden? STARTED - FINISHED Act three (onyx storm) - ONGOING Act four (fury's storm ) - not started yet

Princess Ayla has lived her entire life behind palace walls, protected by protocol and propriety. But when assassins strike at a royal banquet, her beloved guard dies in her arms, and everything changes. The tournament to choose her new protector draws hundreds of Navarre's finest warriors. None expect the masked victor to be Xaden Riorson-son of a executed traitor, marked as dangerous, and everything a princess should fear. He kneels before her with blood on his mouth and shadows at his back. He swears an oath with rebellion in his voice. And when their eyes meet, Ayla realizes the greatest threat isn't the enemies hunting her. It's the way she can't look away from the most dangerous man in the kingdom.

Astrea Ysoria thought the hardest part was surviving. She was wrong. The hardest part is learning that everyone she loves has been keeping secrets that could burn the world down. And Xaden Riorson-the boy whose soul is so tangled with hers she can't tell where she ends and he begins-has been fighting a war behind her back while she lived in blissful ignorance. They were written in the stars before either of them could read. Forged from the same cosmic fire, destined to find each other across lifetimes, universes, worlds that crumble and rebuild. But what happens when the person you were born to love becomes the person who's been lying to you since you learned to breathe? Some truths set you free. Others destroy everything you thought you knew about soulmates and destiny and the kind of love that transcends time itself. Now Astrea must choose: forgive the lies that kept her safe, or shatter the only love that has ever felt like coming home. War orphans don't get fairy tales. But sometimes they get something more devastating. They get a love that survives the truth. Part 2 of A Dance of Light and Shadow

Acelin Portgas is a lot of things. Fierce, confident, strongminded. And fucking annoying. At least, that's what Xaden Riorson thinks. OC x XadenRiorson

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.

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.

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.

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

War has ended. But peace was never promised. In the wake of bloodshed, Freya stands in the ruins. Mourning the death of her mother and grappling with a darker truth Xaden has turned. Whatever soul he had is now losing to shadows. But grief is a luxury she can no longer afford. From the storm-forged halls of Basgiath to the farthest reaches of the Continent, whispers rise like smoke of dark powers stirring, of a force long forgotten returning to claim what was once lost. A change is coming not of politics or crowns, but of fate itself. And Freya is at the heart of it. The light may be fading... But she has never burned brighter.