Vivian Sorrengail was forged for war - sharpened by cruelty, tempered in blood. Her destiny was written in the clash of swords and the blood that stains her hands, a legacy of obedience wrapped in violence. But prophecy doesn't bow to kings, and fate doesn't care for loyalty. When ancient powers stir and enemies bleed from the shadows, Vivian will have to decide what kind of monster they turned her into - and whether she'll burn their kingdom down before it can bury her first. ⸻ "You are a weapon, a servant of Navarre." "I am whoever I choose to be. A monster or savior. A damn reckoning. You're going to regret ever crossing me."

NOW WITH A BRAND NEW COVER MADE BY THE WONDERFUL WHOKILLEDIVI If you asked most people about Ava Melgren you'd get the same answer. She's a spoilt brat that's unfortunately pretty good at what she does. And that's exactly how she wants to be seen. Exactly how she's carefully crafted herself to be perceived. It's how she has to continue to be perceived if she is to remain alive. Because she has a secret. A secret that could get her, and everyone she commands, killed. She's leading another rebellion. Or as she likes to call it: a revolution. Xaden Riorson's band of smugglers can pack it up because she's not messing around. Bodhi Durran x femOC

Death did not make Seraphina Melgren softer. It made her done. She wakes from a blade to the throat into a world that expects gratitude. Obedience. Silence. A neat return to the roles she was supposed to play before she died. She refuses all of it. The venin are still out there. The leadership is still lying. And the men who once thought they could protect her-or control her-are learning a brutal truth: Seraphina Melgren is no longer asking permission. Kael Riorson's charm doesn't reach her anymore. His flirting earns him nothing but cold looks and sharper words. Whatever died in her on that battlefield didn't come back with her heartbeat, and she has no intention of pretending otherwise. She doesn't need comfort. She doesn't need approval. And she certainly doesn't need saving. She has power that terrifies even the dragons. Power that once killed a rider and their dragon-and now answers only to her. And if the world wants to keep its secrets, it should have killed her properly the first time. Because Seraphina Melgren came back wrong. And she's done being played by anyone who thinks love, loyalty, or fear can make her bend.

Fourth Wing - oc Riorson X oc Melgren In a world where dragons choose their riders-and those who survive the Quadrant's brutal training-the stakes are higher than life itself. Charlotte Melgren thought she understood her place in the Riders Quadrant... until she discovers secrets about her past that could change everything. Trained in shadows and signets she barely understands, she's forced to navigate deadly rivalries, merciless instructors, and dragons that could kill her before she even mounts them. Then there's Xander, twin of Xaden, both cold, lethal, and infuriatingly magnetic. He's the light wielder everyone fears, yet the only one standing between her and certain death. Between dragon bonds, deadly Threshing trials, and political games that span generations, Charlotte must learn one thing: survival isn't just about skill-it's about trust, strategy, and the secrets she keeps... even from herself. Secrets, loyalty, betrayal, and a touch of forbidden attraction. Welcome to Basgiath.

He should hate her...much more than he hates Sorrengail. But something about her was fascinating. Artemis Melgren is everything Xaden Riorson isn't - soft, gentle and kind. But her past has made her lethal. Her father makes her a threat. And yet...he can't seem to stay away. Especially after watching her all but sprint back onto the parapet in order to save her best friend. Xaden Riorson x OC All characters and settings belong to Rebecca Yarros, apart from my OC.

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

𝐴𝑁 𝐸𝑀𝑃𝑌𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑁 𝐹𝐴𝑁𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 | 𝑋𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑅𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝘅 𝑂𝐶 | 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒈 & 𝑰𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 ‼𝑆𝑃𝑂𝐼𝐿𝐸𝑅𝑆‼ Lila Morgan didn't expect to wake up after she jumped. And she definitely didn't expect to wake up in the world of Fourth Wing-the book that once kept her going through the darkest nights. But this isn't a dream. It's not fiction. And survival here demands more than knowledge of what's "supposed" to happen. Now living under the name Liora Emberveil, she tells herself this is a second chance. A chance to become someone stronger. Better. Someone worth something. She throws herself into the role of a fictional heroine; confident, brave, untouchable. But no matter how fast she runs, she can't outrun herself. Because the truth is: Lila didn't come here healed. She came here broken. She's anxious, self-destructive, and still carrying the weight of a life she didn't want to live. And the more she tries to control the story, the more it spirals. Every decision rewrites the future she thought she knew. Every connection threatens the mask she's carefully built. And when she catches the attention of Xaden Riorson-a man who sees too much-her carefully drawn lines begin to blur. If you're not who you were, and you're not who you pretend to be... then who are you? ⭐︎★If you enjoy this story on Wattpad but want options, it's also available on AO3! Feel free to check it out there to read, download, and support me on another platform. Thanks for being here, and happy reading!★⭐︎

Veronica Dawson was never meant to be more than a reader of someone else's legend. Then she wakes in the brutal halls of Basgiath War College, inside a world she was only ever supposed to escape into. Survival should be simple. Keep her head down. Follow the plot she already knows. Do not interfere. But the moment she becomes Verena Draeven, everything slips out of her control. Dragons take notice of her. Power answers her in ways it should not. And Xaden Riorson, lethal and unreadable, looks at her like he sees the cracks in her soul and the secrets buried beneath them. Verena knows she does not belong in this world. She knows the dangers waiting for her, the deaths that should come, and the monsters hiding behind human faces. She knows the future. She knows the ending. What she does not know is what she is becoming. Because something ancient stirs. Something the dragons recognize. And the longer she remains in this world, the more it bends around her, reshaping itself in ways she cannot stop. If Basgiath begins to unravel, it will not be because she broke the story. It will be because this world was never meant to contain her. A Fourth Wing fanfic Xaden x Female OC

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.