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

'Remember that you must die - the only choice you have is how you choose to live.' Xaden was forged to destroy her and she might be the only one who can set him free. Aria, once a god, rules a world that fears her power and demands her penance. Xaden, the rebellion's deadliest weapon, is her prisoner until she offers him the one thing no one ever has, freedom. Begins Post Onyx Storm, dark FMC / Venin Xaden.

Lila Rynolds is in the healers quadrant, she one of the best for being a second year. She has two older twin brothers Noha and Koda, very overprotective, they are third year riders. She wasn't expecting for a rider to come in one day and fall for her, but yet Bodhi has never met anyone like her before. "Bodhi, I swear if you come in one more time to get stitches I'll hit you myself," Lila told him as she walked away "Yes ma'am." Smothering a laugh as he walks out of the double doors. This is a fake story that I wrote, I love the Fourth Wing series, I just decided to have a little fun with my imagination. Enjoy

A general's daughter and a marked one. She's the quiet one and he's the loud one. Her father was the one who executed his parents and gave him the rebellion relic. This is the story of two young riders who try their hardest not to fall for each other. He can't have her... but she can't help but wanting to be with him. And in the end? Love will always win. This book contains fourth wing, iron flame and onyx storm spoilers!!!

"He trained me to kill. Not how to forgive." At Basgiath War College, secrets don't stay buried - and neither do memories. Auren Riorson, 20, is used to living in the shadow of other people. As the younger sister of the infamous Xaden Riorson, she's learned to mask her rage with sarcasm and fight her nightmares with fists. She never expected to survive the last six years of training, but she did. But no amount of training could prepare her for the return of Garrick Tavis. Once,he held her through her father's execution, his arms the only shelter in a world lit by fire. Then came the seperation - dofferent foster homes, different paths, and six years of silence. Now he's a rider, dangerous in ways he wasn't before. And worse, with a girlfriend. War is coming. Loyalties are tested. ANd the line between duty and desire is a fragile, burning thing.

"As soon as you make it into the quadrant I want you to find Xdean Riorson and Bodhi Duran. Both are gonna take care of you and will show you around." My father said leaving me confused as to how he knows the two marked kids. Before I could say anything else, he handed me a journal. His journal from when he was still a rider. A journal that was almost six years old. "Hide this very well, don't let anyone know that you have this." He said before letting me shove it into my rucksack. "Read this when you're alone, before threshing." _______________________________________________ Isabella Rosewood was a strong and intelligent woman. She was mostly known for her beauty, every man was mesmerized by her, and every girl was jealous of her. Being Christopher and Freya Rosewood's daughter meant she has a lot of responsibility on her shoulders, she couldn't let her parents down. When she entered the quadrant she noticed how many eyes were on her, some deadly but some kind. But one eye in particular caught her attention. Bodhi Durran's eye. He promised her father to protect her, even though she was a very strong and ruthless fighter. Her father wanted to make sure they were some extra eyes on her. But when she finds out a huge secret that her father had written about in his journal, which he handed to her and ordered her to read and hide very well. Everything changed. This book contains spoilers for fourth wing and iron flame!!!

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? 💔 Slow-burn romance 🐉 Epic angst & mental health themes 🖤 One girl. One second chance. 🌪 "Rewrite the story-or let it destroy 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!|~

Kathleen didn't want to become a dragon rider, but she had no choice. To support her family she has to go and try to make it through all three years of the famous Riders Quadrant. She makes new friends, discovers feelings she's never felt before, and tries to keep a secret that if known to everyone, or rather, one specific person... would mean her death. Can she keep her secret? Will she live? This story is written in first person and present tense. A fanfiction based on Rebecca Yarros's novel and series Fourth Wing from the Empyrean series. Most characters and the world are by Rebecca Yarros, but a couple of characters are created by me. It is recommended that you read Fourth Wing and Iron Flame before reading this, but this may also be read without reading those books. This fanfiction was written before Onyx Storm came out, so some theories might be incorrect. Nevertheless, enjoy! Also available on AO3(Archive of Our Own)

❝ 𝗮 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱𝘆, 𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴. ❞ *ON HIATUS* 𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 never asked to be a hero. Hidden away after the brutal execution of her father Darius Riorson and uncle Fen Riorson, she was torn from the only family she knew - her brother Bodhi and cousin Xaden. Raised by a secret supporter of the rebellion, Estelle has lived in the shadows for eight years. But now, at 20, she must re-join the light by enrolling at Basgiath War College. Conscripted like every child of the fallen rebellion leaders, Estelle faces brutal tests at Basgiath like crossing the Parapet, scaling the Gauntlet and surviving Presentation as well as Threshing. Each challenge brings her closer to the legacy she wants to reclaim, but the hardest challenge yet: enter Aaric Graycastle. 𝗔𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗖 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗬𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗟𝗘. Broody, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Aaric is everything Estelle has been warned to avoid. But the attraction between them is undeniable. As enemies turn to lovers, Estelle must confront her growing feelings for Aaric, secure her place among the Riders Quadrant, and uncover her family's hidden secrets. 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚! 𝗜𝗥𝗢𝗡 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘰𝘤 𝔁 𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦 © - 𝗲𝗺𝘇𝟰𝟰𝟰𝗹𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆

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.