Eliza Riorson is twenty years old. The war is over. The names Mia and Xaden Riorson are enough to make the highest ranking nobles shake in their boots and plead forgiveness for crimes they hadn't even comitted. For Eliza, they're simply, Mom and Dad. And oh, she longs to be like her mother. To Eliza, Mia Riorson is not a legend to be examined. Not a myth. She is a mother who chose love in a world that demanded cruelty. A woman who did what was necessary. A protector. A saviour. The woman who single-handedly prevented Navarre from destruction. And Eliza intends to be just like her. Aren has never belonged to the world of queens and councils. Sharp-tongued, freckled, and perpetually unimpressed by authority, he is known more for his irreverence than his influence. He laughs when he should bow. He questions what others accept. He notices what powerful people overlook. And he fell in love with Eliza Roy the moment she grabbed him by the ear and demanded answers. Or maybe when she tackled him for pulling her into the fountain. Or maybe a million other times. But Aren knows where he stands. Eliza Roy is a queen in everything but name. And Aren is just a boy who doesn't belong in her story. Or so he thinks.

Cassindra Nytheris is no stranger to death. Daughter of famed rebel Generals burned alive by dragon flame, she carried both their legacy and the weight of their loss. Basgaith War College is not for the feint of heart, and with rebellion relics inked across her skin, Cassindra is bound for the Riders Quadrant, where failure means death. With only her fellow rebellion children and a handful of unlikely allies to trust, Cassindra must endure brutal training, cataclysmic secrets, and the cold, calculating gaze of Xaden Riorson, who might already care more than he lets on. A dragon without its rider is a tragedy, a rider without their dragon is dead. [Xaden Riorson x OC]

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."

Danielle Draken has suffered more than a person should. After being marked, surviving with the demons in her head, and having feelings she definitely shouldn't, she's finally headed to Basgiath, along with Xaden and Garrick. The three of them-as the eldest Tyrrish marked children-must prove themselves at the infamous War College, even though most of the people there are only trying to sabotage their paths. Danielle and Xaden both have taken the responsibility of the marked ones, leading to the two of them having to stone their place in Navarre. Danielle's had a crush on him for more than a decade, but she knows he doesn't see her in that way, or does she? But she has a deep secret-the darkest among many-she's not who she says she is. She has more to hide than the entire ocean, and she's surprisingly good at that because, like her father always said, she always gets what she wants. There's parts of her that even she's not aware of, and as she goes through her journey in Navarre, she finds out more and more about herself. Xaden X OC ≿━━━༺❀༻━━━≾ ⚠️To read this story, it is COMPLUSORY to read the first three books to understand what is written, please check the author's note for more about this story⚠️

Akira Caym is different. Having spent her whole life isolated, she takes the first chance she has to be reintroduced to the world. Upon entering the Riders Quadrant, she somehow snags the attention of a certain shadow wielder. Navigating through her new life, parts of her past come up better left forgotten. Xaden Riorson x oc ⚠️Disclaimer!⚠️ I do not own any characters nor plot other than my ocs. Everything else belongs to the amazing Rebecca Yarros.

Basgiath War College is no place for softness. Especially not for love. In a brutal world where dragons choose riders and survival is a matter of strength, Caelia Virellan has already beaten the odds-third-year, bonded to one of the most powerful dragons alive, and deadly enough to earn her respect among the elite. She doesn't flinch. She doesn't falter. And she never lets anyone close. Except maybe him. Xaden Riorson is a marked man-vengeful, sharp-edged, and hiding more than anyone knows. Bound by loyalty, rage, and shadows, he's sworn never to trust the daughter of his father's killer. But when Violet Sorrengail enters the Riders Quadrant, everything shifts-including the armor Xaden keeps around his heart. And through it all, there's Caelia. The one person who sees too much. Knows too much. And stays anyway. As war brews beyond the wards and secrets begin to unravel, Caelia and Xaden find themselves circling the one truth they can't escape: There are a thousand ways to say "I love you." And sometimes, the quietest ones cut the deepest. One war college. Two powerful dragons. Ninety-nine unspoken confessions. Slow burn. Sharp tongues. Softer hearts. And a love that was never supposed to happen.

#1 in Xaden Riorson Mia Roy was a middle school- and sometimes high school- history teacher. But she's also a normal human being, with normal human hobbies. Like reading. Specifically, romantasy books with morally grey male leads. So naturally, she's read Fourth Wing. But what happens when she falls- literally- into it? Suddenly, she's no longer dealing with bratty twelve-year-olds but with dragons, battle-training, and one very infuriating, dangerously attractive wingleader who has a knack for making her heart race. Basgiath may have dragons, but Mia's dealt with screaming eight-year-olds. Basgiath may have war, but Mia's dealt with staff room seating charts that insisted on putting her next to the creepy math professor. Basgiath may have the parapet and the threshing and a thousand other life-threatening situations, but Mia had dealt with The Lunchroom Debacle of 2023. #1 in Xaden #1 in Fourth Wing #1 in Meta #1 in Violet #1 in Xaden Riorson #1 in Empyrean #1 in Rebecca Yarros #1 in Violet Sorrengail Winner of the Cherry Blossom Fanfiction Awards DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FOURTH WING. THE SERIES IS OWNED BY REBECCA YARROS. SOME SCENES IN THIS BOOK WILL BE TAKEN FROM THE ORIGINAL BOOKS AS THE PLOT OF MY FANFIC IS HER FALLING INTO THE BOOKS. I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN THOSE SCENES

𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗗𝗘 ❝ If fate comes at you swinging, wouldn't you fight back? ❞ She wakes up in a body that isn't hers, in a world that shouldn't exist. She remembers dying. She remembers living another life entirely-yet the names, the faces, even her own reflection from before are gone. All that's left is a sharp mind, a gut-deep instinct to survive, and a strange, growing sense of déjà vu she can't explain. Not yet. But when the clues begin stacking-dragons, wards, a war college built to kill or break you-Delilah realizes the truth: she's been dropped into the pages of The Empyrean series. And the war-torn path ahead? It belongs to Xaden Riorson. Delilah isn't here to play a role someone else wrote. She's not a chosen one. She's not here to fall in love. And yet... fate seems to have other plans. A story about identity, grit, and choosing your place in a world that was never meant for you. XADEN RIORSON X FEM!OC disclaimers: all original characters and plots belong to Rebecca Yarrow, the creator of the FOURTH WING series. all characters and plot rights belong to ©-KALIKOLEHUA as of JUNE 2025; any attempts to recreate, translate, or republish the content within the book without my permission will be classified as plagiarism and i will spam to get it deleted. ©-KALIKOLEHUA ▋STARTED: 10 JUNE 2025 ▋STATUS: on going

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." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Whose 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. (technically March 24, 2024 bc thats when I started writing it) Finished: