Elaine Mairi had always known she would enter the Riders Quadrant. She was marked with a rebellion relic, leaving her with a future that could not be altered. She had decided it would be better to make use of that inevitable future than give the people who had killed her parents and made her and her twin brother watch, the satisfaction of watching Elaine be slaughtered by a dragon or see her fall from the parapet. Finally, after years of training, it was her turn to be feared-and see the man she had thought herself in love with when she was a teenager after three years. Becoming a rider proves to be more difficult then Elaine had once thought, with betrayal and death around every corner. And Xaden Riorson seems to not be who he was when he left Elaine three years earlier. ______________ NEW COVER Fourth Wing-Unknown Xaden Riorson x OC I do not own the plot of Fourth Wing or the characters. Only my original plot lines and characters belong to me.

One sister was prepared to be a scribe, the other broken and beaten in the name of becoming a rider and maintaining a legacy. The discovery of a rebellion leads to a change of events that no one could have seen coming. The loss of their older brother, leads to the loss of their father, which makes their mother makes some drastic changes. Both sisters are thrown into the riders quadrant on conscription day. What happens when they cross the parapet and lock eyes with the leader of the rebellions son Will they survive? Xaden x OC

Veronica Dawson was never meant to be more than a reader of someone else's legend. Then she wakes in the brutal halls of Basgiath War College, inside a world she was only ever supposed to escape into. Survival should be simple. Keep her head down. Follow the plot she already knows. Do not interfere. But the moment she becomes Verena Draeven, everything slips out of her control. Dragons take notice of her. Power answers her in ways it should not. And Xaden Riorson, lethal and unreadable, looks at her like he sees the cracks in her soul and the secrets buried beneath them. Verena knows she does not belong in this world. She knows the dangers waiting for her, the deaths that should come, and the monsters hiding behind human faces. She knows the future. She knows the ending. What she does not know is what she is becoming. Because something ancient stirs. Something the dragons recognize. And the longer she remains in this world, the more it bends around her, reshaping itself in ways she cannot stop. If Basgiath begins to unravel, it will not be because she broke the story. It will be because this world was never meant to contain her. A Fourth Wing fanfic Xaden x Female OC

a dragon without its rider is a tragedy. a rider without his dragon is death. fourth wing liam mairi x female oc

Ivy Sorrengail always knew she would be a rider. It didn't matter that she was tasked with keeping her sister alive in the quadrant. It didn't matter that the marked ones hated her for her mother. It didn't matter that the others hated her because they couldn't beat her. And it didn't matter that her own wingleader was hopping she failed. She wasn't just going to survive, she was going to thrive. ** This is my twist on Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yaros. I do not own the story.

"One shrill scream hit my ears and it sounded like the sounds our parents should have made. And I knew in that moment that she just died with our parents" Xaden Riorson x FEM!OC Updates Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday Started: 26 January 2025 Finished:

Genevieve Mairi is the human version of a golden retriever. Fiercely loyal, protective, loving, and energetic Geneieve is kind of the total package in his eyes. Ridoc Gamlyn just can't get enough of her golden locks, he could get lost in her ocean eyes. Genevieve thinks he's just another flirty guy, but something in her gut tells her that maybe everything isn't as it seems.

Resilience (n.) the capacity of a person to maintain their core purpose and integrity in the face of dramatically changed circumstances. the ability to not only overcome setbacks but to also move forward. ----- Blaine Riorson, younger sister to Xaden Riorson, the only daughter to the Great Betrayer, and a walking dream to Garrick Tavis. But then death was brought down upon them, separating lives and changing hearts. A girl once full of sweet dreams and honey filled words was now full of walking nightmares and venom laced tones. But even with her changed personality, her brother's best friend still loved her like when they were children. ----- Garrick Tavis x fem OC! #1 blaine #1 bodhidurran #1 liammairi #1 violetsorrengail #1 ridocgamlyn #garricktavis

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead. And Rose Sorrengail has spent her entire life making sure she will be neither. Born strong where her twin sister Violet was fragile, Rose is a force forged in fire-bold, brutal, and unrelenting. While Violet stumbles unwillingly into the Riders Quadrant, Rose charges forward, determined to carve out her own legend within Basgiath War College. But surviving Conscription Day is just the beginning. In a world where strength is currency and dragons don't bond with the weak, Rose quickly becomes known-for her precision, her ruthlessness... and the trail of blood left in her wake. Her enemies fear her. Her instructors warn about her. And Xaden Riorson-lethal wingleader with shadows in his eyes-can't seem to stay away. With war looming, and a rare power awakening within her, Rose must decide what kind of rider she'll become-and what she's willing to sacrifice to protect what's hers. In Basgiath, only the ruthless survive. And Rose Sorrengail was born to conquer.

"Why do the men always have the honor to fight in war when women have the power to bring the army down to there knees" A ruthless man is nothing but a man A ruthless woman is everything a man wishes he could be. What happens if the rebellion didn't die but was just passed down. A Dragon without its rider is a tragedy a rider without their dragon is dead...... Welcome to Forth Wing This story is based off of Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros