Raven has been dead for thirteen years. To everybody else but three others. Others like her. Different. She was forced to grow up too fast when she was shoved away from everything she ever knew. The once bright child turned into a somber woman who nobody would recognize. The girl she used to be truly did die, but she was reborn. Reborn as Raven because isn't that all she is? A forgotten creature of the night. She won't be forgotten for much longer. When she flies out of the darkness, she is hunting for vengeance and basgiath has her target. One problem, she has found a man who is able to match her in more ways than one. Just like that, any plans she had mean nothing.

I died. Or at least... I think I did. One minute I was drowning at the bottom of a lake, the next I'm standing at the edge of Basgiath War College's infamous parapet, armed to the teeth and dressed like a dragon rider. In a world I only know from books. This has to be a hallucination. My brain's final flicker before the lights go out. Right? But the pain is real. The wind. The blood. The impossible heat of a dragon's breath across my skin. And when Xaden Riorson's bonded dragon starts paying attention to me-twice-I realize something is very, very wrong. I've read Fourth Wing. I know what's supposed to happen. But with every step I take, canon bends, and I'm not sure if I'm here for a reason... or if I'm just the next to die. All I know is: I've already lost everything. So what's stopping me from being bold? Even if this is just a dying dream... I'm not going quietly. Xaden Riorson x Fem OC

𝑨 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄~ 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 Verena, a girl that was secretly raised by a queen Phoenix, Phaedra. When hearing of the threat coming close to Navarre, she decides to go to the riders quadrant. Will she be able to keep her big secret? I DO NOT OWN FOURTH WING OR VERENA'S FACE CLAIM!!! 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍 𝟏𝟖𝒕𝒉 𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅: 𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝟐𝟗𝒕𝒉

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 ˏ ongoing iron flame ── onyx storm ... ❝ 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 ❞ female!oc 𝒙 dain ateos

"At Basgiath, dragons choose riders. But sometimes, they choose lovers too." You've heard Violet's story-the girl who defied death to claim her dragon. But this is Garrick Tavis's. A marked one forced into Basgiath's Riders Quadrant, Garrick learns quickly that surviving is harder than fighting. And when he collides with Princess Marielle Virellan-veiled by duty, wielding light, and bound to another-his survival becomes tangled with something far more dangerous: love. This tale spans Garrick's first year in the Riders Quadrant (Chapters 1-6) and then his third year, when Violet Sorrengail's saga begins-with small changes, hidden truths, and a romance forged in storm and flame. *** Princess Marielle Virellan of Elarion enters Basgiath War College bound by duty, a lace veil, and an unwanted engagement to Prince Alic Tauri. Once her childhood love, Alic has grown into a ruthless and controlling man whose ambition burns hotter than loyalty. Alongside her fierce best friend Blanche Mirel, Marielle joins the infamous Fourth Wing, Flame Section-where whispers of rebellion stain the air, and where she first collides with Garrick Tavis. Garrick hides a rare and deadly power, but beneath that lies dimples, defiance, and a dangerous pull Marielle cannot ignore. Even as Alic's grip tightens-his brash cruelty pushing her further away-Garrick becomes the one who steadies her, who calls her "Princess" as though it's both shield and vow. The question is no longer whether they are bound, but whether they can survive it. SMUT (eventual) Not canon compliant (since I don't like sad ending and Imogen's love is one-sided) Not Garrick x Imogen compliant Also available on A03, under the name DivaTulips (same title)

Everyone knows about Xaden Riorson. The lethal wingleader for Fourth wing. The shadow wielder. The strongest rider of his generation. But no one knows about what he was before he was the wingleader. Before he met Violet. Before he got Sygael. Welcome, to Xaden Riorson's first year. - - - - - All characters belong to Rebecca Yarros (Except Nisa, Korra, Cassian and Diane) All credit goes to Rebecca Yarros. This is a fan fiction of Fourth Wing. (Not smut) (Sorry, idrk how to do this, this is my first fan fic. Pls wish me luck. Enjoy!)

Based on Rebecca Yarros's books, Fourth Wing through Onyx Storm. Kiora Riorson x Garrick Tavis What if Xaden Riorson had a younger sister, one so important to the revolution she had to die with their parents? Or did she. Kiora, at seventeen, has grown up in the shadows of war, fiercely protective of her brother but desperate to carve her path. Unlike Xaden, whose life is defined by his past, Kiora dreams of a future where the echoes of war are silenced - a future where she isn't just the sister of a legend, but someone in her own right. Garrick Tavis, He's no hero, nor does he pretend to be, but there's a fire in him - one that rivals her own. As the storm of rebellion swirls around them, secrets, lies test their growing bond, and their undeniable attraction.

The Riders Quadrant at Basgiath War College is the most boasted quadrant of them all. Also the most deadly. Kathrine Riorson has known for five years that this is where she'd end up, thanks to a desperate bargain made by her older brother the day their father was executed. Thrust into this new world where brutality and strength reign supreme right along side the giant fire-breathing dragons, Kitt will have to navigate through Conscription Day and Threshing. Through old memories and still-healing wounds. Through new friendships and new love. All the while an evil lurks just beneath the surface, threatening to destroy everything she has come to cherish. Kitt will be faced with demons both in the flesh and within her own mind. But Kitt is a Riorson. And she will not break easily. _____ "Anyone else feel like changing their mind?" Xaden shouts, casting his gaze out over the remaining cadets. "No? Excellent. Roughly half of you will be dead by this time next summer. A third of you again the year after that. And the same your last year." He briefly catches my gaze before moving on. "No one cares who your mommy or daddy is here." Unless your mommy or daddy sided with my father, then everyone cares. "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 Riders Quadrant? Untouchable? Elite?" This time no one cheers. "Because you're not untouchable or special to them." Xaden points a finger at the navy-blue dragon behind him and leans forward slightly, and says, deadly calm, "To them, you're just the prey." I swallow the lump in my throat. He's trying to scare us, they all are, so the dragons know who to pick off. But I will not let any of them win. I may not have had a choice in coming to the Riders Quadrant, but now that I'm here, the only way I'm leaving is on the back of a dragon.

He'd been alive for a while and lost track of time. Happens when you're immortal and one one blink of an eye is a hundred years of human. After the exile he ut himself in for centuries, he's finally Ready to step back into the real world. Things have changed, some Things never change. Something pulled him out of the shadows and he's going to fing out what, or who. What was love, hate, feelings? He wouldn't rest until he found out the reason he was called upon.