Kamari Riorson has always wanted to be a rider. Serving her kingdom, defending those who couldn't do it themselves was her biggest dream. That is, until her father was captured by the very people she looked up to and executed by the creatures she thought to be the most magnificent beings in the whole universe. She was pulled away from her family, placed with people who she knew wished for her death for what her father had supposedly done, and left alone with her grief. When she enters Basgiath War College, all she wants is to make it through alive. Little does she know faith has planned way more for her. {Fanfiction set in the Empyrean universe} {Liam Mairi x OC}

Alina Valoria once believed in the goodness of the world-believed in friendship, in faith, and in a future filled with warmth and safety. She believed in him too-the boy she was never meant to love, her brother's best friend, the one her heart chose long before she understood the cost. But war has a way of turning belief into ash. When war and tragedy tore her from her family and the boy she loved, Alina learned how merciless the world could be. How a heart can shatter quietly and still be forced to carry on. How someone raised to shine with hope can be remade by grief and survival. She vowed never to depend on anyone but herself again. Entering the Riders Quadrant to honor her family's legacy, Alina expected hardship, loss, and the brutal truth of war. What she didn't expect was to face everything she once mourned as if it had died-alive again, altered by war, and no longer the people she remembers. Time and battle carve new versions of us, and not all of them survive with their humanity intact. Least of all the boy she once loved. Within a kingdom trembling under ancient prophecies and the truth of fables, Alina finds herself caught between duty, faith, and a fate whispered about since before she was born. Here, loyalty can ruin, love can destroy, and belief is a dangerous thing to hold. As the gods turn their gaze back to the mortal world, Alina must decide which pieces of herself she is willing to sacrifice-and what she will fight to protect, even against destiny itself. This is a story of war, faith, and forbidden love-of a girl hardened by fate and a boy forged by loss, bound to a prophecy that could save their world... or end it.

FOURTH WING AU | XADEN RIORSON × Fem OC Lilia Sorrengail has spent most of her life becoming exactly what everyone expects her to be. A rider. A weapon. A daughter worthy of the Sorrengail name. By the time she reaches Basgiath, she already knows how to hide pain, follow orders without appearing obedient, and survive beneath the weight of expectations that were never hers to choose. What no one knows is that Lilia did not enter the Riders Quadrant for honour, glory, or the chance to wear black. She came looking for answers. Then Violet is forced onto the parapet beside her, and Lilia's carefully laid plans begin to fracture. Survival is no longer only about making it through the next trial. It is about keeping her sister alive, guarding truths that cannot be spoken, and making certain no one looks closely enough to realise how much she already knows. Especially Xaden Riorson. He has every reason to hate her name, every reason to distrust her motives, and far too much power to ignore. To Xaden, Lilia should be easy to understand: the general's daughter, a trained rider, and another Sorrengail standing on the wrong side of an old war. Little does he know, Lilia has a few carefully guarded secrets of her own. At Basgiath, dragons judge more than strength. Enemies are not always who they appear to be. And some truths are dangerous enough to change everything. The closer Lilia gets to Xaden, the harder it becomes to tell whether he is the greatest threat to her secrets - or the only person who might understand why she keeps them.

Sooo this story is basically about two dragons, girls tho. It was an idea from my best friend, so I thought I wouldn't make it? Tho, I must say that I'm not used to taking GxG, so if yi gets too bad, please tell me.

Fourth Book In the Arc Two of Blood of the Crescent Moon Series They made it under the dragon's shadow, their breaths quick and hearts pounding as they clung to the faint hope that Bloodmoon would never notice them again. But the land around the lake-a once-thriving sanctuary of peace-was in for a reckoning far beyond what any cat could imagine. The scars from the last battle had barely healed, and now, a far greater catastrophe loomed. This time, the forest wasn't facing a simple threat. Fire and ash had already blackened the trees and charred the undergrowth, but what came next was something else entirely. The earth felt alive with unease, the air humming with a dark, crackling energy. Bloodmoon's promise of destruction hung over them like a storm cloud, and the weight of her wrath seemed unbearable. For no one escapes fire, and no one escapes an eclipse. The pale, eerie light cast by the waning sun twisted the shadows, making even the bravest warriors shiver. And this fire wasn't just flames leaping from trees or a blaze consuming the forest-it was fire made flesh. Bloodmoon was destruction incarnate, her scales glinting like molten metal as she prowled, her breath searing the very life out of the air. The forest trembled as though it could sense its doom. The cats could only hope-hope that they could rally together, hope that their bonds would hold strong, hope that they could outlast the storm of chaos that was sure to come. But even as they whispered their prayers to StarClan and steeled themselves for what lay ahead, the truth was undeniable. Survival was not guaranteed. The odds had never been lower. And the eclipse promised that the darkest night was yet to fall.

