In the Basgiath War College, secrets are deadlier than dragon fire-and Rhaella Melgren is built on them. In a world where survival demands perfection, Rhaella must master her chaos before her secrets tear Navarre-and her heart-apart.

"Storytelling is not something we do. Storytelling is who we are." - Carmine Gallo Everyone has a story that they wish to tell. That they wish people would understand. Relate to. To find comfort in. This is Fable's story. The story behind the mask she puts on. The story of how she is not a delusional princess. That there is more things to the world that others can not see. But these delusions are what got her sent to die at the war college anyway. She understood the world was a cruel place. She did not plan to join the college. She did not plan to bond a dragon. She did not plan to make friends. and she most definitely did not plan to fall in love. She was nothing but a performer, a teller of stories.

She crossed the Parapet. Her sister didn't. Now Beatrix Voss is quiet, lethal, and untouchable-by design. The last person who knew her died screaming her name. But two cousins see through the silence. One challenges her. One understands her. At Basgiath, being seen is dangerous- & Beatrix Voss is about to be impossible to ignore. Explicit content 18+ only

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.

"𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕." --- She's the princess that was left for the dragons to kill. She's the one who should've died at ten. Instead, she bonded with the rarest of them all - a Black Daggertail - at ten. She'll come back and enter the door that has been closed for most of her life. And you'd do better to run in the opposite direction, because under the niceties lies something else - a lethal coldness - something that kills effortlessly. No one knows about the many secrets that she keeps. And maybe that's good. It is safer like that. No one will get killed. Hopefully, at least. --- Pre-FW -- OS Information will not be distributed like in the original books! Read at your own risk. Started: 11 April, 2026 - 11/04/2026 Finished: N/A

Hi, this is my first fic so I apologise if something is wrong with it. This will be based off of Fourth Wing. Elara Sorrengail is Brennan's twin sister. Thrown into battle with him they both go down from wounds and are reported dead to their families. Fortunately for them they found the cave system in Aretia where Nolan siphons power and saves them, but at what cost? Once saved Elara joins the rebellion as a masked figure, Xaden meets her when visiting Aretia a year after it's destruction.

Before they became legends, they were children. Xaden Riorson and Iskra Eagledare grew up side by side beneath the mountains of Tyrrendor - best friends, partners in trouble, and the first person the other always looked for in a crowded room. Then the world ended. When the rebellion falls, and their parents are executed before their eyes, an entire generation of children is forced to inherit a war they never asked for. Branded by dragonfire and marked by loss, they must learn to survive in a kingdom determined to break them. But some things refuse to die. Not loyalty. Not hope. And not the bond between two people who chose each other long before they understood what love was. From childhood promises and stolen moments to rebellion, war, and destiny, this is the story of the generation that came before the revolution - and the love that survived it. Because the rebellion didn't die with their parents. It lived on in their children.

She changed without changing. And now she's keeping secrets. - Started: 25/6-2026

Aveline Sorrengail. The one some wished to be, and the one others never wanted to meet. Trained since childhood, bruised, beaten and bloodied, she always succeeded. Whether that was through strength, or pure anger, no one knew. She was meant to be a rider, and everyone knew it. To protect her dear sister wouldn't be much of obstacle right? Nor would the marked ones be much of an issue in the quadrant, no matter how much they hated her mother. She wasn't just going to remove any obstacles in her way. She was going to obliterate them. DISCLAIMER! I do not own fourth wing, or any of the characters written by the rightful author, Rebecca Yarros, only my own characters. This is just my adaptation of the story.