War doesn't create cracks-it reveals the ones already there. Elaria Melgren arrives at Basgiath already fractured-unprepared, unwanted, and hiding a power she doesn't understand. But in a place where dragons choose the strongest, weakness isn't tolerated... and instability is deadly. When her signet manifests, it doesn't just give her strength-it splits the ground itself. Unpredictable. Violent. Impossible to ignore. Garrick Tavis has seen what uncontrolled power can do. He knows better than to trust it. He knows better than to trust her. But as missions turn deadly and the truth behind the war begins to surface, the faultlines running beneath Basgiath-and between them-start to widen. And when everything finally breaks, there won't be anything left to hold onto.

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy, a rider without their dragon is dead. Welcome, to the Fourth Wing. Status: ON HOLD 9/22/25 Samara (REDACTED)-Melgren finds herself entering the Rider's Quadrant at Basgaith War College against her will, after years of preparation from General Melgren, and by years she means only six. Samara doesn't remember the first fourteen years of her life, and found herself waking up from a coma in the hospital. When she joins the riders quadrant, she finds herself immediately infatuated with a third-year rider with a rebellion mark. Someone who should hate her guts, but he doesn't, instead he's just as curious about her as she is about him. Also, Melody Durran swears Samara's name is something different, since she claims to recognize her, but Samara has no idea who she is. FOURTH WING BELONGS TO REBECCA YARROS.

Eleanor "Len" Lennox is a survivor. Scarred, feral, and feared by all, she thrives in the chaos of Basgiath War College. When she bonds with Noxarathian-an ancient, deadly white dragon known for killing his riders-Len becomes something extraordinary. Together, they wield Shadowfire, a destructive power capable of annihilating the Venin threatening Navarre. But beneath her terrifying reputation lies a fractured soul. Len keeps her scars, her pain, and her dark past hidden, even from her closest friends, Xaden Riorson and Bodhi Durran. The only person who dares to break through her walls is Garrick Tavis, the one man who might teach her what it means to love-and to heal. As rebellion brews and the Venin's power grows, Len must embrace the shadows within her. Because saving the people she loves might demand the ultimate sacrifice.

One night-sweet like honey-that's all it takes to turn your entire life upside down. One night can twist fate, alter time, and change everything. Azalea Roslynne never expected to become a mother, especially not while she was still a child herself. Her mother died from an illness when she was young, leaving Azalea to be adopted when she was four. After her adopted father and his men were killed during the Tyrrish rebellion, she vowed never to subject another human to such a tragic fate. Yet, she ended up pregnant, the result of a one-night stand with her first love and childhood crush. The worst part? He has no idea. Now, as a young adult with a toddler, Azalea must leave her son behind to join the Basgiath War College. The twists and turns along the way make her realize just how difficult it will be to keep her secret. How will the people who were once her friends and family react if they were to find out? But now, she has a new family member to protect, one she named after her adoptive brother, and she will protect him at any cost even if it means keeping his entire existence a secret. *Updates Weekly* Garrick Tavis X FemOC FOURTH WING BELONGS TO REBECCA YARROS.

In a world built on power and betrayal, her thirst for revenge might be the only thing strong enough to uncover the truth - or destroy her first. pre fourth wing garrick tavis x female oc

Clarissa Aetos was the perfect daughter. Smart, graceful, well-mannered. Everything a parent could have asked for. But once the mask came down, the truth was far more dangerous than anyone had expected. On Conscription Day, the healer quadrant hadn't been the path she chose- or rather, not the one she had dared to walk because of a secret she had kept to herself for six years. Now, on the other side of the parapet, Clarissa had to live under the weight of her father's reputation and hoped her brother's achievements would be enough to keep her in the shadows. But fate had other plans: an old friend turned target, a brother whose power made him dangerous to trust, and a man marked by injustice... who saw her behind the mask. [Garrick Tavis x OC]

Kaida Sorrengail has always lived in the shadow of her twin sister, Violet, believing in the honor and glory of their family's legacy. Raised with tales of valor and duty, Kaida's world is turned upside down when she meets Garrick Tavis-a cunning, ruthless young man with a reputation for bending the truth to his advantage. From their first encounter, an undeniable attraction simmers between them, igniting a forbidden romance that defies the expectations placed upon them. As their relationship deepens, Kaida discovers that the world she's known is built on lies, and Garrick becomes her guide into the murky depths of truth. In a world where friends are foes and enemies are allies, can love truly conquer all, or will the weight of their secrets tear them apart? --- Posting schedule - two times a week STARTED - 7.4.2025. FINISHED - ACT ONE (FOURTH WING) - FINISHED (24.10.2025.) ACT TWO (IRON FLAME) - ONGOING

You were supposed to be dead. Xaden watched you burn. So when you return years later ......... alive, dangerous, and protecting a child that looks exactly like him- everything he thought he knew begins to unravel.

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead. - Article One, Section One, The Dragon Rider's Codex "Anyone else feel like changing their mind?" Xaden shouts, scanning the remaining rows of cadets with the same shrewd gaze of the navy-blue dragon behind him. "No? Excellent. Roughly half of you will be dead by this time next summer." The formation is silent except for a few untimely sobs from my left. "A third of you again the year after that, and the same your last year. No one cares who your mommy or daddy is here. 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 Rider's Quadrant? Untouchable? Elite?" No one cheers. Another blast of heat rushes - this time directly at my face - and every muscle in my body clenches, preparing for incineration. But it's not flames... just steam, and it blows back Rhiannon's braid as the dragons finish their simultaneous exhale. The breeches on the first-year ahead of me darken, the color spreading down his legs. They want us scared. Mission accomplished. "Because you're not untouchable or special to them." Xaden points toward the navy dragon and leans forward slightly, like he's letting us in on a secret as we lock eyes. "To them, you're just the prey." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who is that?" "Rhae Sorrengail, the forgotten daughter. She's Violet's twin, they're nothing alike though. Violet is the calm before a storm, and Rhae is the hurricane. The anger and stubbornness of that woman are insane." "God forbid she and Xaden stay in the same room for too long. Someone would likely end up dead." Started: June 5, 2025. (technically March 24, 2024 bc thats when I started writing it) Finished:

El cuadrante de jinetes no era algo que quisiera hacer. Pero era la única forma de huir, la única salida. Prefería enfrentarme a posibles intentos de asesinatos, crueldad y fuego de dragón antes que dejar que me convirtieran en lo que le juré a mi madre no ser. Infeliz. No esperaba que en el cuadrante estuviera él. Xaden Riorson. Un hombre que, a pesar de su actitud arrogante, logró cautivarme con tal fuerza que no pude evitar caer ante él. Pero él también lo hizo ante mi. Y de alguna forma, él consiguió lo que nunca creí posible. Hacerme sentir feliz y en casa. Entonces la verdad estalló. Un montón de secretos que se sentían como traición. Ahora tenía que decidir si mi lugar era junto a la corona o junto al hombre que amo.