Lucille Tavis. As a child, she was gentle, kind, loving. She wasn't able to hurt a mosquito threatening to bite her. As Garrick's twin, she was more than always protected and loved by their parents. Xaden's childhood sweetheart and Bodhi's platonic soulmate. But it all fell apart when her innocent heart watched their parents get executed and when she got dragged away from her family. Her view on life changed. Suddenly , she saw only the bad outcome in every situation, she punched and trained and ran when nightmares haunted her. What happens when Garrick and Xaden come for their first year and find Lucille so changed and grown up, nothing like the girl who used to scold them for punching too hard and hurting their fists?

Saerena Llewellyn was one of the most dangerous dragon riders in all of Fourth Wing. Noxoranthus, the oldest dragon in the world. Venin had kidnapped his family, killing his first mate. Killing his son, who was just a dragonling. In which, Saerena Lleweylln learns that she was much more than just soft edges and cursed with beauty. She was future Duchess of Tyrrendor, and learned just how truly poerful she was underneath her kind and graceful nature. I am still reading the book, so it will take a couple of days or so to post. It had taken me a while to really get into it, and I am only on the first book. NO SMUT!! Slow updates! Based on book one.

He's always in control... She's always wild... Danica Hawthorne has been training for the day she would cross the Parapet into the Rider's Quadrant at Basgiath War College. As a general's daughter, she's expected to excel and become the strongest in her year. Fellow cadets target Danica to get revenge for their parents' deaths, and she must come face-to-face with the son of the Great Betrayer: Xaden Riorson. When she bonds with the mate of his dragon, their lives are irrevocably tied together. Will they end up wanting to kill each other or kill for the other?

"I have only ever known loss and ruin. I lost my father. I lost my home. I lost my people. I lost whatever power I had just so I could protect what was left of my legacy. Now I know none of it ever mattered to me the way you do." This is a story about what true feelings mean when compared to the absurd force of a broken heart. How love may disappear but never truly leaves you behind. How friendship can become love and then nothing at all. A dragon without its mate is death incarnate. A rider without his soulmate is death still breathing.

Wrenley Tavis craves normalcy. At Basgiath, she clings to the familiar-her bond with her mother's dragon and her steady relationship with Xaden Riorson. With Xaden by her side, she believes she can navigate the turbulence of her world and finally find peace. But when Violet Sorrengail arrives at the Riders Quadrant and bonds with the mate of Xaden's dragon, everything changes. The life she thought she could depend on begins to unravel, and Wrenley must decide whether she can fight for the future she wants, or if she's just chasing shadows of that future. Acts 1-3 follow the plot of The Empyrean Series by Rebecca Yarros. The entire story will contain spoilers from the books including Onyx Storm. For up to date series warnings please see intro chapter. All characters, plot, and dialogue from The Empyrean series belongs to Rebecca Yarros. This is simply fanfiction. Wrenley, Eden, and Harlow Tavis and random named cadets not from the series were created by me.

Sometimes, a throat slit doesn't end in death. Not entirely, at least. For many people death was the end but for her it was just a beginning... Xaden Riorson x OC Part I- From Infinity She Raise Part II- Malek daughters Part III- The Queen that was promised ___________________ All characters, other than my own original characters, belong to Rebecca Yarros. The main world belongs to the Fourth Wing book, as does the main plot.

Surviving the Riders Quadrant is hard enough, but surviving it while keeping a massive secret? That's just plain reckless. Nyx Greycastle-well, that's the name she's using-has spent her life surrounded by dragons, but pretending to be just another first-year cadet at Basgiath War College is proving more difficult than she expected. Between sadistic instructors, bloodthirsty rivals, and an annoyingly handsome wingleader who keeps looking at her like he knows something, staying under the radar is impossible. Oh, and there's also the minor issue of not dying before Threshing. With secrets, enemies, and an ever-growing number of dumb decisions piling up, Nyx is in for the deadliest three years of her life. But if she wants to claim a dragon-and live long enough to turn the tide of a secret war-she'll have to prove she's more than just a name. Because in the Riders Quadrant, survival isn't guaranteed. It's earned. Updated on AO3 first under the same name. I do not own the characters, only Aelin Tauri/ Nyx Greycastle, please let me know if you are enjoying

⊹₊ ⋆ ❝no, if they tried to take her from him, he'd rip the world apart with his bare hands. and for some reason that didn't terrify him.❞ ✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... the dead princess is alive afterall. ❪ FEM OC X XADEN RIORSON ! ❫ ❪ © 𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 ❫

Annabella Tauri was told she was forbidden from entering the riders quadrent at Basgiath War College when she turned twenty. So she snuck off to join them anyway. Once she learns of a terrible secret her father and the rest of the highest ranking members of the country of Navarre, she vows to do something to help the innocent lives being killed beyond their wards. But then she meets Xaden Riorson, the son of the Great Betrayer and the guy who killed her older brother. What happens when they learn they're on the same team?

Dicen que cuando un Targaryen viene al mundo, los dioses lanzan una moneda. Nadie sabe si caerá del lado del genio o de la locura... Solo que, una vez arrojada, el mundo entero tiembla esperando ver en qué se convierte la criatura que ha nacido bajo el fuego de los dragones. Los Targaryen no son como el resto de los linajes. Son antiguos, más antiguos que cualquier registro escrito en los anales de Navarre. Su sangre no corre, arde. En ella habita el eco de un poder ancestral, tan viejo como el mismo firmamento, vinculado a la magia salvaje que se creía extinta... o sellada.