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:

I grew up in the shadow of my brother. The shadow of my last name. No one knew who I was, until everyone knew. Until I was the very definition of control itself. Most riders encounter a dragon up close for the first time when they're twenty years old. I was nine. I've hid our bond from every other human for eleven years, because if anyone finds out I'm dead. Now... Secret's out May the wrong people never hear of it

In the age of heroes, gods, and war, the world forgot her name. Born under a bleeding moon, (Name) was the divine child of Nyx, goddess of night, and Aether, god of upper air and light-an impossible union never meant to happen. To hide the shame of their union, the gods misplaced her thread in the Loom of Fate. She was cast down to the mortal world, raised in the shadows as a girl with eyes like galaxies and power she never asked for. But fate doesn't forget. It waits. It obsesses. As a young woman, she marries Odysseus and Penelope in secret-three hearts bound in a rare and sacred union. When war calls Odysseus to Troy, (Name) defies every expectation and joins him, setting sail as his equal, his protector, and unknowingly, the object of everyone's unraveling. On this journey, (Name) becomes the eye of a storm she never meant to summon: • Gods fall in love with her. And not gently. • Demigods chase her like moths to divine flame. • Monsters let her live when they should have killed. • Penelope, back in Ithaca, becomes possessive and wrathful in her longing. • Odysseus loses battles from jealousy alone, afraid someone will touch what's his. Even the world itself seems to shift toward her: Islands tilt. Winds wail. The stars blink in rhythm with her breath. As the crew dwindles-not from war, but from obsession-fueled madness-(Name) begins to uncover the truth: The gods are not simply in love. They are desperate. The Loom of Fate has started unraveling because her misplaced thread has warped destiny itself. If she doesn't confront her origins... If she doesn't choose what she wants... The world may rip itself apart trying to possess her.

Being a Melgren is a curse dressed as a legacy. Seraphina Melgren carries her father's name like armor, forged in blood, discipline, and unyielding expectation. She was trained to strike before weakness appears, to move like shadow, to survive when others fall. But Basgaith War College spares no one. Its halls are alive with danger, betrayal, and the restless defiance of the rebellion kids-cadets who bend every rule and challenge every law. Every glance could hide an enemy. Every step could trigger a trap. Loyalty is fleeting. Power is everything. And failure is not an option. Surrounded by rivals and secrets that refuse to stay buried, Seraphina must fight, deceive, and outsmart anyone who stands in her way. Because at Basgaith, only the strongest survive-and even a Melgren can fall.

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."

Xanthe Sorrengail has always known exactly where she belongs-on the back of a dragon. Unlike her twin, Violet, who was forced into the Riders Quadrant, Xanthe has spent her entire life preparing for Basgiath. She was born to be a rider. But there's one problem: she's a marked one. At ten years old, she met Xaden Riorson. At ten, she fell in love. And at eleven a half, she got disowned, and at fourteen she lost everything. When her mother discovered her and Xaden's relationship, she was disowned and cast out, forced to take refuge with the Riorson family. But when the rebellion fell, she was branded a traitor and forced back into her mother's cold, unforgiving grasp. Now, at twenty, she and Violet are being shoved into Basgiath, where enemies lurk around every corner and survival is never guaranteed. Xanthe is determined to prove she belongs, to claim her place among the riders-even if it means facing the boy who still holds her heart. Because love, like dragons, is never easily tamed. ☆☆☆ Posting schedule : randomly through the week beacause of school (usually weeknds) STARTED - 29.3.2025. FINISHED - FOURTH WING (Act one) - FINISHED - 27.4.2025. IRON FLAME (Act two) - ONGOING

Nary was left to the dragons as a baby. Quite literally- her parents wrapped her up in a blanket, and left her in the Vale. Nary was raised by the dragons, all until she got found by Fen Riorson. The Riorson's took her in and became her real family. But when everything fell apart, Nary ended up with a rebellion mark and thrown back into her childhood home- the Vale. But when Nary turns 20 she's back at Basgiath, and most importantly, reunited with her husband - Xaden Riorson. ☆☆☆ Posting schedule : randomly through the week beacause I'm on my summer break!

#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

" 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒 . . . 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒; 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒; 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑟 " the 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 and his 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 the 𝑖𝑐𝑒 and his 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 to 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 { Main: Xaden ˣ Melgren female OC ˣ Ridoc } { Background Relationships: Violet ˣ Liam } { Fourth Wing ~ Iron Flame } { Started: April 20th, 2025 } { cover by 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⚠️