Seven years ago, Raven died. At least, that's what the rest of the world believes. Hidden far from Navarre and the brutal walls of Basgiath War College, the girl once buried by history was raised among others like her-different, dangerous, and taught to survive in the shadows. While the kingdom forgot her existence, Raven grew up on betrayal, sharpened by secrets and forced to become something far deadlier than a child ever should have been. Now, she's returning to Basgiath under a name that was never truly hers. She comes with one purpose: revenge. But Basgiath is full of enemies, lies, and riders who would destroy her if they discovered the truth. And worse, there's one person who keeps slipping past her defenses-someone capable of unraveling not only her carefully built plans, but the anger and grief she's carried for years. Because revenge was supposed to be simple. Falling apart was never part of the plan.

Useless, ungrateful, cruel, reckless, selfish, too smart for her own good, mad; never loving, beautiful, creative, selfless; not even misunderstood. Sounds familiar? Well for me it's nothing new. I heard those things all my life. Being "the other one" in family always looks like that but I didn't mind, not really. I could just disappear and no one would look for me. I didn't mind that either. My life revolves around all kind of trainings. That's why I am who I am now. They call me 'the perfect soldier' but in fact they don't know me at all. I am as far away from that term as I could be and they're about to find that out. My name is Nezzera and you are in my story now. Xaden Riorson x OC _____________ All characters, other than my own original characters, belong to Rebecca Yarros. The main world belongs to the Fourth Wing book, as does the main plot.

Rheanyra Silvarra has always known what it means to survive. Born to a disgraced noble house and branded a rebellion relic before she could walk, she's spent her life training in the shadows, carrying the ghosts of Aretia and the weight of a past no one dares speak of. At Basgiath War College, she's not just another first-year crossing the Parapet-she's a threat. And everyone knows it. Especially Xaden Riorson. They've known each other too long, fought side by side in silence, and now face each other across squad lines with carefully constructed masks. Their hatred is a language only they speak-a shield against the danger of letting anyone too close. Because walls are safer than attachments. Safer than hope. Thrown into Fourth Wing under Xaden's command, Nyra finds herself surrounded by enemies, allies she doesn't trust, and a squad that's as fractured as her heart. With every glance, Xaden dares her to fall back. With every order, he reminds her who holds power. But she didn't survive the slaughter of Aretia to be silenced. As dragons descend and the deadly crucible of Basgiath begins, Nyra must face not only the dangers of Threshing and the brutal hierarchy of the Riders Quadrant, but the truth she's buried for years. Because war is coming. Secrets are stirring. And for rebellion kids like Nyra and Xaden? Survival was only the beginning. XadenXoc

❝ 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿. there's a blossoming seed of hope when it begins; perhaps this is the one, your heart sings. but the inevitable comes with their betrayal, and it leaves you with nothing. i don't want that to be our fate. you're it for me. so if you want me, then 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 for me. ❞ ━━━━━ 𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝘹𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴

At Basgiath, secrets burn as fiercely as dragons, and Alyra Tauri is carrying more than anyone realizes: stolen intel, a fractured loyalty, and a power that could unravel the empire itself. With the wards failing and rebellion stirring in the dark, every step she takes pulls her closer to the truth her father tried to bury. Xaden Riorson lives in the shadows-wingleader, weapon, and threat wrapped into one. He is everything Alyra was warned against, and everything she can't stay away from. Tethered by fate and forged through fire, their bond is as dangerous as it is irresistible. As enemies close in and the line between duty and desire blurs, Alyra must decide what she's willing to burn for-because some fires don't destroy. They illuminate. Full rights to Rebecca Yarros for Fourth Wing. This is just a fanfiction!!

In Navarre, the Sorrengail name is already known. Violet Sorrengail was never meant to survive Basgiath. But she isn't the only Sorrengail who enters it. Azaella Sorrengail walks the same halls-but she was never built to survive them. She was built by them. Trained by Lilith Sorrengail herself, Azaella doesn't adapt to Navarre. Navarre adapts to her. And by the time Basgiath realizes what she is... it may already be too late. Updates once a week Started : 05/05/2026 Completed : ?

You were supposed to be dead. Xaden watched you burn. So when you return years later ......... alive, dangerous, and protecting a child that looks exactly like him- everything he thought he knew begins to unravel.

The Vaelor name carries weight in Navarre. General Aldric and General Mila Vaelor command respect in the Riders Quadrant, their political and military influence reaching the highest halls of power. What few know is that their loyalty has always walked a quiet line-supporting the rebellion from the shadows, long before the execution of Fen Riorson. Their children grew up in a world of secrets. Summers were spent alongside the marked ones: Imogen, Bodhi, Garrick, Liam, Quinn... and Xaden Riorson, whose name alone is a curse in most of Basgiath. But their childhood was not only with the children of traitors. She and her brothers also ran through the halls of Navarrian estates with Violet Sorrengail, Rhae Varrish, and Dain Aetos-a bridge between two worlds that were never supposed to meet. Now, at twenty, Soren enters the Riders Quadrant. Her parents prepared her for more than one path, but the moment she steps onto the parapet, she knows there is no turning back. Waiting in the chaos is Xaden-squad leader, shadow wielder, and the one person with whom she has always danced an invisible line. Close enough to know his silence. Distant enough to never name what passes between them. As whispers of a coming war grow louder, Soren must navigate a quadrant that would destroy her if it knew where her loyalties truly lie. Her family's hidden support of the rebellion, her friendships with the marked, her unspoken bond with the most dangerous man in Basgiath-all of it threatens to surface. Some marks are written in blood. Others, in shadows.

They tried to break her. Torture her. Kill her. Instead, they forged her into a weapon. Now Eleanor Riorson-Tavis, Queen of Orlyth, wages war not only against the Venin, but against Navarre and the very gods themselves. The Balance is fractured, magic is unraveling, and with the Shadewing Den reborn, her name has become prophecy and curse alike. With Garrick at her side, Noodle in her shadow, and Nox and Chradh above, Eleanor has built an empire of monsters-and she will tear the world apart piece by piece to protect what remains of her family. Her kill count climbs. Her mercy burns to ash. Her humanity slips further from reach with every battlefield she leaves empty. But victory comes at a cost. And the deeper she walks into madness, the clearer it becomes: this was never just war. It is a reckoning. It is the endgame. Because Eleanor isn't fighting to save the world anymore. She's fighting to remake it. And when the dust settles, history won't call her hero or villain. It will call her what she has always been: Oblivion.

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.