The stars have shifted, their ancient patterns disrupted. The dragons have awakened from their long slumber, their fiery breath heralding the return of dark times for ThunderClan. Shadows of the Dark Forest loom once more, and the relentless cycle of the wheel turns ever onward, trapping all in its unyielding grip. The question hangs heavy in the air: will the warriors of ThunderClan find the strength to shatter the wheel, breaking free from its eternal cycle? Or will they succumb, allowing it to roll on, crushing hope beneath its weight?

| discontinued | ❝ Few Ones Survive Our Winter ❞ ____________________________ SNOWPAW harbored an unyielding conviction that destiny had chosen him to become the greatest warrior in history. Yet, a relentless winter storm mercilessly shattered his Clan, scattering its members across the desolate expanse of their snow-laden territory. Bereft of companionship, he stood solitary amidst the howling winds, a lone figure in a frozen wasteland. Beneath the surface of this icy turmoil, a haunting voice hissed its sinister whispers, revealing that this was no ordinary leaf-bare. It was an explosive clash between life and death, a battle that demanded his every ounce of strength and resilience. In the face of this dire situation, SNOWPAW knew that his only solace lay in the ethereal guidance of StarClan. With steadfast determination, he resolved to emerge triumphant from this daunting trial, to prove himself as the chosen warrior of his generation. Let us now pray StarClan to bestow their blessings upon him, that he may emerge victorious and etch his name into the annals of Clan history. _________________________ © GabriellaPalm © Erin Hunter The essence of the plot is my creation, while the imagery presented may require some refinement. I acknowledge that the aesthetic aspect could be improved, but I am actively working towards enhancing my skills in that regard. Please note that this story falls within warrior-cats literature, which includes battle sequences and occasional mature themes, although they are not excessive. Kindly exercise caution while delving into the narrative, considering the content above.

You may heard of the great dragon, Ancalagon The Black, who was the greatest of all winged dragons. He was bred by Morgoth during the First Age and was the largest dragon to have ever existed in Middle-earth. But you may have not heard they he had a family. A mate and a daughter. His mate had the hide of blood, her eyes where green as emerald. Her daughter was more fair than the both of them together. Her scales shone purple, as the blanket of night. She had left the kingdom of her father for she was not evil, she never wanted to serve the dark Lord. Follow her of the jorney on middle-earth, what will happen? may she found love? disclaimer: i do not own any of the characters other than my OCs or OC. I hope you'll have fun reading this.

You're a beautiful young dragon princess, you're 18 yrs and have purple-like skin. Your name is y/n in this story. And you can shape-shift. You are kind to others and never killed unless you had to. And your mother sent to middle-earth to help young Frodo Baggins with destroying the one ring. Your kingdom is long away from the borders of middle-earth, but your mother still knew what was going on, she couldn't go herself bc she had a kingdom to look after. During your time in middle-earth, you fell for two elves that you met. Well, that's all, read the rest

| BOOK 1 OF FORTUNE FAVORS THE FEARLESS | | CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER | Born in a dying galaxy and hunted across realities, Kaelia Varyn has only one advantage-she is a rare Mythborn Shifter, able to transform into legendary draconic forms feared in every dimension. In the ashes of battle she becomes Inferna, a towering ember-scaled dragon reminiscent of ancient terrors; in the shadows, she becomes Nightgale, a sleek, jet-scaled dragon of silent flight and searing plasma breath. After a cosmic fracture tears open the barriers between universes, Kaelia crash-lands in a ravaged maze-city where genetically engineered monsters stalk the corridors and rebels fight to survive. But the maze is only the beginning. Soon she is thrust into the paths of heroes and tyrants from distant worlds-super-soldiers who wield impossible power, masked warriors guided by the Force, and enemies who want to claim her shapeshifting abilities to control the multiverse itself. As war ignites across merged realities, Kaelia must choose: Remain the hunted, forever shifting and fleeing... Or embrace the dragon within and rise as the weapon fate created her to be. The only question is whether she will save these collided worlds-or burn them to ash.