They told her to survive the war college. They didn't say anything about surviving herself. When y/n bonds with a dragon no one's ever seen before, it sends shockwaves through the entire quadrant. With whispers swirling, professors watching her every move, and a power she doesn't understand beginning to stir, she's suddenly at the center of a war she doesn't remember choosing. Avoiding danger was never an option. Falling for someone like Liam Mairi? Even worse. Because Liam has secrets of his own-ones that just might shatter everything. Set in the world of the Empyrean Series by Rebecca Yarros, this slow-burn fantasy romance follows one girl's fight to uncover the truth of who she is... before someone else does first. **All characters (Y/N excluded) are the original work of author Rebecca Yarros from the adaptation of the Empyrean Series**

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!

He loved Violet Sorrengail. But when he meets Aria Hale ... a Dragonblood with impossible power and a pull he can't explain ... everything shifts. She's his mentor. She's forbidden. And if he's not careful... she'll be his downfall. Born a Dragon Blood - Aria Hale is a rare and legendary descendant of ancient dragon riders whose magic flows deeper than human blood - she stands apart from every cadet, rider, and even wingleader at Basgiath War College. Her connection to dragons isn't merely a bond; it's a living force coursing through her veins. Gifted with three signets instead of one, she has so far awakened two: the power to forge unbreakable mind-to-mind bonds with anyone she chooses, and the ability to heal others, though never herself. Her third signet remains an enigma, a dormant power waiting to be claimed. When Xaden Riorson transfers to her post after graduating, she is assigned a usual task: to train him. Her approach is firm yet kind, her presence commanding but gentle - a stark contrast to the cold rivalries that define Basgiath. As she pushes Xaden to sharpen his speed, master his own signet, and survive the brutal games riders face, he can't help but notice the strength and warmth she carries. Separated from Violet Sorrengail, the love of his life, Xaden finds himself drawn to her in ways he never expected - intrigued by the mystery of the Dragon Blood, and challenged by the quiet power she wields. But beyond personal desires, Xaden also sees her as a key player in the Venin Revolution efforts - a powerful asset whose unique gifts could tip the scales in a war that will decide the fate of kingdoms. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fanfiction based on Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros. All original characters, settings, and plot elements from the book belong to Rebecca Yarros and her publishers. I do not own these rights and make no profit from this work. All new characters, plotlines, and interpretations are my own.

Being marked is a curse. Being a Riorson? A death sentence. Verena Riorson-sister to Xaden Riorson, daughter of Fen Riorson, the kingdom's most hated traitor-wasn't raised, she was reforged. Life didn't just shove her down-it beat her bloody and taught her to crawl in silence. Mercy? That word died the day her father did. After the execution, she wasn't fostered with a kind family like the others. No, the kingdom handed her over to the Velmires-a family that worshipped loyalty and burned hatred into the bones of every Marked child they touched. They didn't just punish her for her bloodline. They broke her for it. Rebuilt her into a weapon so sharp, even the gods would flinch. She begged once. Covered in blood, trembling on her knees, she whispered for mercy. The Velmires taught her what a mistake that was. She never asked again. Now she wears her scars like armor. Each mark carved into her back is proof that she survived the kind of hell no one walked out of whole. And Xaden? Her beloved older brother? He never came. Never searched. Never cared. Not until it was too late. The little sister he remembered-the kind-hearted, bright-eyed girl who clung to his hand-is long dead. In her place stands something else. Something colder. Stronger. Unforgiving. She's done hiding the monster they created. Done pretending the fire inside her wasn't born to burn kingdoms down. Verena Riorson has come to remind them all why they should've killed her when they had the chance. And gods help the ones who ever thought they broke her-because now? She's the storm they'll never survive.

Every heartbeat I touched stitched itself into me, burning threads of light under my skin. Some were fleeting sparks, gone before I could breathe. Others were storms, all rage and fire. But his - Liam's - was different. Unyieling. Fierce. It anchored me when everything else threatened to shatter me. I should have feared it. Bond this deep were dangerous. They bled, they broke, they destroyed. Fainne warned me that feeling too much could shatter even the strongest rider. And yet, when his hand brushed mine, when his presence steadied the chaos inside me, I craved more. More of his fire. More of his light. Even if it meant I'd burn. - A Liam Mairi x OC fanfiction. Friends to lovers. Angst. Slow burns. !DISCLAIMER! All characters (apart for the OC) belong to Rebecca Yarros

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.

In a world ruled by dragons and sharpened by war, Veronica Dawson was never meant to be anything more than a shadow in someone else's story. Thrown into the brutal halls of Basgiath War College, a place she's only ever read about, Veronica knows the rules: survive, stay quiet, and don't change the plot. After all, she already knows how it ends. But nothing goes as planned when she crosses paths with Xaden Riorson-lethal, unreadable, and far more dangerous than the pages ever described. His piercing gaze sees too much. And worse, he starts asking questions no one should. Surrounded by dragons, haunted by secrets that were never hers to carry, and hunted by a fate she thought she could avoid, Verena walks the knife-edge between knowledge and exposure. Because the truth is, she doesn't belong here. But the longer she stays, the harder it becomes to pull away. And if the world she's trapped in begins to unravel... It might not be because of what she knows... But because of who she's becoming. A Fourth Wing fanfic Xaden x Female OC